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"Shut up," said Ron under his breath.

"...and of course I'm extremely excited to be working in the Ministry for the good of house-elves, I've already drafted up a special plan to protect them and other oppressed magical creatures, poor things, aren't they? RON! Are you listening or not?"

Ron managed a "Mmmnph", which was obviously not satisfactory to Hermione, because she started bombarding him with questions on what she had just said. At a loss for words, Ron was extremely pleased to hear Harry walking in.

"Hello, Harry!" said Ron, pointedly ignoring Hermione's scandalised look, "How is Auror training?"

"Fine. Bit of a breeze compared to fighting Voldemort, though." He smiled.

"With you'd stop saying that name," muttered Ron under his breath.

"He's dead!" said Hermione, turning around to face Harry. "You shouldn't be scared of the name now, seeing as there's nothing to that name any more..."

"Hermione!" said Harry, who had quite strangely only just noticed her presence. "How's your...new job?"

Hermione blushed and glared at Ron. "I see someone cares about the plight of house-elves and other oppressed creatures! Well, Harry, it's really nice and all that, and I've already started my new special plan-look-and there's much more to come, really, and I've put in loads of time into studying Wizarding Law and..."

Harry and Ron exchanged looks. "Told you," whispered Ron.

When Hermione finally stopped, Harry started speaking.

"Well I've come here for a...reason. I've got this free Portkey to Hawaii and it includes a free holiday package for three so I was wondering if you would want to come along on holiday with me..."

Before he could finish, Hermione interrupted. "Of course we would! Right, Ron?"

Ron, who was feeling apprehensive about going on a holiday with Hermione, decided to humour her. "Yes, of course! When does it leave?"

"Tomorrow," said Harry, delighted, "And it's here." He fished out a ball of yarn from his pocket. According to what the lucky draw person said, there's accomodation and food and everything and it lasts for a week. So we'll spend a week in Hawaii. If he's right, of course. Better bring some Galleons in case."

"You're starting to sound like Mad-Eye Moody," said Ron, a little too loudly.

"RON! Of course he's not sounding like Moody, he's just being careful, like ALL of us should!" warned Hermione.

"Oh, all right, fine then," said Ron in a disgruntled tone.

"I guess we'll be having dinner at the Burrow together?" said Harry.

"Yeah, we're Disapparating."

And they turned on the spot, focused on the Burrow and disappeared with three loud cracks.

As they arrived at the Burrow, Mrs Weasley was fixing dinner. "Well, Harry, looks like you've had a good day at the Auror department? Kingsley told me all about how promising you were. And Hermione! Working in Magical Law Enforcement and taking care of house-elves at the same time! Ron," she said quite pointedly, "At the shop with George?"

She seemed disappointed that Ron had not chosen a Ministry career like Hermione, or an adventurous, respectable Auror job when he had all the qualifications too. Instead he had chosen to replace Fred and help George with the joke shop, an option that was proving extremely unpopular with Mrs Weasley.

"Go get Ginny, will you? She's been busy reading all day. Expect it's just some passing fad."

"But reading is good!" said Hermione in a shocked whisper.

"We know," said Ron.

They wandered up the staircase and successfully located Ginny. She was reading The Quibbler.

"You HAVE to read this!" she said, her eyes glazed.

"Uh-oh." Harry raised his wand and pointed it at Ginny.

"FINITE INCATANTEM!" He said, trying to cast it correctly.

It worked. Ginny choked and spluttered as if she had been in a trance and was now awakening.

"What happened to you?" asked Ron, a look of mock concern on his face.

"Stupid Terry Boot jinxed the magazine, I suppose. Eww. The Quibbler? That prat. I performed one of my expert Bat-Bogey Hexes on him and he just wanted revenge, I suppose."

"Why?" asked Hermione.

"Because," said Ginny, "He was trying to steal my lipstick."

"Steal your WHAT?!" asked Ron and Harry.

"Lipstick." Ginny looked adamant.

"Why'd he want that for?" asked Hermione.

"It's a Portkey. I'm going to Hawaii in holiday tomorrow. Free package, won it in some lucky draw. Some other lucky guy won a holiday for three. Wish I'd gotten that," said Ginny resentfully, "Then I could drag y'all along and stuff one of you in a suitcase and smuggle you along or something."

"There's no need for that," said Hermione and Harry, who were ignoring Ron, who had burst out into laughter.

"And why?" asked Ginny.

"Because," said Hermione, "Harry is 'the other lucky guy'."

Just as they were about to say more, Mrs Weasley called "DINNER'S READY!". Famished as they were, they raced each other down the stairs like children and sat at the table.