Harry Potter and the Beach Vacation: chapter 2!
Pairings: HP/SS, RW/HG, that's it so far.
Author's note: *giggles* I got reviews! Thank you all who read and took the time to comment on my fic! I appreciate your notes. Ya'll even gave me some good ideas....*smirk*. Anywho...
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'God, that Clark Gable was so suave, he made being sexy look so easy....I must buy all his movies and take notes. Actually, he reminds me of a certain...potions master...' Harry tacked that to his mental bulletin board. Severus woke up when the plane rushed in to land. He shut his eyes, waiting for the wheels to screech onto the asphalt, but looking out the window threw off his depth perception. Finally, after thirty seconds of jaw-clenching anxiety, the aircraft shuddered onto the runway, the roar of speed filling the cabin. Harry whimpered over the ear-drum smashing sound. Snape looked down, and saw that he was squeezing the pulp out of his cute little student's cute little hand. When had he taken his hand? Harry's whimper turned into a laugh at the "bowled over" look on his face. Snape flushed, but eventually smirked down at the giggling Gryffindor. Though he would never admit it to himself, he found the boy rather attractive. The flight attendant announced their arrival.
"It is 2:30 pm Eastern Standard Time, 84 degrees Fahrenheit, and not a cloud in the sky. Please be patient as we unload everyone, starting with First Class."
After ten minutes, Harry's row stood, as they pulled on their bags, trudging in a slow moving line towards the exit.
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"2:30! Wow, it feels like midnight! It's so bloody hot!" Ron muttered to Hermione, jet lag setting in to all of them as they loaded onto the three rented shuttle buses, headed to the local Holiday Inn. Ron fanned his face.
"Well, when we get to the hotel, you can either crash in your room, or let their olympic sized swimming pool wake you up and cool you off. As for me, I choose the pool. What do you say?" She winked, but he was already sound asleep against the van window.
Harry laughed as Hermione huffed. McGonagall's group was being stuffed in the same shuttle as his, so people were climbing on each other's lap. 'All the better for me.' he smirked evilly, choosing one lap clad in dark blue jeans, belonging to one Severus Snape.
"Potter, there are seats in the back." Snape protested, pointing to two spots in the very back.
McGonagall and Pansy Parkinson grabbed those before he could blink. Grin. "Not anymore, Professor. Am I too heavy?"
Sigh. "No. Just don't squirm." Snape blushed from his last remark, not daring to meet those crystal green eyes. 'Severus, you dumbass. When did you ever become so free-tongued?'
Harry could barely contain his maniacal amusement. 'Don't squirm, eh?' The Boy Who Lived waited a while until the van's engine's started, then twitched his hips in a quick semi-circle. Snape cuffed him gently on the back of the head, and held his hips still with his hands. Harry was as red as Ron's hair. 'Naughty boy, you are openly fraternizing with your teacher...people are going to notice if you aren't discreet.
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Ron woke up when they reached the resort hotel, which was very large for a Holiday Inn, at five storys with two wings. They checked in and lugged a backpack and two suitcases each up four flights of stairs before they realized that there was a perfectly operational elevator. So that took that for the last floor.
Lucius and Draco were bleary eyed from the jet lag, but Harry, who was a natural night crawler, Ron and Neville were balls of energy, having had their cat naps on the bus.
Snape pushed open the door to suite 669, dragging his bags behind him and up onto one of the two twin queen beds. The two Malfoys shoved their way to the pull out couch in the attached living room. Harry, Ron, and Neville instantly dropped their things on the floor and yanked open their bags, each pulling out a pair of bright red and yellow swimming trunks, the Gryffindor seal on the left leg pocket. They crammed themselves into the bathroom, Neville taking the shower, and Ron and Harry changing back-to-back.
Draco sneered at the door, and retreated to a corner to disrobe, where only his father could see him. Snape and the elder Malfoy glared at each other from across the rooms, silently daring the other to walk around in the atrocious neon green and grey swim suit for Slytherin House members.
The three Gryffindors burst out of the lavatory, and stampeded out of the room, down the five flights of concrete steps, onto the deck and straight off of the diving board of the 8 foot deep swimming pool.
Splashing back up, Harry exclaimed "Florida kicks arse!" Ron shrieked at the intense change from sticky heat to liquid cool, and Neville was in hot pursuit of a rogue pair of floating Gryffindor trunks.
The other groups were equally eager to jump in the pool, and Hermione was leading the pack, splashing down in between her two friends. Dumbledore, McGonagall, and Hagrid were wearing bright Hawaiian shirts and khaki with flip flops, but the old wizard was going a bit over the edge with a pooka shell necklace, hemp chokers and bracelets, a fruit-laden palm-fraun sombrero, and a live parrot on his shoulder.
"Uh huh." Hermione muttered, eyes wide at the image of her Headmaster.
Snape, Lucius, and his son arrived on deck, and Lucius, being the malevolent bastard that he is, evilly pushed the fruit of his loins into the icy water. It turns out that poor Draco couldn't swim.
Gasping and gurgling, the blonde couldn't keep his head above the 8 foot depths, so Pansy swam forward and pulled her sweetie-pie to the steps of the pool. The drowned ferret sat there and sulked, watching all of the swimmers frolic and splash each other. Harry glanced up at his Potions professor, silently willing him into the water.
