A/N Here we are! Chapter three already! Very exciting. I know, I promised
that they were going to go to the arcade in this chapter, but I'm not sure
if that's gonna happen. Ok, here goes again!
Disclaimer: I still don't own Harry Potter. If I did, would I really be sitting here making a fan fiction? I didn't think so.
Chapter 3
"C'mon Gin! We're gonna be late if you don't get on the plane!" Ron complained impatiently as he tried to coax a trembling Ginny onto the plane to America. Frustrated, he sighed as he failed again to get Ginny on the plane. She was standing there, frozen, in the middle of the stairs to the plane.
Hermione, aware of all the attention they were getting, decided that it was time for her to take some action.
"Ginny, sweetheart? Honey, if you never get on the plane, we'll never get to America, and you know what that means, don't you?" Hermione asked in a soft, soothing voice. She saw Ginny slowly nod her head, and she continued, "That's right, Sweets. No boys. Clothes. Dancing. Boys. Clothes. Boys. Shopping. Oh yeah, have I mentioned hot guys in swimming trunks?"
Ginny looked back up at Hermione, then back at the ground. Hermione could tell what was happening beneath Ginny's fiery red her. She was having a heated debate between her fears and her fun. Finally, Ginny looked up, nodded at Hermione, and continued up the stairs, gripping the handrails tightly.
Hermione turned around and faced Ron, smirking triumphantly. His mouth was hanging open and he was gaping at Hermione.
"You're a miracle worker, 'Moine." Ron replied, shaking his head.
~*ON THE PLANE*~
Draco sighed as he watched the scenery disappear below him. Truth be told, he was really scared of America. The Malfoy name didn't mean a thing there. 'Come to think of it,' Draco thought, ' I don't care about the Malfoy name.' He sighed again. He had been disowned after he refused to become a Death Eater and joined the Light side. Ever since then, he had stayed at Hogwarts during the summer. It had become his new home.
He wasn't really sure what made him turn away from his father's wishes. Perhaps it had been what happened to Diggory. No, that wasn't it. Maybe the time he had seen his father murder an innocent Muggle child. Yes, that was it.
In the row ahead of him, Draco heard Lavender and Ron marvel on about the stewardess call light. The duo kept on flipping on the switch. An angry stewardess would come there, stay for about a minute then leave annoyed. They explained that they just wanted to see if the light still worked, but Draco knew better.
Draco chuckled. It was amusing seeing angry stewardesses come and go every five minutes. He peered over to them and noticed that they were seated awfully close together. Those two were totally in love, he knew, but they were too shy to show it to anyone. Draco then turned around and glanced at Harry and Ginny. Harry was reading a book, and Ginny was napping. He noticed that Harry kept stealing glances at Ginny.
Draco turned back around. As for Hermione, she was sleeping peacefully next to him. She was perfectly still except for one strand of her chocolate brown hair was strewn across her face. Draco had a sudden urge to tuck it behind her ear but opted not to.
He found a comfortable position in his chair and put on his headset. The movie was an amusing comedy called The Hot Chick.
After several hours of reading, watching movies, and eating, the plane landed. Hermione had only woken up once throughout the entire trip. She woke up looking confused, then got off the plane.
The six groggy teens walked off the plane and sat in the waiting area. Everyone turned to Hermione expectedly. She eyed them warily, and then rolled her eyes.
"WHAT?" She practically yelled.
"Erm, you're supposed to have the instructions, remember?" Harry reminded her.
"Yeah, when we were about to board the plane we said, 'who has all the instructions?' and you said that you had it, remember?" Ron said, backing Harry up. Everyone nodded in agreement.
"Oh. Right. The instructions, they're here somewhere." Hermione searched her pockets frantically, then her purse, but came up with nothing. She looked worriedly at the others. Their eyes widened in fright.
"Don't worry, all. Draco to the rescue!" Draco declared. He reached into his pocket and dramatically pulled out their instructions. All the girls squealed and hugged him. Draco smirked at the other two boys, who looked extremely jealous. Hermione grabbed the thin pad of paper out of Draco's hands then read silently.
After thoroughly reading the instructions, she announced, "Ok, our first destination is Los Angeles, California. We're staying at a hotel called The Bellmont, and we have two rooms booked under Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy. Um," Hermione read more, "we're supposed to have a taxi bring us there. Harry? Have you ever called a taxi before?" "Nope, the Dursleys never let me out of the house." Harry admitted.
