A/N: Ahh, a brief kiss for you romantics who badley needed one! Some may
call you addicts but… well, so would I. j/k… Anyway, when Flame and Ice
have reviewed a chapter twice I know I need to get a new one up so I did…
This is slightly shorter than I had hoped to make it but oh well.
Escritora… god, love that. Well, here you go. Your next chapter. And by the
way, over 200 reviews!!! People, that is sooo awesome! I am in awe. I
wonder if any of you read my author notes. We're going to see. If you are
reading this, leave a review that says "Lalala" at the beginning and then
leave your review or comment. Hehe… we'll see who actually pays attention
to me… Muchachacha…
Disclaimer: I own Jason again… and my Owl's Empire! Soon, Owl's and I will take over the world! Starbucks franchise will look like nothing compared to Owl's… Mucchachacha! (wait—now I'm craving a a vanilla chocolate mocha!)
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Ginny glanced up gingerly over the steaming mug of apple cider and studied the face of Jason Whitaker. His rich brown eyes were dotted with flecks of gold that danced around his iris that were currently focusing on blowing on his latte to cool it down. Jason looked up, met Ginny's eyes, and she quickly looked away.
^Say something, Ginny, anything...^
"So, Virginia, what do you do for a living?" Ginny looked up, surprised, although she didn't know if it was because of "Virginia" or the question itself.
"Oh, I just graduated, er, high school. And you?" Ginny thanked her stars that she remembered what Harry had called Muggle school upon greeting Wally. Jason looked young, and she wondered if he actually had a job.
"I'm a law student," he replied, smiling, and took a confident sip of the latte. Sure enough, it was the perfect temperature, for he smiled. "Until I take the bar, I've been working as a secretary for Polson & Deats; have you ever heard of them?"
"No," Ginny said quietly. Of course she didn't know! And she had no idea how he had used the word "bar" in his sentence, so she decided to just keep her answers short and minimal.
"Oh, well, they're a law firm in California."
Ginny nodded, and took another long drink of her apple cider. She cringed as it scorched her tongue and the roof of her mouth, and then froze suddenly. "Did you say... California?"
Jason looked pleased that Ginny was taking an active part in the conversation. "Yes, that's where I live, in Los Angeles."
"The angels..." Ginny muttered breathlessly, recognized the Spanish. "Maybe there are angels helping us after all."
"What?" Jason looked confused, and at the same time amused with the distant expression lining Ginny's face and brown eyes.
"Is Disneyland in the angels?" Ginny asked earnestly, almost knocking over the cider with a swift movement forward.
Jason chuckled. "If you mean Los Angeles, no..." Ginny fell back in her seat, disgruntled. "...but it's in Anaheim, which isn't very far at all I'm supposed to be going back there tomorrow, but I have to stay another week and help our Arkansas branch." Jason fell back in his seat as Ginny jumped up excitedly. "Virginia...?"
"Jason!" she squealed, flinging her arms around him. "This is great! My friends and I, we're going to Disneyland!" She sat back suddenly, realizing that he had not offered her his plane flight or anything. "Oh, sorry..." she blushed. "I was just excited. What a coincidence."
"Hey," he said softly, and she looked up as Jason took her hand. "Why don't you take the plane? It's a small private one, but it should accommodate you and your brother."
"Uh-oh," Ginny could only reply. "There are six of us."
"You have six brothers!?" Jason's eyes grew wide incredulously with fear (after his abrupt incidence with Ron) and he withdrew his hand.
Ginny laughed. "No, no. It's my brother and four of our friends with me." She giggled as Jason sighed with relief. He was so cute.
"It would be a squeeze, but I bet you guys could fit."
"Oh, come on!" Ginny grabbed Jason's hand roughly and pulled him out of his seat. "You just HAVE to come and tell my friends. They'll be ecstatic!"
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It was fully dark as Ginny and Jason knocked on the door to room 515. It had been three hours since Jason had offered the plane (they went for ice- cream and dancing first) and was now one in the morning, but Ginny was still bouncing from foot to foot with excitement. The door opened abruptly and Harry towered over them. "Malfoy--oh, it's you," Harry sighed, as if disappointed. He opened the door wide to let them in.
