Spring Break in SoCal Chapter 4!~*¤
------A/N - sorry that 3rd chapter was so SAPPY, but I just in that kind of mood. I'm actually embarrassed of it now, I'm not normally that kind of writer. I like it when it's light and funny.
Harry and Ginny found Ron and Hermione sipping in silence out of Starbucks cups outside the famous café. Harry sat down next to Hermione and smiled.
"Whatcha got there?" he asked jovially, seeming completely opposite of the mood that they had last seen him in.
Hermione looked at Harry, surprised at his sudden change of character. "Caramel Frappuchino," she responded. "It's really good. Want some?" She offered him the cup. Obviously he wanted to forget what just happened.
"Sure. Thanks." He said, and took a sip out of her straw. "Hey, this is good! I'm going to go get one." He flashed her another warm smile, then headed off to the nearest Starbucks.
Ron and Hermione watched his shape grow smaller as he moved up in the long line for coffee, and as soon as they were sure he was out of hearing range, they both looked at Ginny.
"What did you SAY?" asked Hermione, a very curious look on her pale English face. She rested one elbow on the round airport table.
Ginny tightened her lips in an aire of importance, then responded, "That's between Harry and me." She looked very pleased with herself.
Ron rolled his eyes. "Oh, come ON. What could be so secret?"
"Exactly." said Ginny. She knew she was confusing him.
Ron and Hermione exchanged puzzled glances, then both returned their gaze to Ginny, who had her arms crossed.
"Wait a minute...are you saying that its 'what' that's bothering him? What is 'what' ?" asked Hermione precociously.
This time it was Ginny that was confused. "Huh?"
"If exactly what could be so secret, then what is the thing that what is bothering him about? You're saying that what is the secret. What is what?" asked Hermione, eyebrows raised at Ginny. "Hmm? What is what?"
"I get it!" said Ron. "What is that thing that I said that Ginny said was exactly what the thing that was so secret." He had a huge smile on his face. "Right, Hermione?"
Hermione had a horrified look on her face. "No more coffee for you, Ron."
"Then I claim his coffee!" exclaimed Ginny, snatching it away from him. She sniffed it. "What flavor is this, anyway?" asked Ginny. "It smells funny."
"White Chocolate Mocha." said Ron, then laughed demonically.
Ginny growled, then shoved the mocha back towards him.
Ron, seeing that Hermione had no idea what was going on, clued her in. "Ginny is allergic to White Chocolate." said Ron, glancing at Ginny very smugly. "I got this flavor on purpose. I had a feeling something like this would happen." He smiled, then took a sip of his coffee. "Go get your own."
Just as he was saying this, Harry returned to the table with two cups. He handed one to Ginny, and gave her a meaningful look. She smiled.
"I heard you guys arguing over here. Ginny, I got you a vanilla frappuchino. Vanilla is your favorite flavor, right?"
"Yeah, thanks!" she said, then took a long sip of it out of her straw. She raised her eyebrows at Harry, and he nodded.
"What is going ON between you two?" asked Hermione, looking back and forth between Ginny and Harry.
"Nothing." They both answered in unison. Harry and Ginny laughed.
"Alright, it's 8:30. We gotta go catch our flight." said Ron peering at a clock that was posted high on the wall adjacent to them.
They all stood up. Hermione brushed off her silky blue skirt, and straightened her necklace. Ginny ran her hands through her fiery red hair. Ron walked ahead of the rest down a carpeted blue hallway. They had been walking in silence for about 6 minutes when they finally arrived at the port for Southwest Airlines. They came to the point where they would have to run their bags through the x-ray machine. Harry went first, and placed his bags down onto the moving black tread. As it passed through the rubber flaps, one of the young women working at the machine seemed to recognize him. She pulled a small yellow notebook out of her blue flight jacket, and scribbled something down on it. She glanced at her oblivious co-worker and handed the yellow note to Harry. Looking surprised, he read the note.
hey is your name harry potter? my little sister is crazy about you
He looked up from the note at the smiling Arabic girl, and nodded. She beamed, and pulled a small, expensive-looking silver camera out of the inside pocket of her jacket. Harry smiled, and she snapped a quick shot. She glanced back at her co-worker, who was staring at the wall and blowing spit bubbles. The new photo slid out of the bottom of the camera, and as soon as it developed Harry autographed it with the olive-skinned girl's Sharpie pen. After all of their bags (including minimized books, brooms, and various other items) came out the back end of the machine, the three fifteen-year-olds and the fourteen-year-old headed for the gateway to the plane.
