A/N: Before we get started, let me clarify a few things. No, I do NOT own the Beach Boys or the song 'Fun, Fun, Fun' by the aforementioned artists. I don't own HP, either, come to think of it…

Chapter 7

Fun, Fun, Fun

Harry dimly realized he was being dragged bodily out of the bedroom and into the kitchen. What woke him up was the ice cube Ron had the sense to slip down the back of his T-shirt.

Looking blearily around, he saw that Hermione, Ron, the twins, Mr. Weasley, and Ginny were all staring at him.

"What?" Harry inquired irritably. It was too early for this kind of thing.

Mr. Weasley spoke first.

"I asked whether you were ready to hit the road," he repeated, sounding slightly annoyed.

"Oh… yeah," Harry said apologetically. "Yeah… let's go, then."

Mr. Weasley nodded, ushering them out to their cars.

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They reached the Portkey just in time. Each of them placing a hand on their respective vehicle's hood, the participants reached out and grabbed the Portkey just as it activated.

There followed the usual rushing sensation, and, moments later, the cars and their owners touched down on a moonlit California street. An elderly lady sighted them and began to hobble toward them, transforming once into her usual form for a moment of identification before switching back into the old lady form.

Tonks greeted them warmly as Harry and Mr. Weasley conjured up California license plates from midair for each car.

"Wotcher, Ginny, Hermione, Fred, George, Harry, Arthur!" she chirped happily.

Ron noticed she was proffering a pink box of something to them. He eyed the pink box warily.

"What are those?" he asked suspiciously, as if expecting one of them to leap out and start chomping merrily on his nose.

Hermione rolled her eyes and accepted one. She held it in front of Ron's face and took a bite.

"Donut," she said through a mouthful of the sugary pastry. "Muggle cake. Very, very good."

Ron cautiously took a donut, and when it didn't immediately cauterize his hand into ash, took a bite. He mumbled around it for a bit, swallowed, and took anther bite, proclaiming the donut 'beffer than thoff fingf Mum makef…"

Which earned him a genial slap from Ginny.

Harry accepted the offer of a jelly-filled donut, and, chewing pensively, looked around. "So this is California…" he muttered. "Not what I expected."

Ron nodded assent. "Yeah… where's that Dinsteyland or whatever…"

Hermione sighed at Ron's ignorance. "Disneyland, Ron. Opened on July fifteenth, Nineteen fifty-five, it was designed and founded by Mr. Walter Disney, who was a mastermind of animated cartoons. Perhaps the best known of his works is the famed Mickey Mouse…"

She rambled on, oblivious to Ron and Harrys' incredulous stares.

"I had no idea there was a Complete History of Everything in California…" Harry groaned.

Ron shrugged. "Maybe."

Hermione glared daggers at both of them. "Are you two going to listen or not?"

Ron looked at her, then leaned over and kissed her gently. She squeaked in surprise, then sighed and let Ron break it after fifteen seconds.

"That was… different…" she breathed.

Ginny grinned at the disgusted look on Harry's face, murmuring, "I wonder if that's what we look like…"

Harry shot a cautious glance at Ron, who, unusually, was watching them with interest, waiting.

Ginny scowled at him, and he rolled his eyes and looked away.

Mr. Weasley, having finished authenticating the license plates, motioned the teens over, smiling genially at them all as they crowded around.

"Now, I've supplied each of your vehicles with a mapping system… you'll use it to find your way to where we're lodging here. Hermione, Ron, take one of your cars, same with you, Harry and Ginny. Tonks and I will take care of the others."

Ginny looked at Harry, and Hermione looked at Ron.

Both boys groaned and sighed.

"I'll drive."

The girls couldn't help but smile coyly at their respective partners.

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Ron followed Harry's Camaro as it slid gracefully into the Best Western's parking lot. The Mini's brakelights came on, and it slipped into the spot next to Harry's, stopping a hair's breadth from the rear bumper of the expensive-looking Porsche 911 in the space in front of it. Ron leapt from the car, and Harry was amazed that a tall, gangly frame like Ron's could actually fit into the Mini's cramped interior.

He politely held back a groan as Hermione emerged from the interior of the car, chattering on about the wonders of the Beach Boys, presumably some kind of ancient Muggle band.

Ron hurried over to Harry, narrowly being missed by Hermione's Fury as it careened into the parking lot, bouncing off a few cars before settling in a spot. Ron moaned and clapped his face into his hands. Hermione merely patted his back sympathetically as Mr. Weasley emerged, narrowly avoiding being run over by Mad-Eye Moody at the wheel of the Chevelle. Tonks came last, in Ginny's Supra, making the most graceful stops of the three, sliding to a stop just shy of the Chevelle.

Harry looked at Hermione, white-faced and inexplicably grinning, and said, "Well… Reparo?"

She nodded, and started toward the damaged cars, flicking her wand at each of them in turn and watching in a self-satisfied manner as their alarms stopped going off and the damage was repaired.

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They managed to get up to their rooms without setting anything on fire, and they quickly separated into their rooms: Mr. Weasley, Harry, and Ron in one, Tonks, Hermione, and Ginny on another, and Moody in his own.

Standing in the hallway with their trunks on the floor behind them, they bid each other good-night and retired to their rooms.

Silence, broken only by the occasional crash from Moody's room, quickly reigned over the three rooms.