"Nice to see you too, Harry, sorry if..." Ginny trailed off when she noticed that the room was dead silent, and everyone was gathered with sober demeanors. "What's wrong?"
"Draco has been gone since six," Hermione spoke up. Ginny thought it odd that Hermione was on the floor, hugging her knees to her chest. Ginny's eyes asked for an explanation so Hermione continued. "We went to this place called Owl's--"
"Owl's?" Jason cut in, smirking. "That sleazy place?"
"We went to Owl's," Hermione continued, seeming annoyed by Jason's comment that was now obvious to her, "and I left and I haven't seen him since."
"God, Hermione..." Ginny knelt beside her friend, wondering what to say. "I'm sorry."
"I don't care," Hermione snapped, bristled. "I just don't know where he is."
"This puts a damper on my news," Ginny shrugged, returning to Jason's side, "but Jason has graciously offered us a flight to Disneyland!" Not to her surprise, no one showed any excited response.
"Thanks," they all muttered in unison, although they sounded like someone had just died.
"Uh, I'll call you later," Ginny told Jason, writing down his number. Her friends were obviously not in the mood to meet and greet him. He left after being thanked profusely by Ginny and she closed the door, sighing.
"I feel like a parent waiting up for their kid who missed curfew," Ginny chuckled after a few idle minutes had passed. No one seemed to be in the joking mood; they had all been there for six hours rather than six minutes.
"I don't care about him," Hermione insisted. She stood up and, since she was already in her pajama top and shorts, climbed into the double bed she shared with Cho (who was napping against Ron).
The minutes turned to another and eventually each person's endurance dwindled and they headed off to bed. All slept immediately, even if fitfully. That is, except Hermione. She lay awake for two more hours, staring at the ceiling. And as she slowly drifted off to sleep, Draco still had not come home. It was 2 a.m.
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Hermione was walking in a park. It was beautiful out, and Draco held her hand. They were walking, laughing, and suddenly he kissed her on the cheek. She blushed and they kept walking. It seemed so familiar. He turned to her, and Hermione smiled, abashed. But he took her by the shoulders and shook her hard, so hard that her... eye snapped open?
Hermione groggily opened her eyes as Draco shook her, although not nearly as hard as in her dream. She expected darkness, but instead dawn's hazy sunlight crept in from the window, propped ajar, and streaked across her face. She squinted up into Draco's face and, without thinking, spat.
"Yech!" Draco reeled backward as he wiped his face of her spit in one motion. "What in the--"
But Hermione had stood up, right on the bed, and her eyes burned with fury. "What in the? What in the WHAT, Draco? What were you going to say? Because I have a few words that would complete that sentence if it was directed toward you! Like, what in the name of hell were you thinking? What in the realm of possibility kept you from here until at least two a.m.? What in the vicinity of Owl's did you screw last night?" She stopped, breathing raggedly, and scanned Draco's face. Hermione felt satisfaction, seeing that the guy who had an answer to everything was stunned and at a loss for words.
"Hermione, I--" he stammered.
"Oh, shove it!' she screeched. Hermione Granger had never meant those words more. "Malfoy, you are--"
And he lunged at her. In that millisecond, all Hermione could think was, "Omigodhe'sgonnakillme!" But Draco Malfoy did not kill her. Hermione almost screamed in surprise as Draco's lips met hers, smothering the rest of her sentence. "Much better than the pillow," Hermione thought, remembering a similar situation in which her words had been cut off by Draco. "No!" she screeched mentally. "This is Malfoy! The loser who screwed up his chances with you!" And at that moment, Hermione truly hated him. And we all know what girls do when they hate boys (Mwarren: or when they want to watch their best friends scream because the girl is bored!)...
"Holy..." Draco fell back onto the floor, cursing the place where he had been kicked by Hermione's merciless foot. "That... was... cruel..." He could barely speak, but he could see alright. He could see the enmity in Hermione's eyes as she stood over him, admiring her work.
"What's going on?" Cho yawned as she and the rest sat up and stretched, obviously awakened by the commotion Hermione and Draco had created.