------A/N - sorry that 3rd chapter was so SAPPY, but I just in that kind of mood. I'm actually embarrassed of it now, I'm not normally that kind of writer. I like it when it's light and funny.
Harry and Ginny found Ron and Hermione sipping in silence out of Starbucks cups outside the famous café. Harry sat down next to Hermione and smiled.
"Whatcha got there?" he asked jovially, seeming completely opposite of the mood that they had last seen him in.
Hermione looked at Harry, surprised at his sudden change of character. "Caramel Frappuchino," she responded. "It's really good. Want some?" She offered him the cup. Obviously he wanted to forget what just happened.
"Sure. Thanks." He said, and took a sip out of her straw. "Hey, this is good! I'm going to go get one." He flashed her another warm smile, then headed off to the nearest Starbucks.
Ron and Hermione watched his shape grow smaller as he moved up in the long line for coffee, and as soon as they were sure he was out of hearing range, they both looked at Ginny.
"What did you SAY?" asked Hermione, a very curious look on her pale English face. She rested one elbow on the round airport table.
Ginny tightened her lips in an aire of importance, then responded, "That's between Harry and me." She looked very pleased with herself.
Ron rolled his eyes. "Oh, come ON. What could be so secret?"
"Exactly." said Ginny. She knew she was confusing him.
Ron and Hermione exchanged puzzled glances, then both returned their gaze to Ginny, who had her arms crossed.
"Wait a minute...are you saying that its 'what' that's bothering him? What is 'what' ?" asked Hermione precociously.
This time it was Ginny that was confused. "Huh?"
"If exactly what could be so secret, then what is the thing that what is bothering him about? You're saying that what is the secret. What is what?" asked Hermione, eyebrows raised at Ginny. "Hmm? What is what?"
"I get it!" said Ron. "What is that thing that I said that Ginny said was exactly what the thing that was so secret." He had a huge smile on his face. "Right, Hermione?"
Hermione had a horrified look on her face. "No more coffee for you, Ron."
"Then I claim his coffee!" exclaimed Ginny, snatching it away from him. She sniffed it. "What flavor is this, anyway?" asked Ginny. "It smells funny."
"White Chocolate Mocha." said Ron, then laughed demonically.
Ginny growled, then shoved the mocha back towards him.
Ron, seeing that Hermione had no idea what was going on, clued her in. "Ginny is allergic to White Chocolate." said Ron, glancing at Ginny very smugly. "I got this flavor on purpose. I had a feeling something like this would happen." He smiled, then took a sip of his coffee. "Go get your own."
Just as he was saying this, Harry returned to the table with two cups. He handed one to Ginny, and gave her a meaningful look. She smiled.
"I heard you guys arguing over here. Ginny, I got you a vanilla frappuchino. Vanilla is your favorite flavor, right?"
"Yeah, thanks!" she said, then took a long sip of it out of her straw. She raised her eyebrows at Harry, and he nodded.
"What is going ON between you two?" asked Hermione, looking back and forth between Ginny and Harry.
"Nothing." They both answered in unison. Harry and Ginny laughed.
"Alright, it's 8:30. We gotta go catch our flight." said Ron peering at a clock that was posted high on the wall adjacent to them.
They all stood up. Hermione brushed off her silky blue skirt, and straightened her necklace. Ginny ran her hands through her fiery red hair. Ron walked ahead of the rest down a carpeted blue hallway. They had been walking in silence for about 6 minutes when they finally arrived at the port for Southwest Airlines. They came to the point where they would have to run their bags through the x-ray machine. Harry went first, and placed his bags down onto the moving black tread. As it passed through the rubber flaps, one of the young women working at the machine seemed to recognize him. She pulled a small yellow notebook out of her blue flight jacket, and scribbled something down on it. She glanced at her oblivious co-worker and handed the yellow note to Harry. Looking surprised, he read the note.
hey is your name harry potter? my little sister is crazy about you
He looked up from the note at the smiling Arabic girl, and nodded. She beamed, and pulled a small, expensive-looking silver camera out of the inside pocket of her jacket. Harry smiled, and she snapped a quick shot. She glanced back at her co-worker, who was staring at the wall and blowing spit bubbles. The new photo slid out of the bottom of the camera, and as soon as it developed Harry autographed it with the olive-skinned girl's Sharpie pen. After all of their bags (including minimized books, brooms, and various other items) came out the back end of the machine, the three fifteen-year-olds and the fourteen-year-old headed for the gateway to the plane.