"Ok, I guess that we'll just go outside and see how other people do it. Sound good?" Hermione asked uncertainly. The other five nodded in agreement, and they trooped outside.
Ginny and Lavender stood on the sidewalk, watching other people call taxis. They looked extremely confused, and they raised their hands as the other people had. Lavender squealed excitedly, "Oh my gosh, Ron! I think we're doing it!" She watched other people closely, and noticed that they yelled taxi with their hands raised. "Um, taxi?"
To both the girls' surprise, a yellow taxi came skidding to a stop in front of them. Ginny called the others over and said, "Hi! Are you a taxi?" The man looked at her like she was crazy, then nodded his head. "Great! Guys! This person is a taxi! Get in!"
Everyone got in the car, which was quite small considering they were six teenagers. On the way, the taxi passed by a dancing club called The Sapphire, and an arcade complete with flashing lights.
After paying for their ride, everyone got out and walked into The Bellmont, got their key cards, and examined them curiously. Everyone turned to Hermione again. She sighed and laughed. "You guys! It's our key card!" Seeing their blank looks, she giggled and started walking towards the elevator. They finally got the idea and followed her.
In their rooms, the girls unpacked and changed their clothes. The three young teens walked to the boy's room and knocked on the door.
Ron answered, "What?"
Lavender giggled, then replied, "Do you guys wanna do something? It's only 2:00."
Harry came out of the room and said, "You want to go to the arcade then eat? They have some really cool games and hot girls!" he added excitedly.
At this, Draco came out of the room and said, "Girls? Where? Let's go!" He darted out of the room and ran all the way to the lobby. The remaining five looked at each other and broke into laughter, then followed the eager Draco outside. They walked over to the flashing arcade, exchanged their English money to American money then turned their American money into tokens.
Walking around the arcade, Draco and Ron noticed a particular game that looked quite complicated.
"Dance Dance Revolution." Ron read slowly out loud. "Wanna try, Draco?" Draco looked skeptically at Ron, then nodded his head hesitantly.
A/N: So? I always ask this at the end of a chapter, don't I? I hope you liked it. I know, I promised DDR for this chapter, but I didn't feel like it so yeah.
Tune in next time for- Ron and Draco playing DDR and going to The Sapphire!
Disclaimer: I still don't own Harry Potter. If I did, would I really be sitting here making a fan fiction? I didn't think so.
Chapter 3
"C'mon Gin! We're gonna be late if you don't get on the plane!" Ron complained impatiently as he tried to coax a trembling Ginny onto the plane to America. Frustrated, he sighed as he failed again to get Ginny on the plane. She was standing there, frozen, in the middle of the stairs to the plane.
Hermione, aware of all the attention they were getting, decided that it was time for her to take some action.
"Ginny, sweetheart? Honey, if you never get on the plane, we'll never get to America, and you know what that means, don't you?" Hermione asked in a soft, soothing voice. She saw Ginny slowly nod her head, and she continued, "That's right, Sweets. No boys. Clothes. Dancing. Boys. Clothes. Boys. Shopping. Oh yeah, have I mentioned hot guys in swimming trunks?"
Ginny looked back up at Hermione, then back at the ground. Hermione could tell what was happening beneath Ginny's fiery red her. She was having a heated debate between her fears and her fun. Finally, Ginny looked up, nodded at Hermione, and continued up the stairs, gripping the handrails tightly.
Hermione turned around and faced Ron, smirking triumphantly. His mouth was hanging open and he was gaping at Hermione.
"You're a miracle worker, 'Moine." Ron replied, shaking his head.
~*ON THE PLANE*~
Draco sighed as he watched the scenery disappear below him. Truth be told, he was really scared of America. The Malfoy name didn't mean a thing there. 'Come to think of it,' Draco thought, ' I don't care about the Malfoy name.' He sighed again. He had been disowned after he refused to become a Death Eater and joined the Light side. Ever since then, he had stayed at Hogwarts during the summer. It had become his new home.
He wasn't really sure what made him turn away from his father's wishes. Perhaps it had been what happened to Diggory. No, that wasn't it. Maybe the time he had seen his father murder an innocent Muggle child. Yes, that was it.
In the row ahead of him, Draco heard Lavender and Ron marvel on about the stewardess call light. The duo kept on flipping on the switch. An angry stewardess would come there, stay for about a minute then leave annoyed. They explained that they just wanted to see if the light still worked, but Draco knew better.
