A/N: Boo! Heh heh, it's me. Well, this story will be wrapping up in the
next few chapters... I think... *mischievous grin* I could write a
sequel... *intriguing look toward reviewers* but that all depends on you!
Should I? Would it be too much? Anyway, here's the chapter. If you love it,
great. If you like it, good. If you hate it, bite me. If you're a tall,
dark, and handsome male, then what the hell are you doing reading this? Get
over here!!
And, ugh, jj alan, I am still trying to work the tourist trap into the story. It WILL be there, for the lfie of me.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, but if that tall, dark, and handsome guy doesn't get over here this instant he's gonna be owning one something less *winkwink*
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"It's so sunny!" Ginny Weasly gushed, almost knocking off her floppy straw hat as she flailed her arms up dramatically. "Tourist," she heard someone snicker as she went by, but she laughed as if it was a funny joke.
Anaheim was beautiful, with hot temperatures and sandy beaches.* Speaking of which, our little gang had found themselves walking along a boardwalk of a rather picturesque seeming beach for the last twenty minutes. "I want to go for a swim," Ginny pouted, putting on her "I'm-the-youngest-so-I-get- what-I-want" face.
"Okay," Ron replied automatically, having been a victim to his sister's manipulations for the past sixteen years. The rest groaned, and there were coughs that not-so-vaguely sounded like "whipped," but eventually they all were hot and tired and decided a short visit to the beach wouldn't be so bad.
"Arenas ahora!**" Hermione exclaimed, and a harsh, sandy breeze whirlwinded the six of them. As the wind died down as suddenly as it had begun, they stood coughing until they each noticed they were attired in bathing suits.
"HERMIONE!!!" Ron raged, turned a purplish shade of red. Everyone's attention turned towards him and they immediately became a ruckus of laughter.
"Oh God. Sorry, Ron!" Hermione gurgled out between fits of explosive laughter.
"That's all fine and dandy," Ron said, clenching his teeth. "Just get me outta this... this thing."
"It's a Speedo, not a bad word," Harry corrected, face red whilst he continued laughing uncontrollably. This comment only caused more roars of merciless laughter from everyone and Ron blushed murderously. Ronald M. Weasly was wearing a tiny aquamarine Speedo and raising his wand towards Hermione threateningly.
"Otra oceana particulus!" Hermione screeched, as her vision blurred with tears of merriment. Ron's Speedo quickly transformed into a knee-legnth suit like Draco and Harry's; Ron's was a color of orange that coordinated with his hair, Harry's were a crisp scarlet, and Draco's swimsuit was a blazing emerald. (*couch*coincidence*cough)
The girls' suits were accordingly, too. Hermione sported a scarlet modest one-piece, Ginny's tankini had a dramatic flair to its pattern, and Cho's navy bikini was dotted with flashy silver studs.
All decked out, the six lazily headed down the concrete stairs and Ron took the first tentative step onto the sand. "Yeooooooow!" he wailed, hopping from foot to foot. "Hot! Hot! Ow ow!"
"Now imagine him doing that in that little teal Speedo," Ginny mused aloud, giggling. "Wait, scratch that. I just imagined it, and the rest of you don't want to." Ginny sighed; no one was listening. Somehow over the years Ginny had become the one in the background making the sarcastic side comments that people tuned into occasionally. Right now was not one of those occasions.
Instead, most attention was directed towards Ron, who had bolted towards the ocean and was relieving his scorched feet in the tide. Cho had followed suit, jumped on Ron's back, causing them to topple into the water. They were swimming out further as Harry, with a playful shrug, bounded down and disappeared over the sand dunes to join his friends. Ginny heaved an annoyed sigh and followed with a, "Hey! Remember me, the posessed diary- writing redhead?"
Draco went to pull his white tee off but stopped as he saw that Hermione was laying down a towel. "You're not going in the water, Hermione?" Draco asked, letting go of his tee. It fell back down over his chest as Hermione plopped down and discretely summoned a magazine. "Is that that Teenage Persons magazine that you bought at Wall Dreams?"