"I kicked Draco where Ken's manufacturers thought it best to leave out," Hermione said rather smugly, settling back into bed as if nothing had happened. But the rest, irked with curiosity, hurriedly leaped out of their beds and bounded over to where Draco was groaning. The first thing they noticed was that Draco's chair-bed hadn't been slept in, and the next that Draco appeared to be in agony.
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The Vette pulled away from the parking lot of the Hampton Inn with its usual six passengers piled inside. Destination: Airport. "Harry?" Hermione said calmly, not looking at Draco, who was still wincing. "Did you say you went to the library earlier?"
"Yeah," Harry grumbled in reply. "Not that it helped or anything."
Hermione felt that he didn't want to expand on why he went there or what happened, so she respected that and shrunk back into her seat. Draco's sharp breaths beside her annoyed Hermione, but at the same time she had to remember that, well, he had kissed her. What had that been about? She didn't know if a kiss meant the same to a boy as it did to a girl, but there it was. A kiss. And where had he been? Undoubtedly with some Owl's chick.
Harry shifted in his seat as he fended off the library question from Herm. He wasn't ready to talk about it; after all, his mother was a sensitive subject. ^Of course I wasn't going to find out about a girl from Nottingham in Arkansas^ he thought sourly as he pulled the Vette into the airport. It hadn't been a far drive and so the passengers weren't too sluggish.
The small plane that was promised to them was small indeed. After checking in, and shrinking the Vette into Harry's pocket, they boarded the small aircraft. Cho, Ron, and Ginny shoved into the back, Harry took shotgun and Hermione was forced to smush beside Draco.
"Hermione…" Draco said, pleading. The plane hadn't taken off yet; the pilot was still checking the gear. Hermione looked away, but Draco wouldn't give up. "Don't you want to know where I was last night? I can explain."
"No, not really," Hermione replied coldly. Her stare burned into the window.
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A/N: Well, Herm may not want to know but I bet the rest of you do! Hey, thanks for the myriads of reviews! Love u all… muchachacha! Note to self: Stop laughing so evil-ish! Hey, Note to self would make a great story title…
Flame and Ice—LOL, well, all people on fanfiction.net who 1) leave nice reviews 2) faithfully follow my story and 3) are funny, are cool by me. Of course I had to dedicate, otherwise it would be like not puttting a disclaimer. Oh, and thanks!
Sn0bunny—Thanks lots, well, I didn't want Draco to be Mr. Perfect. Glad u like the sweetness of 15, I owed that to all you fluffy people!
Sassinak—lol, thanks soooo much! That was a really nice review. I feel all warm and tingly inside.
Natasha—It's okay, I was half-kidding anyway. LOL, glad you like, thanks, although I thought the "Fair Juliet" reference from an earlier chapter made you infer that it was him. Maybe I should have cleared it up, sorry!
MiyaQui—Yes, I agree totally. There is something about guys crying, it's so rare that you that it's genuine. LOL, that's funny about the Chinese fire drills. Why do they do it? Is it organized? Tell me more info and I'll write one in. Thanku!!
Kasumi Greenleaf—D/HP? You mean Draco/Harry? Eww… I mean, I respect the right to choose and all, but I would not be able to read a slash. Sorry, I just don't. Incest either, and generally I don't read techer/student unless it's not a million year age gap. Well, glad you enjoyed and thanks profusely.
Cristina—Why thankyou!
Ginny—Hey! You practically plagarized Cristina's review! J/K, and thanks much!
Slytherin Mudblood—LOL, shagging bangs… I fixed it. I know you're not too perverted, I have a friend Adam, who has been "in the gutter" as you say for so long that he's become a part of it. Thanks~I had to make it Owl's because I wanted him to screw up… You'll see…
Mingy—LOL, it was NiCe of u 2 review!
Mirei nochei*—Thanks, glad u enjoyed!
Flame and Ice—I changed my name to Escritora (meaning writer in spanish) because I'm a writer, I speak spanish, it wasn't taken, and it sounds cool. Thanks for reviewing people!
Magic Bunny—Actually laughed aloud at your name. Don't know why… maybe it's the fact that it's almost one in the morning… Anyway, thanks, I really appreciate it!
