Disclaimer: JK is too brilliant to be me, so therefore the characters in
use are not mine. though I wouldn't mind having Ron.
I also don't own John Benny's Pub, or Ireland, or Guinness. I pretty much
only own the plot.
A/N: I hope you all like the places in Ireland. They're real, I've been there. If you ever get a chance to go to Ireland. Go to these places. And the food there is to die for. But more on Ireland later. Please read and enjoy.
Much Thanks to Helen my "beta" reader! Without her, my fic would sound so American.
Chapter 3
Ron and Hermione were standing outside of the airport looking at all the cars coming and going.
"What do we do now?" Ron said looking amazed at all the Muggle cars.
"We get a taxi, and go to Dingle Town." Hermione said looking at a list of instructions she wrote down
"What?" Ron said starting to laugh.
"Yes that's what it's called." Ron laughed even harder. He almost doubled over with laughter, but Hermione jabbed him in the ribs before he got out of hand. Ron's laughter died almost immediately. "But first we have to get a taxi." Hermione said walking to the side of the road trying to stop one as it passed.
"Where to miss?" The driver asked getting out of the car to load the bags into the trunk.
"Dingle town." Ron let out another giggle before he saw Hermione look at him again. "And could you take Connor pass? I heard it was interesting."
"Yes miss." The driver said opening the door for them to get in. Hermione got in then Ron followed.
"So you've done your research." Ron said not surprised.
"Of course. I got this really interesting book about Ireland, and they said Connor Pass is very beautiful."
"As long as we get to scare the sheep." Ron mumbled.
"Ron!" Hermione said giving Ron a little hit on the arm.
"What? Fred and George said it's hilarious to see the sheep jump 20 meters in the air." Ron said trying to defend himself. Hermione just smiled at him. This was going to be an interesting trip.
"Finally." Hermione sighed as they arrived in front of John Benny's Pub. "I never thought that ride would end."
"It was fun." Ron said grinning looking around the town at all the little shops. They could see the harbor from the front of the pub. It was a wonderful little town.
"That poor sheep." Hermione said shaking her head. Ron just chuckled at how high the sheep jumped. "Well let's go before we attract any attention." Ron just looked around confused.
"So where are we staying again?" Hermione looked around for any Muggles that were close enough to hear before she told Ron again where they were going.
"You know how we get onto platform 9 ¾ right? Well it's just like that. Behind the pub there is a wall you just lean against to get to the magic part of the town." Hermione said in a whisper. "So let's go." The two teens picked up their suitcases and dragged them to a wall near the pub. They leaned against it and fell through to the world beyond. The street looked just as the street outside, but instead of Guinness being advertised on the sign of the pub, Butterbeer and Firewhiskey were. There were owls flying overhead, and some other stores that could only be defined as magic shops. It was a bit different then the shops just beyond the wall that were selling Irish sheep wool coats and scarves and tourists shops that sold gifts. Hermione and Ron walked for a bit down the street until they reached the beach. It was beautiful. Everything you could ever wish for. They quickly found the main office for the cottages. They checked in and found their own cottage.
"Wow." Ron said lugging his suitcase into the cozy place. You had to walk up the steps to the cottage, but the dragging of the heavy luggage was worth it. Ron helped Hermione with hers as soon as he got his in.
"Thanks." Hermione said when Ron finished carrying it up for her. When she walked in, she quickly took in her surroundings. To the left was the small kitchen that contained a stove, a sink, and a refrigerator. Pots, Pans, and Plates were in the cupboard. Attached to the kitchen was a little breakfast bar and beyond that was a table and chairs in the dinning room that looked out over the beach. There were windows all around the room. The view was breath taking. To the right was the living room. There was a sofa in front of the fireplace and a chair to the right of it. Just to the left of the sofa on the wall was a bookcase. Hermione just looked though a few of the books. Some of them had titles and no doubt useful information in them; Prevention of burning: Eight simple potions, Much worse than a Grindylow: Dangerous Sea-Creatures, and Simple Charms for a Magical Night. Hermione wasn't sure they'd be using that last one but the others sounded quite useful. Also to the left was a hall that Hermione only guessed lead to their room and the bathroom, but as she walked down the hall she only saw two doors.
"Maybe they share a bathroom." Hermione said, more to herself than Ron. They each opened a door to reveal one bedroom, and one bathroom. Hermione was frustrated. "I thought there were going to be two bedrooms."
"It's OK, Hermione. I'll sleep out here on the sofa." Ron said looking at the bed. It looked big enough for two people to share, but Ron knew he wouldn't be that lucky, so he decided to be gentlemen and sleep in the living room. He would have slept on the carpeted floor if it came to it.
"No, Ron. We'll take it in turns. Take alternating nights or weeks, something like that." Hermione said. She didn't want to hog the bed. It would be impolite. After all, he was her guest.