"You mean Teen People at Walgreens," Hermione corrected dryly, flipping to the horoscopes. She realized that Draco was going to stay, since he laid down beside her, and she figured she might as well try to work this friendship thing. "You're birthday was the 12th, right?"
"Uh huh, June 12th," Draco nodded absently, studying her face. It was like a movie moment to him; her creamy complexion was reflected by the sun, making it so surreal. She looked even more beautiful than Draco had thought.
"So you would be… a Gemini." Hermione chcked her magazine to make sure. "Want to hear your horoscope?"
"Why not?" Draco smirked. He knew that the only true astrology powers were delegated to the centaurs thousands of years ago while Semblance reigned over the wizarding world, but he wanted to keep Hermione entertained.
"The usually quick to speak Gemini has been quiet lately, pondering over the confusion of recent events. This month, Gemini, your thought process will be working much harder and you'll find yourself thinking thought- provoking things. Share these with those closest, and you'll be surprised at how captivated they will be. But, Gemini twins are prone to mind games when in a relationship, so please don't take those precious ones for granted." Hermione looked up at Draco and winked. "So, what profound things have been on your mind, O Intellectual One?" she teased.
"I've been reconsidering a lot of things that I once held firm to be true," Draco replied simply, and Hermione paled at how serious he was. ^I guess Hermione wasn't expecting a real answer. I wonder if centaurs are working for Teenage Persons—er, Teen People.^ "What?" Draco snapped, feeling defensive suddenly.
"I'm a Saggitarius," Hermione replied, still unsure of Draco's reply. "Supposedly, long story short, this month I should quit the oblivious act and act true to myself. Dumb, huh? These are so vague that they could refer to anyone."
"And yet they seem so right," Draco said thoughtfully, staring off into the distance. "Hermione, what's our friendship compatibility?"
"Uh…" Hermione began flipping the pages. "It doesn't say."
"Why don't you tell me?" Hermione looked up sharply; Draco was looking at her the same way he had in Walgreens, and she scotted back away from him.
"Um, I don't have the compatibilities memorized," Hermione shrugged, trying to look calm. He made her so nervous whenever he stared at her so intently, she could bearly tear her eyes away.
"Forget Gemini and Saggitarius, what's up with us?"
"I thought we figured this out on the plane. We're beginning over as friends."
"I don't want to be friends," Draco said seeringly, and Hermione's heart wrenched; it was like he was gazing into the depths of her soul rather than her bewildered eyes.
"But why don't… oh," Hermione said softly, realizing what he meant. "You mean… you…?"
"I like you Hermione, and I thought maybe you liked me," Draco admitted earnestly, taking the magazine from her hands and placing it down gently on the blanket.
"Draco, I… I…"
"Ouch!" Cho picked a bad moment to land with a deafening thud on the blanket beside Hermione, clutching her left foot, which trickled with blood. "I stepped on a really sharp shell!"
"Sorry, Cho!" Ron landed, flushed, beside Draco, and neither him nor Cho noticed the tension between Hermione and Draco's eyes. "I accidentally dropped her off of me onto the sand bank," Ron explained, not realizing that no one but Cho was listening nor cared much. "Where's Ginny?"
"Dunno," yawned Harry, approaching from the sea dripping wet. He wiped his bangs away from his face with one furious swipe and scanned the surrounding beach quickly.
"Right here, in the middle of Ginny Land, population one," Ginny replied sardonically. Sand was plastered to her legs and face with sea water. She sprawled herself on the blanket, just as obliviously as the others. No one noticed Draco and Hermione as they stared at each other, trying to read the other's eyes.
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"It's the fourteenth," Harry announced. "And I have a surprise for you all."
"Better than those peanut butter and beet sandwiches you made for us for lunch?" Ginny wrinkled her nose, and the rest audibly shuddered.
"Much better," Harry retorted smugly. "Accio supplies!" A bunch of misshapen objects appeared before their eyes. "For the perfect Muggle road trip… we need a Muggle campout!"
Ron noticed the folded tent. "Like at the Quidditch championship?"
