That Crucial Road Trip
"Hey, You guys! I got it!" Harry yelled in triumph, as he got the mail from Hermione's mailbox. Instead of staying at the Burrow for the summer, Harry, Ron, Hermione and Ginny decided to stay at Hermione's house, considering her parents were on vacation in France.
Now at the age of nineteen, Harry lived in the Burrow with the Weasleys. After he graduated from Hogwarts, Uncle Vernon had kicked him out of the house, although Aunt Petunia protested. During the summer, Harry had developed an interest in cars and decided to attend driving school. He had put Hermione's home address as his, in case he got any mail and she could easily owl his letters to him. He had to contact most of the companies who mail him, like his cell phone bill for example, because he got kicked out of four Privet Drive, and didn't want any of his mail going there. Remember how the Dursleys freaked when they learned Hogwarts had written a letter to Harry? He didn't want that, considering he didn't live with them anymore and they would try to punish him even worse than they had in the past.
On this day, Harry had received the news that he had earned his driver's license. While he was still learning how to drive, Hermione and a couple other Gryffindors, had each chipped in to buy Harry a car. The deal was, one the day Harry gets his license would be the first time he drives his new 1999 Honda Civic Si Coupe. That would be today.
"I got my license!" Harry yelled excitedly.
"What for?" Ron asked oblivious to it all.
"A car, Ron. Remember that thing you and Harry used to get to Hogwarts back in second year?" Hermione reminded him in an irritated voice.
"Oh, I remember the Ford Anglia. After that, I called all cars Ford Anglia's." Harry and Hermione dared not to say anything, in fear of laughing at poor Ron. Ginny was in the living room with them and didn't seem to be taking part in their conversation. Both of her hands were clutching her sides and she looked sickly pale. Harry seemed to notice this.
"Gin, what's wrong?" he asked genuinely concerned.
"Oh, umm. my stomach's kinda lurching, " she replied with a trembling voice.
"Would you like me to make you some tea or perhaps you would like some tea?"
"I'll take a nap."
"Your gonna miss our celebration though."
"I'm sick." She walked upstairs and headed for her temporary room she was in. Ron stared after his sister as she made her way up the stairs, mildly upset about how shady she was acting towards them. Hermione chewed her bottom lip and glanced at Harry worried.
"Umm. how about we go outside?" Hermione suggested. The two guys nodded their heads in agreement.
The trio were outside when Hermione opened the garage door. In there was Harry's blood red 1999 Honda Civic Si Coupe. Harry just looked at the car with a possibly jealous expression on his face.
"Attractive car, Herm," Harry said. He walked to the car and examined it.
"Can I?" Harry asked eagerly.
"It's yours." Hermione replied smiling.
"Wow, thank you guys so much." Harry's smile widened. He hugged Ron and then Hermione. He quickly hopped in the car and ushered for Ron and Hermione to join him. So they did.
"Seatbelt," Hermione demanded. Hermione and Harry pulled on their seatbelts, while Ron watched confused. Hermione helped him with his seatbelt.
"Ready?" Harry asked. Hermione and Ron nodded their heads in agreement. Harry put the car in 'drive' and they were on the road. Harry took his time driving and didn't blast the radio, so won't end up putting himself and his friends in danger. After half and hour, Harry grew restless.
"You know, I was thinking we should go on a road trip," Hermione suggested.
"A what?" Ron asked.
"I'll explain later," Hermione replied. Harry pondered this idea.
He finally turned into Hermione's driveway. The trio sat in the car motionless. The sun was hitting Hermione's face and her eyes were shut. Harry glanced at her and smirked. He reached over and tickled Hermione's neck. Hermione's eyes shot open in surprise and she immediately started giggling. Soon, her brown eyes were glistening in joyful tears.
"Ok, love birds! Break it up," Ron said mildly disgusted.
"Can't Harry and I be friends without having any sexual feelings?" Hermione said through giggles.
"Whatever rocks your socks," Ron replied. The threesome got out of the car and walked to Hermione's front door. As they walked into the living room, they heard retching noises coming from up stairs.
"I'll go see if she's alright," Hermoine said worried. Hermione walked up the stairs, the gagging sound getting louder.
"Gin?" Hermione said.
"Yeah," Ginny replied weakly.
"Did you contract the stomach flu or whatever?" Stupid question, Hermione, the girl is obviously sick.
"No, I'm fine. just something I ate this morning."
"Ok, when you feel better, come downstairs and I'll show you Harry's new car. Harry finally got a car."
