"Music," Hermione thoughtfully mused. "Music is one thing that most cannot
live without. Especially good music, but any music at all. If you think
about it, really, we all have music in our lives all th-"
Ron cut her off by pressing a friendly finger to her lips. "Hermione, stop thinking so much! We're here, on a much needed vacation, and we're going to a little island that no one has ever heard of, where no one will ever disturb us. Us three, the Golden Trio. And Ginny," he added, as if it were an afterthought.
Ginny, obviously hearing this humphed and turned around, beginning an animated conversation with a very sleepy Harry, who had just woken up and was falling asleep again.
"I can't help it Ron, I just can't stop thinking! And I'm bored, so I start thinking about some problem, or something really complex in general. It helps me to stop being so bored!"
"Alright, alright," he grumbled. But he looked up sharply at her and warned her. "As soon as we get to that island, it's no thinking, just fun and sun. And that's that. You've probably been overworking yourself anyway."
"What?! I have not! Well, maybe that one time, but that doesn't really count since I was tired from the night before," Hermione bit her lip, and stopped her ranting before anyone actually noticed. She leaned her head on Ron's shoulder. "You guys are the best friends a girl could ever have."
"Flattery will get you nowhere, Hermione. You know that! Fun and sun is all you are going to do," Ron told her.
"I hear you," replied Hermione. "but you know I'll somehow outsmart you in the end," she said playfully.
He groaned. "Just rub it in more."
"Oh, don't worry, I will. And you don't mind if I find my own... how shall I put this... 'amator'," With this, Hermion grinned slyly.
"Amator?" Ron asked. "Wait, that's Latin. Doesn't that mean..." Ron trailed off.
"It sure does!"
Ron sighed. "Do whatever you'd like Hermione. It's your life."
"Why Ron! I'd have never thought that I would see the day!"
"What?" asked Ron, obliviously.
"You sounded exactly like your mother, with those choice of words, and that little sigh!"
Everyone laughed, and the talking died down a little.
Hermione, Ron, Harry, and Ginny had all decided that they needed a long vacation. They were staying at a little known island, somewhere, and they were taking a top of the line ship to get there. In fact, everything they were doing was top of the line, and there was virtually no stress. At all.
Everything was extremely picturesque, clear, blue waters, fine, soft, golden, sand, and tall, lush, green trees. They were getting ever closer to the picture-perfect island, it looked as if it would only be twenty minutes or so until they reached it.
It had been around an hour since they had gotten off the ship, and it had taken half of that time just to reach the hotel. It was a five-star hotel, but it was up a hill, and they had to walk up it with all their luggage. They were staying for a month.
Hermione and Ginny were lounging around in their room, and Ron and Harry had gone somewhere. Hermione vaguely remembered something about checking out the island and how they wouldn't be back for at least an hour. Hermione and Ginny automatically assumed that meant they were going to check out the best bars, women, and places to play Quidditch.
"Gin, are we going to go out and do something? The boys won't be back for hours, knowing them. And I think they took their brooms, meaning they're going to play some Quidditch if possible. We're going to have tons of girl time to ourselves this month. And we can do absolutely whatever we want, because we're adults, and there aren't any chaperones or parents trying to tell us what to do! There's no stress, and we have to go out and explore too!"
"Thanks for the pep talk," Ginny mumbled, not paying attention in the slightest, but instead, absorbed in her magazine.
"Gin!"
"Fine Hermione, but let's not go out for another hour or so more. I want to get adjusted to my room. Especially because I'm going to be living in it for the next month. And it's really comfortable."
"You've got a point, so I'm going to listen. You're right."
Ginny flashed one of her killer smiles. "Aren't I always?" she asked.
"No, that's me," said Hermione.
"Hey!"
Hermione just flashed one of HER killer smiles.
"Hey Gin, can we at least play a game or something?"
"Okay, this magazine was getting kind of boring. But I still want to soak in, okay?"
"What game?"
"What about. . ." Ginny bit her lip thoughtfully. "What about Truth or Dare?"
"Don't you at least need three people for that?"
The door burst open. A strong male voice floated in just ahead of its owner.