"Er, sorta…" Harry didn't want to have to break it to Ron that the tent was not magicked and was supposed to hold four people, tops. "C'mon, help me pitch this thing."
Draco stared at Harry, disbelieving. "You honestly think that any of us know how to pitch a tent?" Draco said snidely, rolling his eyes. His disdain for Harry would always remain, even if he covered it with "warm, fuzz thoughts."
"Speak for yourself," Hermione spoke up, and Ron half-nodded.
Cho shrugged, "It can't be that hard."
TWENTY-FIVE MINUTES LATER
"Uh, Harry?"
"Yeah, Gin?"
"Is it… er, supposed to look like, uh, that?"
Harry stood back to survey the tent and frowned. It was even smaller than the box had pictured it, and the support beams were slanted to the left, causing the whole tent to look quite unsteady. "Of course," Harry replied chirpily, faking reassurance. "Tents always look like that."
"Well, me first!" Ron called, and jumped into the tent. If you were to be standing on the other side, away from the door, you would see the outline of a figure hitting the lightweight side of the tent. " 'Arry!" Ron's cry was muffled through the tent. "There's no door here! I just hit another one of those flimsy walls. You forgot the door!"
"Ron," Harry snickered, "there's no door. Did I mention that with Muggle tents, you get what you see."
"But the bathroom! The kitchen!" Cho protested, taking a cautious glance through the tent flap opening.
"Bathroom? It's called the woods," Harry replied with a crude smile.
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A/N: Wooo, it's a bit late but review anyway!!! After all, it's Friday night! Thanks everyone and sorry for this seemingly non sequitur chapter.
I'm not gonna put thanks in each one, it gets old, so everyone:
THANKS! Now here are my comments:
Lanni—Hello, my fellow hyper person! Chunky monkey is a GREAT ice cream flavor!
Lanni—Again, and thanks lots! I really love that story, it's great!
Lene Loh—LOL, thanks, sorry Charlene. Just came up with a random name.
Psychee—Questions, questions. Uh, well, I changed the name cuz Escritora is awesome! It's spanish for writer.
Mrun—Sorry about the change! Glad u like tho!
Miel Abong—That was sooo flattering, but uh, I have many more chapters, let alone 2 out, so I think you may have missed the arrow.
Mirei nochi—I will check out tomorrow. Well, sorry it was forever…
Flame and Ice—That's' weird that it cuts your reviews. Yeah, well they always were nonsensical.
Ginny—Why thanku, Ginny. Hehe…
Melly08—Aw, well, I started #1 but as soon as I finish Road trip I'll start #2 also.
Calypso in Love—Sry, I started with 1 but 2 will come also!!!
Keeper0124—Yes, don't be surprised, we already knew that he read her diary, we were just waiting for her to realize it, kinda like dramatic irony. I wrote this chapter with you in mind, whenever I wrote for Ginny's character. I'm glad u like her like this, I didn't even realize.
Sucker for Romance—Why thanku!
Lydia—Hehe, she put me in the first seat and I stare at her all period! That's the sucky part, the front of my desk connects to my teacher's and it's all odd! But, spanish is still really cool. Yes, I'm starting w/ idea 1.
Kristina—Sorry, but that was really flattering. If I were Queen, I'd knight you or something. LOL, well, in language I'm Queen Elizabeth 1!!! (don't ask…)
MiyaQui—Hey thanks, well, I'm starting #1 now! Yes, it's becoming quite intricate, don't you think?
j.j. alan—LOL, yes, it was a breath of fresh air. Thanks and :o)
hermioneG89—Sorry u were confused, what was confusing, I'll fix it.
Flame and Ice—What are you talking about love twist? Please do explain.
Da Sajin Pan—LOL, what a co-ink-a-dink… Glad u liked…
Sassinak—ah yes, my canadian amiga! Yes Herm's a girl, OF COURSE she's a whiner!
Poetic Phoenix—Yes, I was told, but thanks 4 telling me! I appreciate greatly, it's a good story by Tuesday's child, isn't it?
