Percy was sitting reading his Prophet again, it had gotten particularly hot that night, so Hermione was just in a sports bra and silk boxer shorts as she walked downstairs.

"Erm… Don't own a robe?" Percy asked awkwardly.

"It's hot…" Is all Hermione said before sitting down with a glass of water.

"Didn't know you had your belly button pierced." Percy murmured from behind his newspaper, crinkling it a bit.

Hermione blushed and looked down, "Oh erm… Dare."

"And keeping in the jewelry, part of the dare?" Percy laughed.

"Nope… just liked it." She shrugged.

"Ah." He stood up and stretched, "I'm going to get dressed."

"Do you drive?" Hermione asked suddenly.

"Erm… yes, but… why would I when I can Apparate or Floo?"

"You've never… driven just for a drive?" Hermione asked.

"What would be the point?" Percy crinkled his eyebrows in confusion.

Hermione laughed, "Do you own a car?"

"Well, no…"

"Good thing I do then, parents bought it for me for graduation. We're going for a drive." Hermione stood up, "I'll go get dressed. Meet you back here in ten."

"Erm… okay?" Percy watched her run up the stairs with a curious look on his face. Then shrugged and went to his room to change too.

They met downstairs and Hermione smiled, "Ready?"

"One question… where is this car?"

Hermione laughed, "My parents house. We'll have to Apparate there."

"Erm… okay where is it?"

"It'll be easier if I just side-along you." Hermione stepped closer and took Percy's hand. There was a tugging sensation and an audible pop and they were suddenly in front of a cozy little cottage engrossed in honeysuckle and ivy.

There was a two car garage next to the cottage with an old basket ball hoop hanging above the doors, "What's that?" Percy asked, pointing to the hoop.

"It's a basketball hoop, it's a muggle sport." Hermione yelled over her shoulder, walking toward the garage, "Give me a hand?" She asked as she pulled it up.

Percy ran over to her and lifted it the rest of the way, inside was a 1965 Austin Healey 3000. "That's my baby. She's a little rusty and needs some work but… she's my baby." Hermione sighed.

"You… You have a--"

"My Gran gave it to my dad when I was a baby, and he never really appreciated it very much, let it rot in this garage, I told him if he let me have it I would fix it up. A little easier with magic but I still have to do a lot by hand." She clapped her hands together and smiled, "Let's fire 'er up. Want to push or steer?"

"What do you mean push?" Percy's eyebrows furrowed again, he seemed to do a lot of that around Hermione.

Hermione rolled her eyes, "She needs a bit of a running go if she's not parked downhill." She said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

Percy scratched his neck and sighed, "I'll er… push."

"Trying to be manly?" Hermione laughed.

"I'll fail." Percy shrugged.

Hermione laughed again and got into the driver's seat, "When I say go, run as fast as you can." The engine revved loudly, then died. Hermione tapped her wand on the dashboard and revved it again, this time it sputtered to life, "OKAY GO! GO! GO!"

Percy began pushing and running as best he could, finally building up enough momentum so the car was racing down the road at a normal speed, "Hop in!"

"Hop in?" Percy was running to keep up, "Are you mad?"

"Apparate in then!" Hermione rolled her eyes.

Suddenly Percy was in the passenger seat, "That was exciting."

"Oh that's half the fun! Any particular place you'd like to go?"

"Not really." Percy shrugged.

"I know a place." Hermione reached over to the glove compartment and dug out a pair of big Hollywood sunglasses. "Pick a radio station."

"What?"

"A radio station, shotgun is DJ."

"I was always told driver is DJ, shotgun shuts the hell up."

Hermione laughed, "Stop springing that on me! Percy Weasley swearing… you've got to ease into it."

"Sorry." Percy leaned in and turned the dial, a slow tune involving lots of violins and pianos bled through Hermione's speakers.

"Um… really?" Hermione looked at him with a quirked eyebrow.

"What? This is Bach! This is real music!" Percy huffed, crossing his arms.

"Nope, this is." Hermione turned the knob and Shakira thumped through the speakers.

Percy jumped up in his seat and turned the volume up louder, "OH! 'I'm on tonight you know my hips don't lie and I'm startin' to feel ya right!'" He looked over at Hermione who was glancing at the road and then turning back to him with a dumbfounded look on her face.

"You know Shakira?"

"Of course! She's amazing!"

Hermione shook her head, grinning, and stopped the car, "We're here. Hungry?"

"A bit." Percy rubbed his stomach and looked around, "I don't see a place."

Hermione pointed to a shack that was just off the boardwalk, "Duh!"

Percy grimaced, "That? That can't possibly be up to code."

"Oh just get out of the car Percival."

Percy did as she said and started walking toward the shack, "What do they… serve here anyway?"

"Burgers mostly."

"Burgers?" Percy asked.

"You know… cheeseburgers, hamburgers…"

"Are they… made of ham then?"

Hermione stopped in her tracks and turned to Percy, "You… have never… had a burger before?"

"No… what is it exactly?"

Hermione pulled him to the counter and ordered two deluxe cheeseburgers with the works, a large fry, and a large milkshake. "We'll share the fries and milkshake."

They got their food and sat down at a picnic table nearby, "Erm… what is this made of?"

"Beef, just eat."

Percy bit into his hamburger and moaned, "This is bloody brilliant!"

"Thought you might like it. Oh! Try this." Hermione dipped her fry into the chocolate shake, "It's amazing…"