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Chapter Six: Swimsuits are not Bikinis

Following the Delta New girls, the trio walked along the corridor, staring in awe at the perfect, framed pictures of many different beautiful girls.

"Joanne Rutchkins- Winner of Miss Pretty Little Thang for three years running until she graduated. Tiffany Spradling- On cover of Witch Weekly Edition 151. Jessy Spencer- Teen Tags's model..."

The girl with the blonde hair and the martini glass was listing off the pictures one by one.

Stunned, the English just followed.

The corridor ended abruptly when they reached glass sliding doors. As they slid open, three mouths dropped.

They were at a HUGE pool area. It was littered with beach chair recliners, and there were streamers and balloons everywhere. There was a refreshment table littered with all kinds of snacks, and the music was loud.

There were girls everywhere. All in bikinis. On the stage, singing. On floats, in the pool. Lying down on the recliners, tanning.

Harry and Ron were in heaven. They couldn't look in any direction without seeing a hot girl.

"So, what do you think?" The most popular girl asked. Her voice was melodious and laughter-filled, breaking both boy's reveries instantly.

"Amazing...." Ron complimented, enthusiastically nodding his head.

"Pleasing...." Harry answered, his eyes glazed.

"Disgusting.... and NOT at all proper."

Slapping the two on the back of their heads, Hermione lectured.

"Stop gaping. It's rude. Gosh... you'd think you've never seen a sexy girl in a swimsuit."

"They're not swimsuits, they're bikinis. BIG DIFFERENCE.... especially when it comes to showing cleavage...."

"EEEWWWW Ron... that's disgusting!"

"No it's not, Mione. It's called a boy's life." Harry butted in, smiling cheesily at a girl who just passed by, her hips swaying as she walked.

She smiled back and winked before running off giggling towards her friends.

"Whatever..." Hermione surrendered.

Laughter sounded. The popular girl was laughing.

'She's got a pretty laugh. Like bells.' Harry noted.

"Now that you guys have finished arguing, why don't you go change?"

"Alright... Good thing we brought swim stuff." Hermione agreed.

"Yea.... cuz you bugged us too." Ron mumbled.

"I heard that." Grabbing Ron's ear, Hermione pulled it.

"OW... OW... JUST KIDDING!" Ron was in obvious pain, and sighed in relief when Hermione let go.

Satisfied, Hermione turned back to the girl and asked innocently.

"So, where're the changing rooms?"

After they had dropped the boys off at their changing rooms, and Lucy was leading Hermione to the girl changing rooms, Hermione finally voiced the question she had been pondering since their introduction.

"Um.. could you possibly be Lucy Thunders? As in Dumbledore's granddaughter?"

For a minute, Lucy's face looked shocked and Hermione was certain she had asked the wrong person, and then her lips spread into a smile.

"Yea! I am! Old Dumble's my grandpa! So you must be a student of his, right? You go to his elite boarding school? Wow! You must be really special then. They hardly accept anyone."

'You don't know how special.' Hermione thought.

"Yes. That's right. I do."

Maybe this wouldn't be so hard. The girl seemed pretty willing to come if asked.

"That's SO cool. I used to wish I could go but now I realize that even if I could, I wouldn't want to. I like it here."

Scratch that. So, maybe she wasn't all that enthusiastic about going. She wasn't against it though, right?

"I mean, I guess it'd be cool to go but this is my home, you know? And I'd never dream of leaving. Wild horses couldn't drag me there."

Ok. So maybe she was completely against the idea. Now what?

Hermione laughed nervously and fumbled with her shirt.

"Hey! Aren't those your two friends? Do they go to the special school too?"

Hermione's head shot up and she looked around for Ron and Harry.

'They changed that quickly?'

When she found them, she narrowed her eyes.

"Oh. Yes. That's them. They're real special. Special ed."

Lucy laughed and watched as Hermione barged right through the ring of girls standing around a table where Harry and Ron were arm-wrestling with their shirts off and bickering at the same time.

She stood there, her arms crossed, and her foot tapping impatiently.

"Don't cheat, Harry!"

"I'm not cheating, Ronald! You're the one lifting your arm off the table.'

"Am not, Harold!"

"Oh. Shoot."

Harry quickly pulled his arm out of Ron's when he saw Hermione behind Ron. Lucy was standing next to her, her eyes twinkling with mirth.

'Strange. Her eyes remind me of someone's.'

Ron, who's back was facing Hermione didn't see her, and turned around to gain support from the crowd for winning as Harry had forfeited by pulling his arm away.

He instead, faced his girlfriend's flushed and furious face.

He laughed nervously and ran a hand through his hair before making to hug her.

"Hello, gorgeous."

Hermione had other plans. She placed her hand on Ron's chest, stopping him, and shook her head.

She then marched over to where Harry was still seated and promptly pinched his ear.

"OW!"

With her other hand, she grabbed Ron's available ear, and dragged the two of them screaming and shouting to the changing rooms amid the laughter of the crowd.

But before Harry got dragged to far away, he caught glimpse of Lucy again. She was laughing along with everyone else, her eyes still twinkling, and her lips playing a very familiar smile.

There ya go MEGAN! I even added to the original chapter. 6 more stories to upload. Wish me luck!