Gr8Sk8er—Yes'm, here it is.
Magic Bunny—Hey! I did read but I had reviewed already that chapter.
Another chapter has now passed, and thanks for everything… two a.m. is approaching so I'm gonna go.
And I'm out…
And, ugh, jj alan, I am still trying to work the tourist trap into the story. It WILL be there, for the lfie of me.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, but if that tall, dark, and handsome guy doesn't get over here this instant he's gonna be owning one something less *winkwink*
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"It's so sunny!" Ginny Weasly gushed, almost knocking off her floppy straw hat as she flailed her arms up dramatically. "Tourist," she heard someone snicker as she went by, but she laughed as if it was a funny joke.
Anaheim was beautiful, with hot temperatures and sandy beaches.* Speaking of which, our little gang had found themselves walking along a boardwalk of a rather picturesque seeming beach for the last twenty minutes. "I want to go for a swim," Ginny pouted, putting on her "I'm-the-youngest-so-I-get- what-I-want" face.
"Okay," Ron replied automatically, having been a victim to his sister's manipulations for the past sixteen years. The rest groaned, and there were coughs that not-so-vaguely sounded like "whipped," but eventually they all were hot and tired and decided a short visit to the beach wouldn't be so bad.
"Arenas ahora!**" Hermione exclaimed, and a harsh, sandy breeze whirlwinded the six of them. As the wind died down as suddenly as it had begun, they stood coughing until they each noticed they were attired in bathing suits.
"HERMIONE!!!" Ron raged, turned a purplish shade of red. Everyone's attention turned towards him and they immediately became a ruckus of laughter.
"Oh God. Sorry, Ron!" Hermione gurgled out between fits of explosive laughter.
"That's all fine and dandy," Ron said, clenching his teeth. "Just get me outta this... this thing."
"It's a Speedo, not a bad word," Harry corrected, face red whilst he continued laughing uncontrollably. This comment only caused more roars of merciless laughter from everyone and Ron blushed murderously. Ronald M. Weasly was wearing a tiny aquamarine Speedo and raising his wand towards Hermione threateningly.
"Otra oceana particulus!" Hermione screeched, as her vision blurred with tears of merriment. Ron's Speedo quickly transformed into a knee-legnth suit like Draco and Harry's; Ron's was a color of orange that coordinated with his hair, Harry's were a crisp scarlet, and Draco's swimsuit was a blazing emerald. (*couch*coincidence*cough)
The girls' suits were accordingly, too. Hermione sported a scarlet modest one-piece, Ginny's tankini had a dramatic flair to its pattern, and Cho's navy bikini was dotted with flashy silver studs.
All decked out, the six lazily headed down the concrete stairs and Ron took the first tentative step onto the sand. "Yeooooooow!" he wailed, hopping from foot to foot. "Hot! Hot! Ow ow!"
"Now imagine him doing that in that little teal Speedo," Ginny mused aloud, giggling. "Wait, scratch that. I just imagined it, and the rest of you don't want to." Ginny sighed; no one was listening. Somehow over the years Ginny had become the one in the background making the sarcastic side comments that people tuned into occasionally. Right now was not one of those occasions.
Instead, most attention was directed towards Ron, who had bolted towards the ocean and was relieving his scorched feet in the tide. Cho had followed suit, jumped on Ron's back, causing them to topple into the water. They were swimming out further as Harry, with a playful shrug, bounded down and disappeared over the sand dunes to join his friends. Ginny heaved an annoyed sigh and followed with a, "Hey! Remember me, the posessed diary- writing redhead?"
Draco went to pull his white tee off but stopped as he saw that Hermione was laying down a towel. "You're not going in the water, Hermione?" Draco asked, letting go of his tee. It fell back down over his chest as Hermione plopped down and discretely summoned a magazine. "Is that that Teenage Persons magazine that you bought at Wall Dreams?"
"You mean Teen People at Walgreens," Hermione corrected dryly, flipping to the horoscopes. She realized that Draco was going to stay, since he laid down beside her, and she figured she might as well try to work this friendship thing. "You're birthday was the 12th, right?"