"No. You take the bed. I'm just going to put my suitcase in here so it's out of the way." Ron said lugging it into the room and setting it in a corner. Hermione sighed and entered the room. After Ron set down the suitcase Hermione went over to him and hugged him.
"Thanks so much Ron." Ron blushed when they parted.
"It's ok." Ron said his ears still pink.
"No you did a great thing." Hermione said being honest.
"No big deal." Ron said leaving the room to get Hermione's luggage. He pulled it in and put it at the foot of her bed. "Why don't we get some lunch? I'm starved."
"Okay. Harry won't be here for a while anyway. He's coming later tonight to make sure that we got here alright." Hermione said with Ron following her out the door to the street.
"So where do you want to eat?" Ron asked.
"How about we eat at the Muggle restaurant that we saw before the wall; John Benny's? I saw that they had Shepard's Pie." Hermione said teasingly. She knew Ron loved Shepard's Pie.
"OK. But I don't have any Muggle money." Ron said sheepishly.
"It's fine. I have some left over from the airport." Hermione said taking some notes out of her pocket.
"Shepard's Pie sounds great." Ron said. Not soon after that his stomach grumbled after they started walking. Hermione giggled. Ron's ears turned pink. "Sorry." He said causing Hermione to laugh a little harder. Ron looked at her with a mock-hurt look, which made her stop walking so she could laugh. Ron soon joined her and before they knew it they were back on the outside of the wall on the Muggle side.
End A/N: Sorry the chapters are so short, but them being short, there will be more! Liked it? Hated it? Should I bother continuing? Constructive Criticism welcomed.
I decided to put these down here. Thank you so much to everyone who reviewed. It makes me extremely happy when I open my inbox and there's reviews in there. So thank you Adipodes Poe, Dragon Girl Revlis, penguins r cute, HA, MaNdAsFoRrOn, hP fAn Fo LyFe, any, hermione_hurl787, belllatrixmustdie, TheSkyIsOrange666, PuNkPoTtErPrInCeSs, smol (not sure about deatheaters yet), and DemonAngi. Big thanks to Maegan and Brittany who convinced me to post this. And to Coral who first read and thought it was good. Julie, I want to thank you for pointing out that Brits don't need passports to go to Ireland, but would that be to southern Ireland, which as far as I know, is its own country, or northern Ireland which is part of the UK? Thanks for catching the missing "a" too, sometimes when typing the "a" can get lost. My beta is more focused on the Americanisms since that's what I asked her to look for, and remember, this is amateur writing, I'm not professional, yet, but thanks for your review.
A/N: I hope you all like the places in Ireland. They're real, I've been there. If you ever get a chance to go to Ireland. Go to these places. And the food there is to die for. But more on Ireland later. Please read and enjoy.
Much Thanks to Helen my "beta" reader! Without her, my fic would sound so American.
Chapter 3
Ron and Hermione were standing outside of the airport looking at all the cars coming and going.
"What do we do now?" Ron said looking amazed at all the Muggle cars.
"We get a taxi, and go to Dingle Town." Hermione said looking at a list of instructions she wrote down
"What?" Ron said starting to laugh.
"Yes that's what it's called." Ron laughed even harder. He almost doubled over with laughter, but Hermione jabbed him in the ribs before he got out of hand. Ron's laughter died almost immediately. "But first we have to get a taxi." Hermione said walking to the side of the road trying to stop one as it passed.
"Where to miss?" The driver asked getting out of the car to load the bags into the trunk.
"Dingle town." Ron let out another giggle before he saw Hermione look at him again. "And could you take Connor pass? I heard it was interesting."
"Yes miss." The driver said opening the door for them to get in. Hermione got in then Ron followed.
"So you've done your research." Ron said not surprised.
"Of course. I got this really interesting book about Ireland, and they said Connor Pass is very beautiful."
"As long as we get to scare the sheep." Ron mumbled.
"Ron!" Hermione said giving Ron a little hit on the arm.
"What? Fred and George said it's hilarious to see the sheep jump 20 meters in the air." Ron said trying to defend himself. Hermione just smiled at him. This was going to be an interesting trip.
"Finally." Hermione sighed as they arrived in front of John Benny's Pub. "I never thought that ride would end."
"It was fun." Ron said grinning looking around the town at all the little shops. They could see the harbor from the front of the pub. It was a wonderful little town.
"That poor sheep." Hermione said shaking her head. Ron just chuckled at how high the sheep jumped. "Well let's go before we attract any attention." Ron just looked around confused.
"So where are we staying again?" Hermione looked around for any Muggles that were close enough to hear before she told Ron again where they were going.
