Author's Note: Hey all! Here's chapter 10 - I had planned to write about their trip all in one chapter but it didn't quite fit so I divided it into chapter 10 and 11. Okay, I've never been to Jamaica so I'm not going to go into too much details and if something about the setting, hotel, or beach is off, please let it go. Now to my reviewers:

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Huge thanks to all my other readers and reviewers ... I appreciate all of your support! Now on with the chapter. *Twisted Anjel*

P.S. And because of that stupid change on FF.Net where everyone has to have a different name, I am now Twisted Angel1 -- when they let me I'm going to change the 'g' in angel to a 'j' ... so please remember that. Oh, and please read the second A.N at the end!

Chapter Ten * Jamaica Bound *

"That went well, don't you think?" Harry asked as he, Hermione, Lavender, and Ron piled into his jeep.

Lavender snorted loudly. "It would have gone well if it weren't for certain men!"

"Oh, come on, Lav! I told you it was Fred and George who had set off that dungbomb!" Ron cried exasperatedly, having denied that crime over ten times in the past five minutes.

"Huh! You could have stopped them! It is our wedding we were rehearsing for after all, but since you could give a damn ..." Lavender snapped, turning away from him and staring angrily out the window.

"I do care! I just -"

"Well, if you did -"

"Enough, you two!" Hermione shouted suddenly, causing the couple to fall silent. "Lavender, it wasn't so bad. At least all the guests understood and Ron, you need to tell Fred and George to stop trying to ruin your wedding!" she told the both of them.

"Sorry," they both mumbled.

"I really am sorry, Lav. I'll talk to Fred and George," Ron told his fiance with a sweet smile.

Though Lavender forgave him, Hermione saw her shoot him a slightly irritated look. She cleared her throat and tried to clear the tension. "So Lav, won't you be able to find out the sex of your baby this month?" she asked.

"Ron and I have decided to keep it a surprise," she answered, almost curtly, emphasizing his name.

Ron sighed and they remained silent the rest of the way home. They said goodnight and headed in their own directions; Lavender still clearly upset.

"Well, someone's going to be sleeping on the couch tonight," Harry commented as he and Hermione watched their friends disappear.

Hermione laughed, pulling him into their own house. "And Lavender is only four months pregnant; imagine when she's eight months! Poor Ron!"

"No kidding ..." Harry answered. "Want some tea, baby girl?" he asked her, as she hung up their coats.

"Tea would be nice," she answered. "You get the tea and I'll start a fire?" she asked, indicating the living room.

Harry nodded with a smile and disappeared into the kitchen only to reemerge a minute later with two cups of steaming tea in each hand.

They settled themselves on the couch. Harry's body stretched out with his head on Hermione's lap. They sat in silence for a few moments, staring at the fire and enjoying each other's warmth.

"I owled Eric Weatherby," Harry broke the silence.

"Oh?" Hermione turned her attention to him, running her fingers through his soft locks.

"Remember on the day of Clara's party when I had offered to take you to an island for as long as you wanted?" When Hermione nodded, he continued. "Well, Eric said there aren't many tourists in Jamaica this time of year, especially the part where only wizards and witches go. I thought it would be nice to get away from everything for a while. You know, to relax; just the two of us." He looked up at her hopefully.

Hermione smiled, the idea sounded wonderful. "I want to, Harry, but my job -"

"You haven't taken one vacation since you started. I'm sure they won't mind you taking one now, after two years."

"Well, your job. With everything going on now, you can't possibly leave."

"We haven't managed to find any leads as of yet. Besides, Remus will owl me if anything comes up. He's been pushing me to take a vacation. I just think he wants me out of the office ..."

"I wonder why ..." she mumbled, smiling cheekily at him. "But Lavender and Ron's wedding is coming up-"

"We know all the moves and all our parts. Ron, Lavender, and their family have everything set. Have you guys picked out your dresses?"

"Yes, ages ago. Your suits?"

He smiled sheepishly. "Not yet. Don't tell Lavender though, she'd skin Ron's neck."

Hermione laughed, shaking her head. "Men ... So irresponsible ..."

"Hey! We have our flaws too, you know!"

"Boy, do I know," she replied, kissing the tip of his nose. "And I love every flaw you have."

Harry made a face, not sure whether that was a compliment or an insult. "Let it go, babe," she told him, laughing.

He gave her a lopsided grin; the one that made her heart go crazy. "So what do you say? We'll only stay for a week, if you want. Please? It'll be great."

Hermione smiled, anticipation swelling. "When?"

"Now."

"Now?" Hermione repeated, increduously. "As in, right this minute?"