"Andrea, I thought-"
The owner of the voice just happened to be a tall, blonde man, with piercing grey eyes.
The startled girls quickly regained their composure. Hermione recognized him first.
"Malfoy?" she asked incredulously.
Ginny grinned and threw a sly look at Hermione. "There's our third person."
Hey guys! Foxer here. This fic is going to be at least a couple chapters long. It's for a challenge on Fawkes' Ashes. These are the requirements:
Summer Holiday Challenge
Write a fic of the trio's ( or - any additional characters you wish) Summer holiday. It can be the Summer holiday after OoTP or a later one.
You must include at least 3 of the following things...
- a character gets sunburn
- two characters kiss
- a game of some sort is played
- a character says "I wouldn't be seen dead in a bunny suit! Least of all pink!"
- two or more characters have a fist fight
- a character cries
- a character gets a cold
- a character says "Stop doing that, I might catch something."
- a party
And I'm probably going to do as many as possible! It has to be at least 1500 words, and it isn't yet, I know that. But by the next chapter, much shall be explained.
And amator. It's Latin. It basically means a lover, friend, admirer. Well, at lest that's what my Latin translator says.
Disclaimer: The word explains it all. And if you want to get technical, I DO NOT OWN THE CHARCTERS OF THIS STORY. I ONLY OWN THE PLOT, AND THE ISLAND (even if that's only in my mind), AND I DO NOT OWN ANDREA. SHE IS NOT PROPERTY. AND I DO NOT OWN THE POSTAL SERVICE, WHO WROTE SUCH GRERAT HEIGHTS, WHICH IS A GREAT SONG.
Okay, now hopefully, you'll review. Hopefully. Or else, I'll send. . . um, KILLER SMILES(dun dun dun)! They bite and snap, and gasps they have GERMS on them. They are dirty! And they insult! So please, review. They will be appreciated.
I really like this so far, and I hope you do too. I will post next week on the same day. I know it's pretty short so far, but it'll get longer soon!
Hate it, like it, spelling errors, constructive criticism? Review and tell me your thoughts!
And a special thanks to my beta AniDragon! And another special thanks to Jenna, my gamma!
Ron cut her off by pressing a friendly finger to her lips. "Hermione, stop thinking so much! We're here, on a much needed vacation, and we're going to a little island that no one has ever heard of, where no one will ever disturb us. Us three, the Golden Trio. And Ginny," he added, as if it were an afterthought.
Ginny, obviously hearing this humphed and turned around, beginning an animated conversation with a very sleepy Harry, who had just woken up and was falling asleep again.
"I can't help it Ron, I just can't stop thinking! And I'm bored, so I start thinking about some problem, or something really complex in general. It helps me to stop being so bored!"
"Alright, alright," he grumbled. But he looked up sharply at her and warned her. "As soon as we get to that island, it's no thinking, just fun and sun. And that's that. You've probably been overworking yourself anyway."
"What?! I have not! Well, maybe that one time, but that doesn't really count since I was tired from the night before," Hermione bit her lip, and stopped her ranting before anyone actually noticed. She leaned her head on Ron's shoulder. "You guys are the best friends a girl could ever have."
"Flattery will get you nowhere, Hermione. You know that! Fun and sun is all you are going to do," Ron told her.
"I hear you," replied Hermione. "but you know I'll somehow outsmart you in the end," she said playfully.
He groaned. "Just rub it in more."
"Oh, don't worry, I will. And you don't mind if I find my own... how shall I put this... 'amator'," With this, Hermion grinned slyly.
"Amator?" Ron asked. "Wait, that's Latin. Doesn't that mean..." Ron trailed off.
"It sure does!"
Ron sighed. "Do whatever you'd like Hermione. It's your life."
"Why Ron! I'd have never thought that I would see the day!"
"What?" asked Ron, obliviously.
"You sounded exactly like your mother, with those choice of words, and that little sigh!"
Everyone laughed, and the talking died down a little.
Hermione, Ron, Harry, and Ginny had all decided that they needed a long vacation. They were staying at a little known island, somewhere, and they were taking a top of the line ship to get there. In fact, everything they were doing was top of the line, and there was virtually no stress. At all.