Miss Spinn—Ch1-9—Thanks, how nice were those reviews! Really wonderful of you. Thanks so much… And nine reviews! You're my new shrine of worship!!!
And with an indefinite thanks to all of you, this chapter of Road trip has now ended. Please turn the tape over. Hehe, j/k…
And I'm out…
Disclaimer: I own Jason again… and my Owl's Empire! Soon, Owl's and I will take over the world! Starbucks franchise will look like nothing compared to Owl's… Mucchachacha! (wait—now I'm craving a a vanilla chocolate mocha!)
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Ginny glanced up gingerly over the steaming mug of apple cider and studied the face of Jason Whitaker. His rich brown eyes were dotted with flecks of gold that danced around his iris that were currently focusing on blowing on his latte to cool it down. Jason looked up, met Ginny's eyes, and she quickly looked away.
^Say something, Ginny, anything...^
"So, Virginia, what do you do for a living?" Ginny looked up, surprised, although she didn't know if it was because of "Virginia" or the question itself.
"Oh, I just graduated, er, high school. And you?" Ginny thanked her stars that she remembered what Harry had called Muggle school upon greeting Wally. Jason looked young, and she wondered if he actually had a job.
"I'm a law student," he replied, smiling, and took a confident sip of the latte. Sure enough, it was the perfect temperature, for he smiled. "Until I take the bar, I've been working as a secretary for Polson & Deats; have you ever heard of them?"
"No," Ginny said quietly. Of course she didn't know! And she had no idea how he had used the word "bar" in his sentence, so she decided to just keep her answers short and minimal.
"Oh, well, they're a law firm in California."
Ginny nodded, and took another long drink of her apple cider. She cringed as it scorched her tongue and the roof of her mouth, and then froze suddenly. "Did you say... California?"
Jason looked pleased that Ginny was taking an active part in the conversation. "Yes, that's where I live, in Los Angeles."
"The angels..." Ginny muttered breathlessly, recognized the Spanish. "Maybe there are angels helping us after all."
"What?" Jason looked confused, and at the same time amused with the distant expression lining Ginny's face and brown eyes.
"Is Disneyland in the angels?" Ginny asked earnestly, almost knocking over the cider with a swift movement forward.
Jason chuckled. "If you mean Los Angeles, no..." Ginny fell back in her seat, disgruntled. "...but it's in Anaheim, which isn't very far at all I'm supposed to be going back there tomorrow, but I have to stay another week and help our Arkansas branch." Jason fell back in his seat as Ginny jumped up excitedly. "Virginia...?"
"Jason!" she squealed, flinging her arms around him. "This is great! My friends and I, we're going to Disneyland!" She sat back suddenly, realizing that he had not offered her his plane flight or anything. "Oh, sorry..." she blushed. "I was just excited. What a coincidence."
"Hey," he said softly, and she looked up as Jason took her hand. "Why don't you take the plane? It's a small private one, but it should accommodate you and your brother."
"Uh-oh," Ginny could only reply. "There are six of us."
"You have six brothers!?" Jason's eyes grew wide incredulously with fear (after his abrupt incidence with Ron) and he withdrew his hand.
Ginny laughed. "No, no. It's my brother and four of our friends with me." She giggled as Jason sighed with relief. He was so cute.
"It would be a squeeze, but I bet you guys could fit."
"Oh, come on!" Ginny grabbed Jason's hand roughly and pulled him out of his seat. "You just HAVE to come and tell my friends. They'll be ecstatic!"
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It was fully dark as Ginny and Jason knocked on the door to room 515. It had been three hours since Jason had offered the plane (they went for ice- cream and dancing first) and was now one in the morning, but Ginny was still bouncing from foot to foot with excitement. The door opened abruptly and Harry towered over them. "Malfoy--oh, it's you," Harry sighed, as if disappointed. He opened the door wide to let them in.
"Nice to see you too, Harry, sorry if..." Ginny trailed off when she noticed that the room was dead silent, and everyone was gathered with sober demeanors. "What's wrong?"