Harry sat up, turning to face her. "Yes! We can just sneak away without having to answer any questions. We can leave a note for Ron and Lavender and they'll tell everyone for us. Remus already knows, so he won't mind and Lavender can tell everyone at the hospital."

"Well ... all right ..." She didn't seem too confident about the idea of running away in the middle of the night, though.

Harry jumped up, pulling her up with him. "Come on!"

"Where are we going?" she asked, as he dragged her up the stairs.

"To go pack!"

"This is ridiculous! I feel like I'm going to be caught by my mum for sneaking out after curfew!" Hermione whispered with a laugh, as they stood in front of the door, luggage at their feet.

Harry laughed. "I'm waiting for Dudley to come storming down the stairs, happy to have something that would get me in trouble," he replied, shaking his head.

Hermione smiled and kissed his temple. "Come on, love, we're going through with this."

He nodded firmly. They lifted their bags and stepped outside, locking the door. "Ready?" Hermione nodded, making sure she was holding everything they would be taking along.

"You do know how the hotel lobby looks like, don't you?" she asked, making sure to whisper so none of the neighbors could hear her.

Harry nodded. "Eric explained it to me in detail."

"And you remember it all?" Hermione asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Ha ha," Harry whispered back.

"Sorry, I'm on a roll," she said, squeezing his hand affectionately.

"No kidding. Okay, ready? Here goes ..."

The next moment they were standing in the middle of the Lobby, luggage at their feet. Hermione blew air through her teeth as everything came into sight. "Wow, this is amazing!"

The floor was made entirely from marble, along with the walls and counters. Large columns were stationed throughout. The Lobby consisted of the check- in counter and various gift shops along the walls. Couples appeared next to Harry and Hermione, who had also Apparated. They watched as others walked over to the revolving doors, stepped inside, and disappeared.

"Great, huh?" Harry smiled at Hermione as he took her hand and led her over to the Reception Desk.

"But our luggage ..." But as soon as she said those words, their luggage disappeared. "Hey!"

"It's like Hogwart's, love, our bags are sent directly to our rooms," Harry explained, loving the look of surprise on her face fade into realization.

"Oh, I see ... You'd think nothing would surprise me anymore ..." she mumbled as they stopped in front of the desk.

"Welcome to Wizard's Lagoon," a dark-skinned witch greeted them cheerfully. A set of straight, white teeth sparkled at them as she smiled.

"Hi, I made a room reservation under Harry Potter," Harry said.

Apparently, Harry was famous all over the world because the witch suddenly stood up straighter and smiled brighter. "Ah, Mr. Potter! Yes, let me see ... Ah, your room is on the second floor, number 204. That's the Grand Suite." She handed him the key as Harry paid the amount.

"Thank you."

"Enjoy your stay and if you need anything at all don't be afraid to ask," she said, watching as they made their way toward the elevators.

Hermione snickered as she turned her head to see the witch still gazing at Harry's retreating back. "Aren't you popular," she said, acting as if she never realized it before.

"Bugger off!" he cried, though kissed her cheek to show he was kidding. They entered the elevator and pushed the button, both not surprised to find that it moved (as they did grow up with Muggles). They laughed as they imagined Ron's face if he had walked into this box to find it moved up and down.

Harry put the key in the lock and pushed open the door with his foot. "Oh my!" Hermione gasped, as she stepped into the large room.

It was more like a very expensive apartment than a hotel room. There was one large, canopied bed in the center of the bedroom, with a large screen television across from it. The next room had large, overstuffed couches, a love seat, and another television set. The bathroom floor was all marble including the shower and bath tub.

Hermione made her over to the balcony, overlooking the beach. The moon was high in the sky making a path across the calm waters. "This is heaven," she murmured, as Harry set their bags down in the middle of the living room.

"Anything for you," Harry said, coming up behind her.

She turned around to face him. "This is amazing! Thank you!" she launched herself into his arms, squealing.

"You're very welcome," he answered, laughing as he hugged her close.

She pulled away. "Let's unpack. What time is it?" she asked, as she pulled out her wand and began to float their clothes to the closet.

"About two 'o clock in the morning, love," he told her and watched as her smile fell.

She sighed. "I'm not even tired. Imagine going to bed so excited ..." she murmured.

"Who says we have to go to bed? There are clubs downstairs that are open all day and night and the beach doesn't close after certain hours; we could go take a walk if you want," he suggested.

Hermione's eyes lit up. "Let's take a walk!"

They changed into cooler clothes and headed outside. A warm breeze greeted them, lifting Hermione's hair off her neck. When they reached the sand, she bent down and took of her shoes, loving the feel of the warm sand in between her toes. She laced her fingers through Harry's and smiled up at him.

"Thank you," she murmured again, squealing as the warm water swept over her feet.

