Chapter Six

May Sixth. "Isn't it wierd?"

"What?"

"Ron's married, and I haven't even been in a real relationship."

"At least you've been in a month long failure."

"Ugh, you mean Ron, ugh, Hey, you had a one date failure."

"And that was a horrifying experience, I'm not looking forward to repeating."

"Every woman in the country would throw themselves at you, excepct me, I'm above that."

"Really? Too bad, hey you had world famous Viktor Krum after you."

"I was Fourteen!"

"So, still something to tell the grandkids." She gave him a scathing look. "It was a joke, a joke, maybe you won't have kids, and it's still better then the human water hose."

"No, I'd like kids. And your right, all you've had is the human watering can. Guess I need to date to find someone, eh?"

"Yeah, and I have the same problem. Funny, we're in the same boat?"

"Actually it really is."

And i swooped an Owl, with a letter for these two nuts.

Harry & Hermione,

We felt you deserve a break, so we're sending you on a vacation, You haven't been on one in forever (if ever), so grab on to this envelope and off you'll be!

-Ron, Luna, Molly, Arthur, Fred, George, Ginny, Doug, Drs. Granger, Remus, and Albus.

"Shall we?" asked Harry.

"Why not, we could use a change of scenery."

"Yeah! Shall we pack?"

"But we're we going?"

"I don't know, pack a variety, I guess." Fifthteen minutes later, they were off with a tug at there navels.

"Portkey travel always disorients me."

"I know Harry, I've seen you numerous times."

"At least I don't puke."

"Too True." They looked around at there surroundings, A bed on one side of the room, by a door, leading somewhere, ahh! A bathroom, a closet on the other side, and the other part of the room, a bookshelf loaded with books, a television, stereo, and C.D'S, VCR. and videos, and a kitchen, well stocked with food.

"Uh, there's no door out of this place!"

"And the windows don't open!" Hermione exclaimed as she tried.

"So, we're stuck here?"

"Until they let us out?''

"Why?"

"I don't know, what's the point of locking up two people who already live together and are best friends up in a room?"

"With one bed!"

"Two chairs."

"And a couch too short to sleep on?"

"Where are we going to sleep?" Hermione asked.

"You can have the bed, I'll crash on the floor."

"Thank you, Harry," and she kissed him on the cheek.

"No problem," he blushed, "I'm going to sleep now."

"Harry! It's Five O' clock!"

"Well, yesterday we woke up at six and went to sleep at four this morning."

"Right, we were weren't we. I'm nackered my self. Good night Harry."

"Night, Hermy."

~Thump!~"Oww! Crap!" Harry yelled out.

"Wuz tha matta?" Hermione shot up from sleep.

"Nothing, I just hit my head."

"How in the world did you manage that?"

"Sitting up."

"Huh? Explain?"

"My head was kinda under the bed, when I woke up."

"Oh, okay, I'm gonna take a shower."

"NO, MEEEEEEEE!" and they raced to the bathroom like a couple of little kids.

"Ah, come on, 'Mione, I had to sleep on the floor!" Harry whined as he banged on the door.

"Then go sleep on the bed now," she yelled from inside the water running.

"But I'm not tired now!"

"Then wait thirty minutes, and you can have a shower," she again yelled over the water.

"Ahh Man!"

He grabbed a book from the bookshelf and sat down.

Thirty minutes later

"Harry, Hey Harry," Hermione yelled peeking through the door.

"Hmm?" Harry asked looking up from his book.

"Can you grab me some clothes? I forgot in the race to get here."

"Yeah," he went over to her dufflebag, standard Auror issue, and started to dig through it, then his brain hit him, and he brought the bag to her instead. "Here you go," he said quickly.

"You know, you could have just brought me some clothes."

He blushed in response and went back to his book.

Ten minutes later, she came out with dry, brushed, bushy as always hair, all dressed in jeans and a t-shirt.

"All done, Harry. I'm gonna make some breakfast."

"Keep a bucket of water handy then," and he grabbed his clothes and into the bathroom he was.

"Hey! I'm not that bad!" she yelled through the door.

"Yeah, just keep telling yourself that," he replied.

He came out a half hour later, "What? No fire?" he teased.

"Nope, but maybe I should start one, we might get out of here."

"But we don't know where here is."

"True."

"What's for breakfast? Oh, I guess lunch, now, it's twelve thirty."

"Pancakes and eggs."

"I can see why you didn't burn down the house. I know even you can't mess that up." Death glare. "What? I'm just being honest. You can brew potions wonderfully, but can barely cook," he smiled.

"Leave me alone!" she glared.

"You know, I'm telling the truth." She smiled evilly at him. "Uh-oh, am I going to be hexed?"

"Yes," and she whispered one.

He saw himself in a mirror, "Sweet! How long will I have rainbow hair?"

"I'm not telling."

"Oh, well."

They started to tick off the days on a calender, May passed, it was now mid-June. Harry still had rainbow hair, just it was now shoulder length, already being quite long wheb they got 'sent on vacation.'

"Ugh! I'm sick of your rainbow hair!"

"Hey! It's not my fault! Your the one who made it like this, Not me!"

"Want me to take off the spell?"

"You can do as you wish." She pulled out her wand and removed her hex. Harry had midnight black hair once again.

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In the outside world.

"How are they doing?"

"Well, Harry's been embarressed, been hexed, and has eaten Hermione's cooking, and is still alive, miraculously."

"And Hermione?"

"Pretty much the same, hexed Harry, got sick of what she did, so she removed it. Surprised they haven't killed each other yet, and I think Harry's turned into Hermione! Every morning he reads some book, while she's in the shower."

"Oh, so no progress?"

"Nope, nothing, excepct embarrisment, and blushes."

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There we have it. Chapter six, any suggestions for a better name of this story? Or any ideas what could happen, STUCK IN A ROOM. Review please.

Thanks. Your insane author, ears91