"Draco has been gone since six," Hermione spoke up. Ginny thought it odd that Hermione was on the floor, hugging her knees to her chest. Ginny's eyes asked for an explanation so Hermione continued. "We went to this place called Owl's--"
"Owl's?" Jason cut in, smirking. "That sleazy place?"
"We went to Owl's," Hermione continued, seeming annoyed by Jason's comment that was now obvious to her, "and I left and I haven't seen him since."
"God, Hermione..." Ginny knelt beside her friend, wondering what to say. "I'm sorry."
"I don't care," Hermione snapped, bristled. "I just don't know where he is."
"This puts a damper on my news," Ginny shrugged, returning to Jason's side, "but Jason has graciously offered us a flight to Disneyland!" Not to her surprise, no one showed any excited response.
"Thanks," they all muttered in unison, although they sounded like someone had just died.
"Uh, I'll call you later," Ginny told Jason, writing down his number. Her friends were obviously not in the mood to meet and greet him. He left after being thanked profusely by Ginny and she closed the door, sighing.
"I feel like a parent waiting up for their kid who missed curfew," Ginny chuckled after a few idle minutes had passed. No one seemed to be in the joking mood; they had all been there for six hours rather than six minutes.
"I don't care about him," Hermione insisted. She stood up and, since she was already in her pajama top and shorts, climbed into the double bed she shared with Cho (who was napping against Ron).
The minutes turned to another and eventually each person's endurance dwindled and they headed off to bed. All slept immediately, even if fitfully. That is, except Hermione. She lay awake for two more hours, staring at the ceiling. And as she slowly drifted off to sleep, Draco still had not come home. It was 2 a.m.
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Hermione was walking in a park. It was beautiful out, and Draco held her hand. They were walking, laughing, and suddenly he kissed her on the cheek. She blushed and they kept walking. It seemed so familiar. He turned to her, and Hermione smiled, abashed. But he took her by the shoulders and shook her hard, so hard that her... eye snapped open?
Hermione groggily opened her eyes as Draco shook her, although not nearly as hard as in her dream. She expected darkness, but instead dawn's hazy sunlight crept in from the window, propped ajar, and streaked across her face. She squinted up into Draco's face and, without thinking, spat.
"Yech!" Draco reeled backward as he wiped his face of her spit in one motion. "What in the--"
But Hermione had stood up, right on the bed, and her eyes burned with fury. "What in the? What in the WHAT, Draco? What were you going to say? Because I have a few words that would complete that sentence if it was directed toward you! Like, what in the name of hell were you thinking? What in the realm of possibility kept you from here until at least two a.m.? What in the vicinity of Owl's did you screw last night?" She stopped, breathing raggedly, and scanned Draco's face. Hermione felt satisfaction, seeing that the guy who had an answer to everything was stunned and at a loss for words.
"Hermione, I--" he stammered.
"Oh, shove it!' she screeched. Hermione Granger had never meant those words more. "Malfoy, you are--"
And he lunged at her. In that millisecond, all Hermione could think was, "Omigodhe'sgonnakillme!" But Draco Malfoy did not kill her. Hermione almost screamed in surprise as Draco's lips met hers, smothering the rest of her sentence. "Much better than the pillow," Hermione thought, remembering a similar situation in which her words had been cut off by Draco. "No!" she screeched mentally. "This is Malfoy! The loser who screwed up his chances with you!" And at that moment, Hermione truly hated him. And we all know what girls do when they hate boys (Mwarren: or when they want to watch their best friends scream because the girl is bored!)...
"Holy..." Draco fell back onto the floor, cursing the place where he had been kicked by Hermione's merciless foot. "That... was... cruel..." He could barely speak, but he could see alright. He could see the enmity in Hermione's eyes as she stood over him, admiring her work.
"What's going on?" Cho yawned as she and the rest sat up and stretched, obviously awakened by the commotion Hermione and Draco had created.
"I kicked Draco where Ken's manufacturers thought it best to leave out," Hermione said rather smugly, settling back into bed as if nothing had happened. But the rest, irked with curiosity, hurriedly leaped out of their beds and bounded over to where Draco was groaning. The first thing they noticed was that Draco's chair-bed hadn't been slept in, and the next that Draco appeared to be in agony.