"Uh huh, June 12th," Draco nodded absently, studying her face. It was like a movie moment to him; her creamy complexion was reflected by the sun, making it so surreal. She looked even more beautiful than Draco had thought.
"So you would be… a Gemini." Hermione chcked her magazine to make sure. "Want to hear your horoscope?"
"Why not?" Draco smirked. He knew that the only true astrology powers were delegated to the centaurs thousands of years ago while Semblance reigned over the wizarding world, but he wanted to keep Hermione entertained.
"The usually quick to speak Gemini has been quiet lately, pondering over the confusion of recent events. This month, Gemini, your thought process will be working much harder and you'll find yourself thinking thought- provoking things. Share these with those closest, and you'll be surprised at how captivated they will be. But, Gemini twins are prone to mind games when in a relationship, so please don't take those precious ones for granted." Hermione looked up at Draco and winked. "So, what profound things have been on your mind, O Intellectual One?" she teased.
"I've been reconsidering a lot of things that I once held firm to be true," Draco replied simply, and Hermione paled at how serious he was. ^I guess Hermione wasn't expecting a real answer. I wonder if centaurs are working for Teenage Persons—er, Teen People.^ "What?" Draco snapped, feeling defensive suddenly.
"I'm a Saggitarius," Hermione replied, still unsure of Draco's reply. "Supposedly, long story short, this month I should quit the oblivious act and act true to myself. Dumb, huh? These are so vague that they could refer to anyone."
"And yet they seem so right," Draco said thoughtfully, staring off into the distance. "Hermione, what's our friendship compatibility?"
"Uh…" Hermione began flipping the pages. "It doesn't say."
"Why don't you tell me?" Hermione looked up sharply; Draco was looking at her the same way he had in Walgreens, and she scotted back away from him.
"Um, I don't have the compatibilities memorized," Hermione shrugged, trying to look calm. He made her so nervous whenever he stared at her so intently, she could bearly tear her eyes away.
"Forget Gemini and Saggitarius, what's up with us?"
"I thought we figured this out on the plane. We're beginning over as friends."
"I don't want to be friends," Draco said seeringly, and Hermione's heart wrenched; it was like he was gazing into the depths of her soul rather than her bewildered eyes.
"But why don't… oh," Hermione said softly, realizing what he meant. "You mean… you…?"
"I like you Hermione, and I thought maybe you liked me," Draco admitted earnestly, taking the magazine from her hands and placing it down gently on the blanket.
"Draco, I… I…"
"Ouch!" Cho picked a bad moment to land with a deafening thud on the blanket beside Hermione, clutching her left foot, which trickled with blood. "I stepped on a really sharp shell!"
"Sorry, Cho!" Ron landed, flushed, beside Draco, and neither him nor Cho noticed the tension between Hermione and Draco's eyes. "I accidentally dropped her off of me onto the sand bank," Ron explained, not realizing that no one but Cho was listening nor cared much. "Where's Ginny?"
"Dunno," yawned Harry, approaching from the sea dripping wet. He wiped his bangs away from his face with one furious swipe and scanned the surrounding beach quickly.
"Right here, in the middle of Ginny Land, population one," Ginny replied sardonically. Sand was plastered to her legs and face with sea water. She sprawled herself on the blanket, just as obliviously as the others. No one noticed Draco and Hermione as they stared at each other, trying to read the other's eyes.
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"It's the fourteenth," Harry announced. "And I have a surprise for you all."
"Better than those peanut butter and beet sandwiches you made for us for lunch?" Ginny wrinkled her nose, and the rest audibly shuddered.
"Much better," Harry retorted smugly. "Accio supplies!" A bunch of misshapen objects appeared before their eyes. "For the perfect Muggle road trip… we need a Muggle campout!"
Ron noticed the folded tent. "Like at the Quidditch championship?"
"Er, sorta…" Harry didn't want to have to break it to Ron that the tent was not magicked and was supposed to hold four people, tops. "C'mon, help me pitch this thing."
