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"Alright, fried chicken!" Harry said as he and Ron entered the kitchen.
"Smells great, Mione." Ron said. He and Harry walked over and sat at the table, watching Hermione cook dinner. She had made it clear that she enjoyed cooking, and never seemed to need their help. Hermione was especially good at cooking fried chicken.
"Are you guys done packing, finally?" Hermione asked, as she turned a piece of chicken over. "Or, are you taking another break? Ron, can you set the table, please?"
"Nah. We're finally done.'' Ron said, getting up to get the plates and forks.
"Oh, good. I'm still surprised you guys took twice as long to pack as I did." Hermione said, placing a piece of chicken on the serving dish.
"You know, you've never said where we were going." Harry said casually.
"France." Hermione said as she floured another piece of chicken.
"Yeah, but where in France?" Harry asked.
Hermione sighed. "Just outside of Olargues."
"Where?" Ron asked.
"Olargues. It's in southern France. There's only around 700 people there, so it's not a huge town."
"Sounds nice. Not too small, but not overly large, either." Harry said.
Hermione put the chicken on the table, and sat down. "It is nice, actually. It's also beautiful there. It's medieval.''
"It can't be that bad, Mione.'' Ron said around a mouthful of pasta salad.
"No, Ron. It dates back to medieval times. You know, around the eleventh century." Hermione said with a smile, before taking a bite of chicken.
''Sounds good. How long will it take to get there?" Harry asked.
"Oh, umm..about 12 and a half hours. If we leave at eight thirty, we'll get there an hour before sunset. So bring something to do in the car, guys."
"So, do we need to pack food, too?" Ron asked, making Hermione and Harry laugh.
''I don't think so. One-we're stopping by the Burrow before we go, so your mum might send us off with something. And two-we could always stop for something." Hermione said, smiling. "Guys, I have been there before. I know what I'm doing.''
"You usually do, Mione." Harry and Ron said together.
Not long after dinner was done and the dishes finished, Hermione turned in. She would have a long day of driving tomorrow, and wanted to be well rested. She laid her clothes for tomorrow out on her chair in order to save time in the morning. She took a shower, feeling more relaxed by the minute. As soon as she woke up in the morning, she would be officially on holiday. She was excited. Stepping out of the shower and wrapping a towel around her, she blew her hair dry, which she found made it more manageable.
Going into the bedroom and pulling her nightshirt on, she slid between the sheets. For the first time in along time, she felt like a huge weight was lifted off her shoulders.
The next morning, all three were up and dressed by quarter to eight. That in itself was no small feat, considering Ron liking to go back to sleep. At one minute to eight, they apparated to the Burrow. Harry and Hermione followed Ron inside.
"Morning, Ron, Harry, Hermione." Bill said as they entered.
"Morning. Where's mum?" Ron asked.
"Upstairs with Ginny, doing some last minute packing.'' George said as he walked down the stairs. He took one look at the three, and gave a short bark of laughter. ''Are you really that in tune with each other?'' he asked. Harry, Ron and Hermione looked at him in confusion. Looking at each other, they all shrugged at one another. None of them knew what he was talking about. ''Look at yourselves. You'll get there.'' he said with an amused look.
Hermione was the one to notice what he was talking about. ''Oh, Merlin!'' she gasped. She, like George, wore a look of amusment. Harry was wearing a white muscle t-shirt and jeans with black and white trainers. Ron was wearing a white button-up with jeans and blue and white trainers. And finally, Hermione was wearing a white tank top with jean shorts and white trainers. They were all leaning against the table with their hands in their pockets.
"Bloody hell!'' Ron exclaimed, indicating his knowledge of it.
''Oh, Gods! How did we not notice this, guys?'' Harry asked, laughing.
''No idea." Ron said, before he started laughing.
''Good morning, dears.'' Mrs. Weasley said as she walked into the kitchen. She stopped to hug each of them. This was a classic Molly Weasley trait. Hugging them and simultaneously checking that they were alright. And checking their weight. Especially Hermione. Molly was always telling Hermione she needed to gain a few pounds or twenty.
''Morning, mum.'' ''Morning, Mrs. Weasley.'' ''Good morning, Mrs. Weasley.'' the three of them said as she hugged each of them.
''Are you sure you haven't spent too much time together already?'' she asked in an amused voice. She had noticed that the three were dressed similarily.
''We swear, we had no idea.'' Harry said.
''Just asked that question myself, mum.'' George said.
''Well, how about some breakfast, dears? Ginny should be down soon. She's just throwing a few things in last minute, and can't quite find room for it all.'' Molly said. Before any of them had answered, she was already getting ingredients together for pancakes.
There was a crack of apparition, and Molly looked out the kitchen window to see who was coming. ''Luna's here. I swear, that girl's like you, Hermione. You're both entirely too thin.'' she said, going to open the door. ''Good morning, Luna, dear.''
''Good morning, Mrs. Weasley.'' they heard Luna say from the other side.
''Come in, come in. Ron and the others just arrived, and Neville should be here at any time. Would you like some pancakes, dear?''
Luna entered and waved to the five sitting at the table. ''Yes, please.'' she said. ''Good morning, everyone.'' she said in a surprisingly clear voice. She walked around the table to Hermione and gave her a hug. ''Thank you for inviting me, Hermione.'' she said softly.
''We couldn't not invite you, Luna. It just wouldn't be the same.'' Hermione said.
''Yeah. We couldn't go on holiday and leave you here to watch for hummering blumbingers all on your own.'' Ron said in a teasing voice. Over the years, they had all come to support Luna's belief in the unseen creatures she so often talked about.
"It's Blubbering Humdingers, Ronald.'' Luna corrected, sounding a lot like Hermione.
At he same time Ginny managed to make it down the stairs, they all heard another pop of apparition. ''Oh, good. Neville's here. Sit down, Ginny.'' Molly said. ''All of you need a nice large meal. You're entirely too thin.'' she said, going to open the door.
''Good morning, Mrs. Weasley.'' Neville said. ''Gran insisted on sending this over this morning.'' he added. The group saw Molly reach out and grab a stack of books.
''Well, wasn't that nice of her? Come in, come in. The others are already here. Pancakes, Neville?'' she asked, not waiting for him to answer before setting another place for him.
''Morning, guys.'' Neville said, entering the kitchen. Looking at the three closely, he didn't need to ask for Harry to answer.
''We know. And, no, not on purpose.'' Harry said.
''What?'' Ginny asked. She had been trying to keep Bill from ruffling her hair and hadn't noticed anything.
''Look at them. Harry, Hermione and Ronnikins are dressed alike.'' George said. He started laughing again as Hermione glared at him.
''What? The Golden Trio have a uniform now, or something?'' Ginny asked, laughing.
''That's it. I'm changing when we get home.'' Hermione said, throwing her hands up. The whole room burst out laughing.
Review please.
Don't know if this is my best chapter so far, but I wrote it in kind of a hurry.
Olargues is on a list I saw of the ten most beautiful communities in France, and it looked like a cool name.
Next time: We finally head to France.
XOXO - Onyx Obsidian