Harry laughed, his eyes sparkling in the dark. "Anything for you," he repeated, bending down and kissing her softly on the lips.

He wrapped an arm around her waist as Hermione leaned towards him. "This is perfect," she whispered, sighing in content.

Harry looked down at the top of her head. "Yes, it is."

"Look at this you guys," Ginny said, picking up a piece of paper that was lying on Harry's and Hermione's kitchen counter.

When Ron had called them the next day and didn't get an answer he went over to the house, only to find that they weren't there. So he decided to tell Ginny and Draco, who came over to help him and Lavender scour the house for clues of their friends' disappearance.

Ron, Lavender, and Draco piled around Ginny, reading over her shoulder as she read the letter out loud.

"Hey guys,

I bet by now you are all wondering where Hermione and I have gone to. Well, we decided to run off on a much needed vacation; Ron knows where. Lavender: Hermione wants you to tell the hospital where she is and her parents before they start to worry. And Ron, could you please tell Remus? Thanks you guys.

We'll see you in a week! Love, Harry and Hermione"

"So where did they go?" Ginny asked Ron when she had finished. "Jamaica." "How romantic," Lavender sighed, then faced Ron with an angry look. "Why can't you take me to Jamaica? You don't take me anywhere!"

Ron looked confused at her sudden change in mood; and a bit scared, though he would never admit it. "Well, I- I ... um ... will take you anywhere you want to go after the baby is born!" he cried triumphantly.

"Oh sure! That's what ..."

Ginny and Draco shared a look, rolling their eyes at the couple. "You think those mood changes will last all throughout her pregnancy?" Draco asked, making sure to whisper. He didn't want Lavender's anger directed at him.

Ginny shrugged. "Who knows. I hope I don't act like that if we ever have a baby," she replied.

Draco smiled down at her, a hint of shame reflected in his gray eyes. Though Ginny and Draco had been married for almost two years, they had yet to conceive a child; though not for lack of trying. The medi-wizard had told them that Draco might not be able to produce kids which Ginny didn't believe for a second.

She looked up at him then and frowned. "Don't even," she warned. "It's not true and you know it. It's just not the right time for us to have children but we will," she told him, standing on her toes to give him a soft, lingering kiss.

"Don't give up hope. Not when I haven't," she whispered. Draco gave a small nod, sliding his arms around her waist, burying his face in her hair as she gave him a tight hug.

As Lavender finally let the subject go (though she crossed her arms over her stomach and refused to look at him) Ron turned only to see Ginny and Draco kissing. He mumbled, "Am I the only one who's always getting yelled at?"

"Sent to Azkaban, has he?"

"Yes, Master."

"As he should be. How much information did the imbecile give away?"

"Nothing important or unknown. Only that you plan to kill Potter through his Mudblood and he named some of the Death Eaters; though most are already known to be so. Except for Johnson."

"He gave out only the last name. There are many Johnsons, besides, Potter is too brainless to figure out it's his dear Mudblood's friend; or, so called friend. Marie is doing a good job; I am impressed.

"He did not give away our hide out, did he?"

"No, Master. He does not know where only that it is somewhere in the Forbidden Forest."

"Good. Anything else?"

"That is all, Master."

"Then leave me, I have some planning to do."

"Oh, Master ..."

"WHAT IS IT!"

"Um, well, Potter and his Mudblood Apparated to Jamaica last night."

"Where in Jamaica and for how long?"

"I don't know."

"Then find out! What else do I have you for?"

"Yes, Master. I will go now."

"Well, well Potter ... off for a little vacation, are you? Let's see how long that will last ..."

**IMPORTANT: PLEASE READ!!**

A.N.2: Well, that's chapter 10. I really hope you all liked it (well, hopefully better than the last chapter). Now, for the real reason I'm writing another little note ...

I'm thinking ahead and have decided to include a song in the chapter where Hermione and Harry get married. I have picked out a list with songs that will go well with the chapter and I don't know which one to choose. I would be extremely grateful if you would tell me in a review (or you could E*mail or IM me) your opinion on what song I should use. Please keep in mind that I'm only concentrating on the lyrics and not on the artist who sings the song (in case you hate the artist and decide the song sucks just because they sing it). Also, if you have any other songs that you think would fit, please let me know.

The songs are:

a) Heaven (Bryan Adams)

b) I Do (Cherish You) ( 98 Degrees)

c) I Know What Love Is (Celine Dion)

d) Amazed (Lonestar)

e) I Knew I Loved You (Savage Garden)

f) For Your Love (Jessica Simpson)

g) My Best Friend (Tim McGraw)

h) When You Say Nothing At All (Alison Krauss)

i) Yes, I Will (Backstreet Boys)

Thanks!