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Chapter Four: Welcome to Ibiza!

They arrived on the grassy yard of a huge mansion.

"Belair Mansion. 12530 Beverly Hills. This is it. Home until we go back." Hermione informed them, checking her paperwork to see that they had no doubt arrived in the right place.

"YOU KIDDING ME?!?" Ron was in awe. His mouth was open, and he stared at the house greedily, like a child who had been given a Christmas present he knew contained exactly what he wanted.

"This could be fun." Nonchalantly, Harry shrugged his shoulders and cracked his knuckles, but his smile showed that he was just as satisfied with their housing.

"Well, let's check it out."

"Hell YEAH!"

They scurried up the driveway and opened the oak door. The door swung open and the trio scurried eagerly inside. They had the rest of the night to settle in and explore their Ibiza home.
The next morning, Hermione opened her eyes.

'Where am I?'

Sitting up abruptly, the arm that was lying so heavily on her fell off, and Ron grunted in his sleep before turning over and continuing to snore.

Smiling, Hermione realized.

'That's right. I'm in America.'

Kissing Ron good morning, she dressed herself, and went downstairs to make breakfast.

To her surprise and delight, Harry was already there. Breakfast was made, and he was all set to go with a sexy black top and khakis, reading the newspaper.

"You're up early."

Harry's head jerked up and he smiled.

"Yeah, couldn't sleep."

"I see. Miss home?"

Hermione laughed as Harry nodded slowly.

"Yeah well, then I'll give you the pleasure of waking Ron."

Immediately, Harry perked up, and a mischievous gleam sparked in his eyes.

"Oh, well... it's about time he woke up.. isn't it?"

And before, Hermione could stop him, Harry was running up the stairs. Sighing, Hermione relaxed into a chair and waited for what would happen next.

"AAAARRRRRGGGGHHHHH!"

Harry ran back down the stairs, an empty bucket in his hand, and his face gleaming with excitement. After him, came a soaking Ron, whose expression bore annoyance and the desire for revenge.

"Finally, you're awake."

"That idiot.... he..." Spluttering, Ron slicked his sopping hair back.

"Bout time. You take too long to wake up anyway. Now eat, and go get dressed."

"Fine." Ron agreed, but before leaving added to Harry, "I'm gonna get you back."

"I don't think so." Harry replied from where he was leaning against the doorframe, his arms crossed, and his expression and amused and relaxed.

"Oh you two..."

With one last reproachful look, Ron trudged back up and appeared soon after ready to go.

Checking to see they had everything, Hermione bustled the two out the door, and locked it behind them.

"Now listen, stop quarreling and get serious. We can't use magic anymore, it's too risky. So we'll have to use muggle transport to get there." Hermione explained.

"That's easy." Harry dismissed waving his hand carelessly.

He walked out to the curb, and waved his hand about, screaming TAXI! None stopped. The traffic continued.

Disgruntled, Harry returned.

"Ok.... maybe not so easy."

A half hour later, Hermione managed to get them a cab, and they were on their way to Delta New, an hour late for school.

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