Life is a Beach
Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns Hermione and Ginny. I just gave them something new to do.
Speed Drabble entry: Prompts: "I look cool." 'sunglasses' 'build' 'click' 'snap' 'rub' 'wave' and 'seven'
When Hermione planned her trip to Australia to visit with her parents, she had told Ginny that she was looking forward to a Christmas experience in the southern hemisphere. Even after their memories had been restored and the Wilkes' no longer existed, Jean and David Granger had decided that they really did like living in Australia. Two years had passed since this event and they had gradually forgiven their daughter but there was still some hurt. This was the first time that they had invited Hermione to come for Christmas in hopes that they would be able to put some of the hurt feelings away.
Packing her bathing suit and shorts for Christmas wear seemed strange, but she was getting more excited by the moment. She packed the camera into her bag, and then she glanced around the room looking to see if she had missed anything. There on the bed lay Ginny wearing only her bra and knickers striking a swimsuit model pose. Perched on her nose were Hermione's new sunglasses. "I look cool!" she exclaimed. "I can't imagine how you will be surfing in a couple of days. You will be sitting on a beach with some hunky guy to rub suntan lotion on your back. Then you will catch a wave and 'hang ten' on your surfboard. When you are tired you will come ashore and build a sandcastle. The hunk will get out the camera and 'click' he will take a picture of you wearing your new bikini."
"Get a grip, Ginny," Hermione laughed. "To begin with I don't even own a bikini. I think a nice one-piece is much more enticing. Now give me my shades so I can pack them."
She sat on the bed and hugged her friend. "You know I am going to miss you. This is the first time I have not seen at least part of a Christmas without you and your family for the past fifteen years ago. I am not going there to have fun on the beach and find a hunk to rub my back with suntan lotion. This isn't a chance for a Christmas romance. I am going to reconnect with my parents and work on the problems we have. Those won't go away with the snap of my fingers."
"Look at the time," Ginny shouted, brining Hermione back to the here and now. "I need to get dressed if I am to go with you to the International Portkey Office. You leave at eight and it is seven right now."
Thirty minutes later the friends were standing in line to pick up Hermione's portkey. "You know, If I find someone interesting to rub suntan lotion on my back on the beach, it won't hurt. If it happens, I will make certain to get you a picture." Giving her friend one last hug and pushing the sunglasses up her nose, Hermione pushed her shrunken bag into the pocket of her jacket and went through to door to a new adventure.