Draco chuckled. It was amusing seeing angry stewardesses come and go every five minutes. He peered over to them and noticed that they were seated awfully close together. Those two were totally in love, he knew, but they were too shy to show it to anyone. Draco then turned around and glanced at Harry and Ginny. Harry was reading a book, and Ginny was napping. He noticed that Harry kept stealing glances at Ginny.
Draco turned back around. As for Hermione, she was sleeping peacefully next to him. She was perfectly still except for one strand of her chocolate brown hair was strewn across her face. Draco had a sudden urge to tuck it behind her ear but opted not to.
He found a comfortable position in his chair and put on his headset. The movie was an amusing comedy called The Hot Chick.
After several hours of reading, watching movies, and eating, the plane landed. Hermione had only woken up once throughout the entire trip. She woke up looking confused, then got off the plane.
The six groggy teens walked off the plane and sat in the waiting area. Everyone turned to Hermione expectedly. She eyed them warily, and then rolled her eyes.
"WHAT?" She practically yelled.
"Erm, you're supposed to have the instructions, remember?" Harry reminded her.
"Yeah, when we were about to board the plane we said, 'who has all the instructions?' and you said that you had it, remember?" Ron said, backing Harry up. Everyone nodded in agreement.
"Oh. Right. The instructions, they're here somewhere." Hermione searched her pockets frantically, then her purse, but came up with nothing. She looked worriedly at the others. Their eyes widened in fright.
"Don't worry, all. Draco to the rescue!" Draco declared. He reached into his pocket and dramatically pulled out their instructions. All the girls squealed and hugged him. Draco smirked at the other two boys, who looked extremely jealous. Hermione grabbed the thin pad of paper out of Draco's hands then read silently.
After thoroughly reading the instructions, she announced, "Ok, our first destination is Los Angeles, California. We're staying at a hotel called The Bellmont, and we have two rooms booked under Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy. Um," Hermione read more, "we're supposed to have a taxi bring us there. Harry? Have you ever called a taxi before?" "Nope, the Dursleys never let me out of the house." Harry admitted.
"Ok, I guess that we'll just go outside and see how other people do it. Sound good?" Hermione asked uncertainly. The other five nodded in agreement, and they trooped outside.
Ginny and Lavender stood on the sidewalk, watching other people call taxis. They looked extremely confused, and they raised their hands as the other people had. Lavender squealed excitedly, "Oh my gosh, Ron! I think we're doing it!" She watched other people closely, and noticed that they yelled taxi with their hands raised. "Um, taxi?"
To both the girls' surprise, a yellow taxi came skidding to a stop in front of them. Ginny called the others over and said, "Hi! Are you a taxi?" The man looked at her like she was crazy, then nodded his head. "Great! Guys! This person is a taxi! Get in!"
Everyone got in the car, which was quite small considering they were six teenagers. On the way, the taxi passed by a dancing club called The Sapphire, and an arcade complete with flashing lights.
After paying for their ride, everyone got out and walked into The Bellmont, got their key cards, and examined them curiously. Everyone turned to Hermione again. She sighed and laughed. "You guys! It's our key card!" Seeing their blank looks, she giggled and started walking towards the elevator. They finally got the idea and followed her.
In their rooms, the girls unpacked and changed their clothes. The three young teens walked to the boy's room and knocked on the door.
Ron answered, "What?"
Lavender giggled, then replied, "Do you guys wanna do something? It's only 2:00."
Harry came out of the room and said, "You want to go to the arcade then eat? They have some really cool games and hot girls!" he added excitedly.
At this, Draco came out of the room and said, "Girls? Where? Let's go!" He darted out of the room and ran all the way to the lobby. The remaining five looked at each other and broke into laughter, then followed the eager Draco outside. They walked over to the flashing arcade, exchanged their English money to American money then turned their American money into tokens.
Walking around the arcade, Draco and Ron noticed a particular game that looked quite complicated.
"Dance Dance Revolution." Ron read slowly out loud. "Wanna try, Draco?" Draco looked skeptically at Ron, then nodded his head hesitantly.
A/N: So? I always ask this at the end of a chapter, don't I? I hope you liked it. I know, I promised DDR for this chapter, but I didn't feel like it so yeah.
Tune in next time for- Ron and Draco playing DDR and going to The Sapphire!