"Send him my congratulations." Frankly, Ginny couldn't give a damn about Harry's car. Her stomach was killing her and she felt she would faint any second.
Finally, after what seemed like an hour, Ginny stopped vomiting and her stomach felt well. Ginny went downstairs and saw Hermione reading a book. What else is new?
"Hey, you're better. Come and see Harry's car." Hermione said eagerly as she looked up at Ginny from the book she was reading. Ginny nodded her head.
Hermione got up and walked toward the front door and Ginny followed her to the garage. Hermione opened the garage door and Ginny got her first glimpse of Harry's car. Ginny didn't know what to sat because the only car she had ever seen was the Ford Anglia.
"Harry, Ron and I are planning to go on a road trip in two weeks time. Wanna come?" Hermione asked eagerly.
"Sure. How much money will this cost?" Ginny asked.
"Don't worry, I have it all under control," Hermione reassured Ginny. Ginny shrugged her shoulders.
"Where are the guys?"
"Oh, Harry is showing Ron what a computer is and how to use it,"
"Interesting. Can I go on it tomorrow?"
"Why not? You'll like it." Hermione turned on the T.V. Some strange soap opera was on the television set.
Ginny sat on the couch, glued to the T.V.
"Like the television?" Hermione asked laughing.
"Yeah." Ginny replied jauntily.
When nighttime came, Harry, Ron, Hermione and Ginny went to bed.
~*~*
The next morning, Ginny woke up feeling sick again. Any second now and she'll start barfing. She felt the vomit coming up and her left hand flew to her mouth. She flung herself out of bed and dashed to the bathroom. She stared puking in the toilet and reached for her toothbrush and brushed her teeth. She looked at her reflection in the mirror and noticed how pale her skin was, which made her freckles stand out. She rinsed out her mouth and put her toothbrush back in it holder and went downstairs. The others were already up but they were still dressed in their pyjamas.
"We're gonna drive to Manchester and go to a hotel and tour the city." Ron explained. Ginny just nodded her head. Hermione was on the phone. Meanwhile Harry was furiously filling out a pile of papers, for his license, perhaps. He finally finished and watched Hermione anticipatingly. After what seemed like an hour, Hermione said, "In two weeks, we're going on a road trip to Manchester!"
"Hey, You guys! I got it!" Harry yelled in triumph, as he got the mail from Hermione's mailbox. Instead of staying at the Burrow for the summer, Harry, Ron, Hermione and Ginny decided to stay at Hermione's house, considering her parents were on vacation in France.
Now at the age of nineteen, Harry lived in the Burrow with the Weasleys. After he graduated from Hogwarts, Uncle Vernon had kicked him out of the house, although Aunt Petunia protested. During the summer, Harry had developed an interest in cars and decided to attend driving school. He had put Hermione's home address as his, in case he got any mail and she could easily owl his letters to him. He had to contact most of the companies who mail him, like his cell phone bill for example, because he got kicked out of four Privet Drive, and didn't want any of his mail going there. Remember how the Dursleys freaked when they learned Hogwarts had written a letter to Harry? He didn't want that, considering he didn't live with them anymore and they would try to punish him even worse than they had in the past.
On this day, Harry had received the news that he had earned his driver's license. While he was still learning how to drive, Hermione and a couple other Gryffindors, had each chipped in to buy Harry a car. The deal was, one the day Harry gets his license would be the first time he drives his new 1999 Honda Civic Si Coupe. That would be today.
"I got my license!" Harry yelled excitedly.
"What for?" Ron asked oblivious to it all.
"A car, Ron. Remember that thing you and Harry used to get to Hogwarts back in second year?" Hermione reminded him in an irritated voice.
"Oh, I remember the Ford Anglia. After that, I called all cars Ford Anglia's." Harry and Hermione dared not to say anything, in fear of laughing at poor Ron. Ginny was in the living room with them and didn't seem to be taking part in their conversation. Both of her hands were clutching her sides and she looked sickly pale. Harry seemed to notice this.
"Gin, what's wrong?" he asked genuinely concerned.
"Oh, umm. my stomach's kinda lurching, " she replied with a trembling voice.
"Would you like me to make you some tea or perhaps you would like some tea?"
"I'll take a nap."
"Your gonna miss our celebration though."
"I'm sick." She walked upstairs and headed for her temporary room she was in. Ron stared after his sister as she made her way up the stairs, mildly upset about how shady she was acting towards them. Hermione chewed her bottom lip and glanced at Harry worried.
