Shipping D1 - Roadtrip

Setting C4 - Mosque

Fall D2 - Zipper

Ship: Hermione/Cedric/Viktor/Fleur/Harry

Stacked With: Ship; Set; FaB; FPC; BAON; StL; SIN; PP; SoC; Cluster; MLG; RoB; ER; Shower; Fence; Star; RoIL; O3; FR; LiCK; SN; TY

Individual Challenges: In a Flash (Y); Bucket Listing (Y); Two Cakes (Y); Eating Cake (Y); Neurodivergent (Y); Rowl in Her Grave (Y); Ethnic & Present (Y); Lovely Triangle (Y); Ship Sails (Y); Hold the Mayo (Y); Zed Era (Y); Gryffindor MC x2; Ravenclaw MC; Hufflepuff MC; Beauxbaton MC; Durmstrang MC; Magical MC x5; Old Shoes (Y); Culturally Inclined (Y); Go Fluff Yourself (Y)

Primary & Secondary: Second Verse (Three's Company; Car in a Tutu; Zucchini Bread; Nontraditional; Found Family; Not a Lamp); Chorus (Unicorn; Tomorrow's Shade; Machismo; Pocky Pockets; Odd Feathers)

Tertiary & Generic: TY (Āvāsa); RoIL (Satisfaction; Ameliorate); O3 (Olivine); FR (Satisfaction; Liberation); LiCK (Poppy; Tansy); SN (Rail; Ameliorate)

Warnings:

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It had just started off as little trips here and there. After the Triwizard Tournament fiasco that left the four of them traumatized, Viktor paid for them to go on a holiday together to recover. They went away again the winter of 1996 and picked it back up the summer of 1998. Hermione had joined them by then as she was the only one with a legal driver's license. Cedric knew how to drive since he was ten, but didn't have an official license. Driving horse trailers was probably different anyhow.

And then everything became too much. The public eyes, the pressure to conform, the rogue Death Eaters stirring up trouble and attempting to assassinate Harry and Hermione…

They all needed a break. Which was how they had packed up this classic camper van (magically modified of course) and just… started driving.

Viktor nuzzled Fleur's thigh and smiled as Hermione and Cedric sang some pop song he didn't know at the top of their lungs. Harry was sitting at the kitchen table and watched the pair with a soft smile on his face.

"Morocco!" Hermione sang. "You know, this has the largest population of Jews in North Africa?"

"I knew that," said Cedric. "My grandmother met my grandfather here, which is why I grew up in a Judeo-Islamic household."

Hermione nodded. "I really want to see the temples and mosques while we're here. What do you want to do?"

"I would like to visit the markets and do some shopping," said Fleur.

"Historical buildings sound fun," said Cedric.

"I would like to try the local cuisine," said Viktor.

"I'm happy doing whatever," said Harry.

Hermione pulled up to the hotel labeled on the map and parked. One of the benefits to magic was that they could make the camper big enough for the five of them, but sometimes it was nice to have a hotel room to return to should they decide to split up.

Not that they split up often, but sometimes everyone had a different idea of what would be fun and Hermione wouldn't have to relinquish her grip on the keys.

They checked in and didn't receive too weird of a look from the concierge. The woman probably figured that they were saving money by sharing a room with two beds. Not realizing that those two beds would be magicked together into one giant bed for the best cuddle piles.

The room was nice and it gave them all a chance to change and get ready for a day of sightseeing.

Morocco was beautiful, though Viktor barely looked at any of it. Instead, all he could do was look at his dearest friends and loves. That was the part he enjoyed the most. Seeing how happy they were.

While they were walking through a breathtaking mosque, Viktor unzipped his bag and brought out his camera, capturing the look of wonder on their faces. Hermione was the only one who noticed and shyly hid her face with one of the scarves they bought in the market. It was recommended to follow dress code inside the mosque, so she and Fleur, already wearing long dresses and coats to protect against the sun, had covered their hair with scarves. Cedric was on the fence about it as he felt like a man that particular day but ended up covering his hair as well, since some days he felt like a woman.

"Why are you hiding?" Viktor asked Hermione.

"I'm not the most photogenic of the group," she said. "You should focus on the others."

He smiled and snapped another picture of her. "But I want to adore all of you."

"Sweet talker," said Harry, grinning.

Viktor gazed at all of them as they clustered together and took one more picture.

"I love you."