Draco stared at Harry, disbelieving. "You honestly think that any of us know how to pitch a tent?" Draco said snidely, rolling his eyes. His disdain for Harry would always remain, even if he covered it with "warm, fuzz thoughts."
"Speak for yourself," Hermione spoke up, and Ron half-nodded.
Cho shrugged, "It can't be that hard."
TWENTY-FIVE MINUTES LATER
"Uh, Harry?"
"Yeah, Gin?"
"Is it… er, supposed to look like, uh, that?"
Harry stood back to survey the tent and frowned. It was even smaller than the box had pictured it, and the support beams were slanted to the left, causing the whole tent to look quite unsteady. "Of course," Harry replied chirpily, faking reassurance. "Tents always look like that."
"Well, me first!" Ron called, and jumped into the tent. If you were to be standing on the other side, away from the door, you would see the outline of a figure hitting the lightweight side of the tent. " 'Arry!" Ron's cry was muffled through the tent. "There's no door here! I just hit another one of those flimsy walls. You forgot the door!"
"Ron," Harry snickered, "there's no door. Did I mention that with Muggle tents, you get what you see."
"But the bathroom! The kitchen!" Cho protested, taking a cautious glance through the tent flap opening.
"Bathroom? It's called the woods," Harry replied with a crude smile.
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A/N: Wooo, it's a bit late but review anyway!!! After all, it's Friday night! Thanks everyone and sorry for this seemingly non sequitur chapter.
I'm not gonna put thanks in each one, it gets old, so everyone:
THANKS! Now here are my comments:
Lanni—Hello, my fellow hyper person! Chunky monkey is a GREAT ice cream flavor!
Lanni—Again, and thanks lots! I really love that story, it's great!
Lene Loh—LOL, thanks, sorry Charlene. Just came up with a random name.
Psychee—Questions, questions. Uh, well, I changed the name cuz Escritora is awesome! It's spanish for writer.
Mrun—Sorry about the change! Glad u like tho!
Miel Abong—That was sooo flattering, but uh, I have many more chapters, let alone 2 out, so I think you may have missed the arrow.
Mirei nochi—I will check out tomorrow. Well, sorry it was forever…
Flame and Ice—That's' weird that it cuts your reviews. Yeah, well they always were nonsensical.
Ginny—Why thanku, Ginny. Hehe…
Melly08—Aw, well, I started #1 but as soon as I finish Road trip I'll start #2 also.
Calypso in Love—Sry, I started with 1 but 2 will come also!!!
Keeper0124—Yes, don't be surprised, we already knew that he read her diary, we were just waiting for her to realize it, kinda like dramatic irony. I wrote this chapter with you in mind, whenever I wrote for Ginny's character. I'm glad u like her like this, I didn't even realize.
Sucker for Romance—Why thanku!
Lydia—Hehe, she put me in the first seat and I stare at her all period! That's the sucky part, the front of my desk connects to my teacher's and it's all odd! But, spanish is still really cool. Yes, I'm starting w/ idea 1.
Kristina—Sorry, but that was really flattering. If I were Queen, I'd knight you or something. LOL, well, in language I'm Queen Elizabeth 1!!! (don't ask…)
MiyaQui—Hey thanks, well, I'm starting #1 now! Yes, it's becoming quite intricate, don't you think?
j.j. alan—LOL, yes, it was a breath of fresh air. Thanks and :o)
hermioneG89—Sorry u were confused, what was confusing, I'll fix it.
Flame and Ice—What are you talking about love twist? Please do explain.
Da Sajin Pan—LOL, what a co-ink-a-dink… Glad u liked…
Sassinak—ah yes, my canadian amiga! Yes Herm's a girl, OF COURSE she's a whiner!
Poetic Phoenix—Yes, I was told, but thanks 4 telling me! I appreciate greatly, it's a good story by Tuesday's child, isn't it?
Gr8Sk8er—Yes'm, here it is.
Magic Bunny—Hey! I did read but I had reviewed already that chapter.
Another chapter has now passed, and thanks for everything… two a.m. is approaching so I'm gonna go.
And I'm out…