"Umm. how about we go outside?" Hermione suggested. The two guys nodded their heads in agreement.
The trio were outside when Hermione opened the garage door. In there was Harry's blood red 1999 Honda Civic Si Coupe. Harry just looked at the car with a possibly jealous expression on his face.
"Attractive car, Herm," Harry said. He walked to the car and examined it.
"Can I?" Harry asked eagerly.
"It's yours." Hermione replied smiling.
"Wow, thank you guys so much." Harry's smile widened. He hugged Ron and then Hermione. He quickly hopped in the car and ushered for Ron and Hermione to join him. So they did.
"Seatbelt," Hermione demanded. Hermione and Harry pulled on their seatbelts, while Ron watched confused. Hermione helped him with his seatbelt.
"Ready?" Harry asked. Hermione and Ron nodded their heads in agreement. Harry put the car in 'drive' and they were on the road. Harry took his time driving and didn't blast the radio, so won't end up putting himself and his friends in danger. After half and hour, Harry grew restless.
"You know, I was thinking we should go on a road trip," Hermione suggested.
"A what?" Ron asked.
"I'll explain later," Hermione replied. Harry pondered this idea.
He finally turned into Hermione's driveway. The trio sat in the car motionless. The sun was hitting Hermione's face and her eyes were shut. Harry glanced at her and smirked. He reached over and tickled Hermione's neck. Hermione's eyes shot open in surprise and she immediately started giggling. Soon, her brown eyes were glistening in joyful tears.
"Ok, love birds! Break it up," Ron said mildly disgusted.
"Can't Harry and I be friends without having any sexual feelings?" Hermione said through giggles.
"Whatever rocks your socks," Ron replied. The threesome got out of the car and walked to Hermione's front door. As they walked into the living room, they heard retching noises coming from up stairs.
"I'll go see if she's alright," Hermoine said worried. Hermione walked up the stairs, the gagging sound getting louder.
"Gin?" Hermione said.
"Yeah," Ginny replied weakly.
"Did you contract the stomach flu or whatever?" Stupid question, Hermione, the girl is obviously sick.
"No, I'm fine. just something I ate this morning."
"Ok, when you feel better, come downstairs and I'll show you Harry's new car. Harry finally got a car."
"Send him my congratulations." Frankly, Ginny couldn't give a damn about Harry's car. Her stomach was killing her and she felt she would faint any second.
Finally, after what seemed like an hour, Ginny stopped vomiting and her stomach felt well. Ginny went downstairs and saw Hermione reading a book. What else is new?
"Hey, you're better. Come and see Harry's car." Hermione said eagerly as she looked up at Ginny from the book she was reading. Ginny nodded her head.
Hermione got up and walked toward the front door and Ginny followed her to the garage. Hermione opened the garage door and Ginny got her first glimpse of Harry's car. Ginny didn't know what to sat because the only car she had ever seen was the Ford Anglia.
"Harry, Ron and I are planning to go on a road trip in two weeks time. Wanna come?" Hermione asked eagerly.
"Sure. How much money will this cost?" Ginny asked.
"Don't worry, I have it all under control," Hermione reassured Ginny. Ginny shrugged her shoulders.
"Where are the guys?"
"Oh, Harry is showing Ron what a computer is and how to use it,"
"Interesting. Can I go on it tomorrow?"
"Why not? You'll like it." Hermione turned on the T.V. Some strange soap opera was on the television set.
Ginny sat on the couch, glued to the T.V.
"Like the television?" Hermione asked laughing.
"Yeah." Ginny replied jauntily.
When nighttime came, Harry, Ron, Hermione and Ginny went to bed.
~*~*
The next morning, Ginny woke up feeling sick again. Any second now and she'll start barfing. She felt the vomit coming up and her left hand flew to her mouth. She flung herself out of bed and dashed to the bathroom. She stared puking in the toilet and reached for her toothbrush and brushed her teeth. She looked at her reflection in the mirror and noticed how pale her skin was, which made her freckles stand out. She rinsed out her mouth and put her toothbrush back in it holder and went downstairs. The others were already up but they were still dressed in their pyjamas.
"We're gonna drive to Manchester and go to a hotel and tour the city." Ron explained. Ginny just nodded her head. Hermione was on the phone. Meanwhile Harry was furiously filling out a pile of papers, for his license, perhaps. He finally finished and watched Hermione anticipatingly. After what seemed like an hour, Hermione said, "In two weeks, we're going on a road trip to Manchester!"