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Harry, Ron, and Hermione wiped their feet off on the carpet in the hotel entrance hall from the beach. Harry checked his watch.
"Geez, 9:15 already! We should probably go get dinner, then..."
Ron and Hermione agreed, and they set off to look for a restaurant.
"I saw a nice little place up the beach that might be nice..." Hermione pointed to some lights on the beach a little ways off. "It's right on the beach, so we can just walk," she continued, cleary not keen on getting a cab ride again.
They set off on the beach, and Ron asked Hermione, who was clearly the head off Operation Hawaii, something that Harry had been wondering, too, "What are we going to do tomorrow? I mean, what are we supposed to research for the project?"
"Well, you're supposed to research how Muggles live, like electricity and thing like that. You would have found that out if you'd paid attention to the instructions that Proffesor McGonagall gave us!"
Ron rolled his eyes. "All right, all right, I get the point. So, what're we doing tomorrow?"
Hermione pulled out a schedule that she had obviously made up and scanned the section labeled, "Tuesday."
"You made a schedule?" Ron said blankly, looking at the paper.
"Well, yes how else do you expect us to be organized?" she said briskly, looking up from her list.
"Let's see...for tomorrow we've got Iolani Palace in the morning, then we'll have lunch somewhere...then I thought we might want to go to the beach and maybe just walk around a bit." She looked up from the paper and said gloomily, "But if you two don't want to go to the beach, we can always-"
"We'll go to the beach, right Harry?" Ron looked at Harry.
"Oh, er, yeah, sure!" Harry still wasn't too keen on going swimming, but he, like Ron, had sensed the deffinite dissapointment in Hermione's voice, and didn't want her to not get to go swimming in the ocean, after all, how many times would they be able to?
Harry suddenly had a very bad thought. "Er, Hermione, I don't have a swimsuit, though..." He had a sudden vision of himself being tossed around in the waves with a pair of heavy jeans and a sweater on.
Ron looked quite uncomfertable as well, and said, "I, um, I don't have one either..."
Hermione just smiled, however. "No problem! We'll just go shopping to pick some up!"
Harry and Ron, however, did not like the idea of shopping for swimsuits, especially in the Muggle world. Neither had a chance to voice their opinion, however, since they already reached the restaurant.
Dinner was fairly uneventful, and each of them had a good old American meal of hamburgers and french fries (though Hermione insisted on having a Veggie Burger, she said they were healthier). They talked about school, Malfoy being pushed off a glacier, Hawaii, burying Malfoy in snow (which would turn to ice), what the Iolani Palace was (Hermione gave them a nice long lecture, sounding as though she swallowed the AAA Travel Book), and other things, including how to feed Malfoy to a polar bear.
At about 10:20, they paid their bill and walked back to the hotel across the beach, right on the water.
Ron had a sudden idea. He let Hermione and Harry go ahead a bit, and then pulled Harry back and whispered, "On the count of three!" Harry understood immediately, and grinned. Both of them jogged to catch up with Hermione, and Ron looked at Harry and mouthed "One, Two..." Then he yelled out "THREE!" He and Harry both pushed Hermione, catching her off guard, and she toppled over into the water. They both stood at the edge of the water, trying very hard to control their laughter.
"That," Hermione sputtered, "was not funny!" She jumped up, and, immediately leapt at Ron, who was nearest to her, and dragged him into the water, both of them putting up a good fight. Harry was now sitting on the beach laughing so hard that his side hurt. He couldn't help it, Ron and Hermione were sitting there, sopping wet, and, to top it off, Ron had a bit of seaweed on his flaming, but wet, hair.
Ron and Hermione looked at eachother, and grinned. They both ran out of the water and each clutched an arm of Harry's, half dragging and half throwing him into the water. They all sat in the water and stared at eachother for a split second, then burst out laughing and began splashing eachother with water.
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Ten minutes later they were in they're hotel room peeling off their socks and shoes. Then they each hopped in the shower, and finally, after a small argument over who slept with whom, they piled into bed. Ron and Hermione in one, and Harry in the other.
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A/N: Next chapter is probably Ron and Hermione's thought's at night. : )
