A/N - Everything Harry Potter belongs to J.K Rowling.
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Under the Tuscan Parasol
Sbagliando s'impara (One learns from his mistakes)
The lush green Tuscan hills rolled by as the car drove out of Colle Val d'Elsa and into sparser parts of Italy. The boy at the wheel mussed up his raven hair once again, stressing over which off road track to take to Le Porciglia – the villa he and his friends, who were piled into the car, were staying at for a few weeks.
"George, get your feet off me!"
"Get your self out from underneath my feet!"
"Stop fidgeting, every single moves put's me in a less comfortable position."
"Sorry 'Mione"
"Yeah sorrrry Mione."
"Shut up!
"You shut up!"
"Guys! Stop. Seriously"
Everyone quietened down after Harry bellowed at them. They're placid friend could be intimidating at times.
Ginny, who sat in the passenger seat, not talking the entire trip, pointed ahead.
"Is that it? It's the only place I've seen since Lano."
Harry turned the car to the right and started up the pale drive towards a large stone villa. The gravel crunched beneath the wheels as Harry turned into a spot to park. Everyone piled out of the car and began stretching their cramped up limbs.
"Harry, it's beautiful," breathed Hermione.
Everyone agreed and started unpacking their luggage from the car as a primmed lady of about 46 exited the house.
"Darling, you must be Harry! The name's Iris, the owner, so pleased to meet you."
Harry shook her hand as she continued, "Now, the housekeeper just turned up so I'll be staying for a bit to run through some things with her, but you're free to the whole house. And then I'll get out of your way. Now, I'm sure you know this but there are 3 double bedrooms, two with ensuites, a guest house with kitchenette and ensuite, and a room with two bunk beds. I got your message and the kitchen is stocked, the pool is at a good temperature, and there is spare linen in all rooms."
Iris left before Harry could thank her.
"Shall we?" he turned and asked the group, who were staring around them at the villa.
They entered the converted farmhouse into the living room. The room was of cream and brown, with a little balcony coming out from a room upstairs. Three arches connected the living room to a long dining room, with another three arches connecting that to the large Italian kitchen.
"So, shall we allocate bedrooms?" Hermione asked.
Ron and George groaned, "you make it sound like a chore."
"Well it has to be resolved, doesn't it" she snapped back, narrowing her eyes at Ron.
"Guys, come one, we just got here. Iris said there were 3 bedrooms and a pool house." said Harry.
"I'll take the pool house." said Ginny, who started dragging her luggage onto the terrace.
Harry watched her leave, "Oh, kay," he mumbled. He turned around to see Ron and George racing each other up the light brown stairs. He followed Hermione into the room behind the living room, and up he stairs, to come onto the walkway that could be seen from downstairs. To the right was the room without the ensuite, which George took. Hermione, Ron and Harry walked to the left, along the walkway, and came to two doors; to the left was a master bedroom facing out across the pool and gardens, to the right was the second master bedroom, but smaller.
"You take the bigger room, you're paying for all this," said Hermione as she put all of Ron and her own luggage into the second bedroom.
Harry dumped his bags on the bed with the gold bed head and walked to the window. He opened the white painted shutters and gazed onto the grounds of the villa. Below him was the terrace, with a path, surrounded by bushes of lavender and shrubs, weaving its way towards the infinity edge pool. On the edge of the terrace was an undercover seating area, and off that Harry could see Ginny unpacking her stuff in the pool house.
He sighed, six years of avoidance, hardly talking. He and Ginny were back to the start, they were hardly friends.
George walked downstairs and through the living room, heading to the kitchen, hopefully to find some food.
"What is this?"
George stopped walking after he heard the muffled voice of a girl coming from the kitchen. Tentatively he walked towards the person as they created a racket with pots and utensils.
"Argh!" she groaned in frustration, "maybe, it goes like this…"
George stepped around an arch, just as the girl shrieked, and right into the path of flying food.