"Severus, Lucius, it is a beautiful day, why don't you join the children in the pool? I know you have your Slytherin trunks with you, come on..." Dumbledore coaxed, grinning at the stricken men. There was no way, besides force, or begging from Harry, that Snape was getting into that piss-flavored water with a mosh pit of crazy, hormonally driven seventeen year olds, touching and feeling and drowning him over and over....Harry looked so good wet. 'What?!?' Severus shook his head at his employer, backing away from the old coot's insane gleam in his eyes. Too late.
With a wave of his wand, Dumbledore had the teacher topless, with nothing but green and gray swim trunks on. Hagrid lifted the man up by his left foot, dangling him over the water. The students cheered below, calling for his blood.
Lucius made a dash for it, but Dumbledore's wand was quicker. He, too, was then bared in only a swim suit, heaved up by his right foot, and tossed unceremoniously into the mass of teenagers with Snape. Oh joy. It seems that Lucius couldn't swim, either.
So he climbed up onto his friend's back, having to fend the giggling girls off of his body and out of his hair. Snape, shivering from the cold, also was faced with a new team of swarming fans, a few being boys, groping and tugging and glomping their newly discovered Sex God. 'Shit.'
Harry shoved people off his crush, pushing a pair of Hufflepuff girls' heads under the water in his fury. How dare they touch his Snape?! Finally, all of the attackees were delt with, leaving Harry, Snape, and a clinging Lucius.
"Th-thank you, P-P-Potter." He stammered, the cold water creeping into his lungs. He crept to the stairs and dumped the Legolesque man by his grinning son. Doing a few laps, Harry watching lewdly, Snape pulled himself out onto the side, letting his muscles ripple under glistening pale skin.....Harry concentrated on how cold the water was.
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At seven o'clock, the underwater lights turned on, bathing pale English legs in an eerie greenish blue glow. Harry and his friends were turning into raisins, so they decided to play one last game of "Find the Coins" with Neville, and climbed out of the pool. Snape and the two Malfoys got up and accompanied them to a quick dinner at the tiki bar, which was a whole new experience for all of them..."oooh, palm frauns!" Having mahi mahi, fried chicken, and pina coladas (virgin, of course), they returned to their suite very comfortably sated.
Neville, Ron, Hermione, and Harry draped their towels on the floor and formed a pow-wow circle, chatting and discussing the day, and the rest of the week's schedule. Draco, his father, and his Head of House sat in the living room, talking sparingly. Finally, at nine o'clock, Snape stood, and pulled Hermione to her feet.
"Time to head to your own room, Miss Granger."
"Aw, professor, can't she stay? I'll let her sleep on the floor...." Ron smirked, eyes drooping with sleep.
"Uh, I think not. A wise witch once said, 'you are at the time in your life where all you think about is sex constantly, so invest in porn.' I will not wake up to heated moans and lustful whispers. To bed, now."
Harry stared dreamily....his love was soooo poetic. 'Heated moans and lustful whispers!' Was all he could think about until turning in to bed.
Lucius and Draco, geniuses though they were, could not figure out how to operate the pull out couch, so Harry and Ron grudgingly did it for them. They climbed into the other twin queen bed, and Neville crashed on a complimentary cot. Snape clapped his hands, and the lights went out.
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at 1 o'clock in the morning...
Hermione silently unlocked Snape's suite door, and crept in. Fumbling a bit, she made her way to her boyfriend's bed. Normally she wouldn't do this, but the waiter had actually given her a straight colada, well, four of them. The danger of waking up the whole room and getting caught thrilled her. She climbed up onto the sleeping boys' bed, and straddled what she thought were Ron's hips.
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Harry woke to find someone putting an intense pressure on his waist. He automatically went to grab their shoulders in the dark, but his hands ran into....female things.
"Herm-!" He started, but she had placed a mute charm on him, giggling at his lewdness. 'She thinks I'm Ron....shit.' He tried to push her off, but she took it as a feeling-up, and pulled his shirt up under his armpits, running her lotioned hands all over his well-muscled chest. He squirmed, buckling his hips to throw her off, but she giggled again and ground her hips into his. With all of the friction....problems arose. 'Double shit.'
Hermione practically screamed in delight as she felt a shape similar to a flashlight poke her thigh. 'Too easy.' Harry flailed nervously under his friend, who was currently inching a hand into his boxers. His arm his the lamp off of the bedside table, and crashed loudly to the floor.
The whole room was thrown into chaos when the lights were clapped on. Hermione stared down at her best friend, bare chest heaving, boxers half down, face flushed and eyes frantic.
"Oh my God! I'm sorry, Harry! I thought you were Ron!" she exclaimed, having enough sense to remove her spell. Meanwhile, Ron, who had been sleeping right next to the Boy-Who-Was-Almost-Raped-By-His-Best-Friend, shrieked and fainted. Draco was up and grinning, moving in for a closer view, when Lucius came up behind him, aghast, and shielded his eyes. Snape groaned and massaged his temples. Neville had a black-out mask and earplugs in, so was still oblivious to the mayhem.
Snape got out of bed and pulled Hermione off his black haired teen, dragged her over to the door, and kicked her out. 'How dare she try to seduce him...oh, shut up. You know it was an error, she thought it was Weasley...God he has a nice pack of abs." SHUT UP!"
Everyone, save for Neville, stared at the Professor. "Did I say all of that out loud?" He grimaced.
"You only said 'shut up.' What else is there?" Harry quipped as he pulled his shirt back down and his boxers up.
"Nothing, you silly boy. Everyone, go back to sleep. Tomorrow is Busch Gardens."
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author's note: What do you think? Any ideas for Busch Gardens? Yes, there will be a Snape on a roller coaster! Wohoo! I love ROLLER COASTERS!! *cough* Please Review!