"You know how we get onto platform 9 ¾ right? Well it's just like that. Behind the pub there is a wall you just lean against to get to the magic part of the town." Hermione said in a whisper. "So let's go." The two teens picked up their suitcases and dragged them to a wall near the pub. They leaned against it and fell through to the world beyond. The street looked just as the street outside, but instead of Guinness being advertised on the sign of the pub, Butterbeer and Firewhiskey were. There were owls flying overhead, and some other stores that could only be defined as magic shops. It was a bit different then the shops just beyond the wall that were selling Irish sheep wool coats and scarves and tourists shops that sold gifts. Hermione and Ron walked for a bit down the street until they reached the beach. It was beautiful. Everything you could ever wish for. They quickly found the main office for the cottages. They checked in and found their own cottage.
"Wow." Ron said lugging his suitcase into the cozy place. You had to walk up the steps to the cottage, but the dragging of the heavy luggage was worth it. Ron helped Hermione with hers as soon as he got his in.
"Thanks." Hermione said when Ron finished carrying it up for her. When she walked in, she quickly took in her surroundings. To the left was the small kitchen that contained a stove, a sink, and a refrigerator. Pots, Pans, and Plates were in the cupboard. Attached to the kitchen was a little breakfast bar and beyond that was a table and chairs in the dinning room that looked out over the beach. There were windows all around the room. The view was breath taking. To the right was the living room. There was a sofa in front of the fireplace and a chair to the right of it. Just to the left of the sofa on the wall was a bookcase. Hermione just looked though a few of the books. Some of them had titles and no doubt useful information in them; Prevention of burning: Eight simple potions, Much worse than a Grindylow: Dangerous Sea-Creatures, and Simple Charms for a Magical Night. Hermione wasn't sure they'd be using that last one but the others sounded quite useful. Also to the left was a hall that Hermione only guessed lead to their room and the bathroom, but as she walked down the hall she only saw two doors.
"Maybe they share a bathroom." Hermione said, more to herself than Ron. They each opened a door to reveal one bedroom, and one bathroom. Hermione was frustrated. "I thought there were going to be two bedrooms."
"It's OK, Hermione. I'll sleep out here on the sofa." Ron said looking at the bed. It looked big enough for two people to share, but Ron knew he wouldn't be that lucky, so he decided to be gentlemen and sleep in the living room. He would have slept on the carpeted floor if it came to it.
"No, Ron. We'll take it in turns. Take alternating nights or weeks, something like that." Hermione said. She didn't want to hog the bed. It would be impolite. After all, he was her guest.
"No. You take the bed. I'm just going to put my suitcase in here so it's out of the way." Ron said lugging it into the room and setting it in a corner. Hermione sighed and entered the room. After Ron set down the suitcase Hermione went over to him and hugged him.
"Thanks so much Ron." Ron blushed when they parted.
"It's ok." Ron said his ears still pink.
"No you did a great thing." Hermione said being honest.
"No big deal." Ron said leaving the room to get Hermione's luggage. He pulled it in and put it at the foot of her bed. "Why don't we get some lunch? I'm starved."
"Okay. Harry won't be here for a while anyway. He's coming later tonight to make sure that we got here alright." Hermione said with Ron following her out the door to the street.
"So where do you want to eat?" Ron asked.
"How about we eat at the Muggle restaurant that we saw before the wall; John Benny's? I saw that they had Shepard's Pie." Hermione said teasingly. She knew Ron loved Shepard's Pie.
"OK. But I don't have any Muggle money." Ron said sheepishly.
"It's fine. I have some left over from the airport." Hermione said taking some notes out of her pocket.
"Shepard's Pie sounds great." Ron said. Not soon after that his stomach grumbled after they started walking. Hermione giggled. Ron's ears turned pink. "Sorry." He said causing Hermione to laugh a little harder. Ron looked at her with a mock-hurt look, which made her stop walking so she could laugh. Ron soon joined her and before they knew it they were back on the outside of the wall on the Muggle side.
End A/N: Sorry the chapters are so short, but them being short, there will be more! Liked it? Hated it? Should I bother continuing? Constructive Criticism welcomed.
I decided to put these down here. Thank you so much to everyone who reviewed. It makes me extremely happy when I open my inbox and there's reviews in there. So thank you Adipodes Poe, Dragon Girl Revlis, penguins r cute, HA, MaNdAsFoRrOn, hP fAn Fo LyFe, any, hermione_hurl787, belllatrixmustdie, TheSkyIsOrange666, PuNkPoTtErPrInCeSs, smol (not sure about deatheaters yet), and DemonAngi. Big thanks to Maegan and Brittany who convinced me to post this. And to Coral who first read and thought it was good. Julie, I want to thank you for pointing out that Brits don't need passports to go to Ireland, but would that be to southern Ireland, which as far as I know, is its own country, or northern Ireland which is part of the UK? Thanks for catching the missing "a" too, sometimes when typing the "a" can get lost. My beta is more focused on the Americanisms since that's what I asked her to look for, and remember, this is amateur writing, I'm not professional, yet, but thanks for your review.