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The Vette pulled away from the parking lot of the Hampton Inn with its usual six passengers piled inside. Destination: Airport. "Harry?" Hermione said calmly, not looking at Draco, who was still wincing. "Did you say you went to the library earlier?"
"Yeah," Harry grumbled in reply. "Not that it helped or anything."
Hermione felt that he didn't want to expand on why he went there or what happened, so she respected that and shrunk back into her seat. Draco's sharp breaths beside her annoyed Hermione, but at the same time she had to remember that, well, he had kissed her. What had that been about? She didn't know if a kiss meant the same to a boy as it did to a girl, but there it was. A kiss. And where had he been? Undoubtedly with some Owl's chick.
Harry shifted in his seat as he fended off the library question from Herm. He wasn't ready to talk about it; after all, his mother was a sensitive subject. ^Of course I wasn't going to find out about a girl from Nottingham in Arkansas^ he thought sourly as he pulled the Vette into the airport. It hadn't been a far drive and so the passengers weren't too sluggish.
The small plane that was promised to them was small indeed. After checking in, and shrinking the Vette into Harry's pocket, they boarded the small aircraft. Cho, Ron, and Ginny shoved into the back, Harry took shotgun and Hermione was forced to smush beside Draco.
"Hermione…" Draco said, pleading. The plane hadn't taken off yet; the pilot was still checking the gear. Hermione looked away, but Draco wouldn't give up. "Don't you want to know where I was last night? I can explain."
"No, not really," Hermione replied coldly. Her stare burned into the window.
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A/N: Well, Herm may not want to know but I bet the rest of you do! Hey, thanks for the myriads of reviews! Love u all… muchachacha! Note to self: Stop laughing so evil-ish! Hey, Note to self would make a great story title…
Flame and Ice—LOL, well, all people on fanfiction.net who 1) leave nice reviews 2) faithfully follow my story and 3) are funny, are cool by me. Of course I had to dedicate, otherwise it would be like not puttting a disclaimer. Oh, and thanks!
Sn0bunny—Thanks lots, well, I didn't want Draco to be Mr. Perfect. Glad u like the sweetness of 15, I owed that to all you fluffy people!
Sassinak—lol, thanks soooo much! That was a really nice review. I feel all warm and tingly inside.
Natasha—It's okay, I was half-kidding anyway. LOL, glad you like, thanks, although I thought the "Fair Juliet" reference from an earlier chapter made you infer that it was him. Maybe I should have cleared it up, sorry!
MiyaQui—Yes, I agree totally. There is something about guys crying, it's so rare that you that it's genuine. LOL, that's funny about the Chinese fire drills. Why do they do it? Is it organized? Tell me more info and I'll write one in. Thanku!!
Kasumi Greenleaf—D/HP? You mean Draco/Harry? Eww… I mean, I respect the right to choose and all, but I would not be able to read a slash. Sorry, I just don't. Incest either, and generally I don't read techer/student unless it's not a million year age gap. Well, glad you enjoyed and thanks profusely.
Cristina—Why thankyou!
Ginny—Hey! You practically plagarized Cristina's review! J/K, and thanks much!
Slytherin Mudblood—LOL, shagging bangs… I fixed it. I know you're not too perverted, I have a friend Adam, who has been "in the gutter" as you say for so long that he's become a part of it. Thanks~I had to make it Owl's because I wanted him to screw up… You'll see…
Mingy—LOL, it was NiCe of u 2 review!
Mirei nochei*—Thanks, glad u enjoyed!
Flame and Ice—I changed my name to Escritora (meaning writer in spanish) because I'm a writer, I speak spanish, it wasn't taken, and it sounds cool. Thanks for reviewing people!
Magic Bunny—Actually laughed aloud at your name. Don't know why… maybe it's the fact that it's almost one in the morning… Anyway, thanks, I really appreciate it!
Miss Spinn—Ch1-9—Thanks, how nice were those reviews! Really wonderful of you. Thanks so much… And nine reviews! You're my new shrine of worship!!!
And with an indefinite thanks to all of you, this chapter of Road trip has now ended. Please turn the tape over. Hehe, j/k…
And I'm out…