Everything was extremely picturesque, clear, blue waters, fine, soft, golden, sand, and tall, lush, green trees. They were getting ever closer to the picture-perfect island, it looked as if it would only be twenty minutes or so until they reached it.
It had been around an hour since they had gotten off the ship, and it had taken half of that time just to reach the hotel. It was a five-star hotel, but it was up a hill, and they had to walk up it with all their luggage. They were staying for a month.
Hermione and Ginny were lounging around in their room, and Ron and Harry had gone somewhere. Hermione vaguely remembered something about checking out the island and how they wouldn't be back for at least an hour. Hermione and Ginny automatically assumed that meant they were going to check out the best bars, women, and places to play Quidditch.
"Gin, are we going to go out and do something? The boys won't be back for hours, knowing them. And I think they took their brooms, meaning they're going to play some Quidditch if possible. We're going to have tons of girl time to ourselves this month. And we can do absolutely whatever we want, because we're adults, and there aren't any chaperones or parents trying to tell us what to do! There's no stress, and we have to go out and explore too!"
"Thanks for the pep talk," Ginny mumbled, not paying attention in the slightest, but instead, absorbed in her magazine.
"Gin!"
"Fine Hermione, but let's not go out for another hour or so more. I want to get adjusted to my room. Especially because I'm going to be living in it for the next month. And it's really comfortable."
"You've got a point, so I'm going to listen. You're right."
Ginny flashed one of her killer smiles. "Aren't I always?" she asked.
"No, that's me," said Hermione.
"Hey!"
Hermione just flashed one of HER killer smiles.
"Hey Gin, can we at least play a game or something?"
"Okay, this magazine was getting kind of boring. But I still want to soak in, okay?"
"What game?"
"What about. . ." Ginny bit her lip thoughtfully. "What about Truth or Dare?"
"Don't you at least need three people for that?"
The door burst open. A strong male voice floated in just ahead of its owner.
"Andrea, I thought-"
The owner of the voice just happened to be a tall, blonde man, with piercing grey eyes.
The startled girls quickly regained their composure. Hermione recognized him first.
"Malfoy?" she asked incredulously.
Ginny grinned and threw a sly look at Hermione. "There's our third person."
Hey guys! Foxer here. This fic is going to be at least a couple chapters long. It's for a challenge on Fawkes' Ashes. These are the requirements:
Summer Holiday Challenge
Write a fic of the trio's ( or - any additional characters you wish) Summer holiday. It can be the Summer holiday after OoTP or a later one.
You must include at least 3 of the following things...
- a character gets sunburn
- two characters kiss
- a game of some sort is played
- a character says "I wouldn't be seen dead in a bunny suit! Least of all pink!"
- two or more characters have a fist fight
- a character cries
- a character gets a cold
- a character says "Stop doing that, I might catch something."
- a party
And I'm probably going to do as many as possible! It has to be at least 1500 words, and it isn't yet, I know that. But by the next chapter, much shall be explained.
And amator. It's Latin. It basically means a lover, friend, admirer. Well, at lest that's what my Latin translator says.
Disclaimer: The word explains it all. And if you want to get technical, I DO NOT OWN THE CHARCTERS OF THIS STORY. I ONLY OWN THE PLOT, AND THE ISLAND (even if that's only in my mind), AND I DO NOT OWN ANDREA. SHE IS NOT PROPERTY. AND I DO NOT OWN THE POSTAL SERVICE, WHO WROTE SUCH GRERAT HEIGHTS, WHICH IS A GREAT SONG.
Okay, now hopefully, you'll review. Hopefully. Or else, I'll send. . . um, KILLER SMILES(dun dun dun)! They bite and snap, and gasps they have GERMS on them. They are dirty! And they insult! So please, review. They will be appreciated.
I really like this so far, and I hope you do too. I will post next week on the same day. I know it's pretty short so far, but it'll get longer soon!
Hate it, like it, spelling errors, constructive criticism? Review and tell me your thoughts!
And a special thanks to my beta AniDragon! And another special thanks to Jenna, my gamma!
