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Chapter 12: 19th of January 2003

Dear Diary,

We are here in Miami! Finally!

This afternoon, at around 5pm, we arrived at the port and at around 5.30pm, we arrived in Hotel Astor. Diary, the lobby itself was beautiful! There was an impressive staircase that descends to downstairs and a vertical water sculpture featured in the garden area all seamlessly combines! It was so elegant.

"Good afternoon, Sir, Madam. How could I help you?" asked the lady behind the counter when we reached the counter.

Harry put down our (he carried mine willingly) suitcases, smiled charmingly at the lady (which made her blushed) and said, "Yes, I think there's a room here under our names, Mr and Mrs Daniel Evens."

The lady checked her computer. "Yes, the Superior Room... I will ask a bellhop to take your bags."

The bellboy brought us to our hotel room, it gorgeous! It was decorated in shades of taupe and brushed chrome, blond oak wood was used for the armoire, desk and headboard, there was a mini CD stereo, natural canvas blinds at the windows and a fully stocked mini bar!

Once the bellhop left our room, I flopped on our queen-sized bed, "This is great!" The bed was not as great as the one back on the ship, but it would do.

"Hey Hermione, look at this." said Harry. With a wave of his hand, he closed the blinds by magic, turning the room into darkness.

He adjusted the light switch on the wall and the room was lit with soft lighting. Oh my, the lights in this room even have dimmer switches!

"Hm, I love it!" I said happily as Harry flopped on the bed beside me.

We kissed each other lightly on the lips and we lay there for quite a long while, just enjoying the comfort of the room.

I was about to fell asleep when Harry sat up and looked at the clock beside our bed. "Oh my God, It's already 6pm!"

"Yeah, so?" I asked sleepily.

"Come on, we need to get to the beach." He said, getting out of the bed.

"Now?" I asked, "I thought we are going there TOMORROW."

Harry grinned at me. "I can't wait for tomorrow. Come on, get up."

When we got near the beach, Harry stopped in his tracks, turned around and said, "Emma, could you close your eyes?"

I frowned. What in Merlin's name is he trying to do?

"It's a surprise." he said quickly, smiling.

I closed my eyes and I couldn't see anything. I felt Harry holding my hands, guiding me to walk. I felt the soft sand under my feet as I walked blindly.

"Can I open them now?" I asked.

"No, not yet." I heard Harry said.

A few more steps later, I heard Harry saying, "Sit down."

I did and he said, "Okay, you can open them now."

I opened them and I gasped at the sight in front of me. Harry and I were standing right in the middle of the beach, facing the horizon. The sun was setting and waves of pink and orange stretched across the sky.

"It's.... amazing." I said in awe, looking at the lovely sunset.

"Heard from my colleague that this is one of the best places to see the sunset." said Harry, who was sitting behind me and blushing slightly. "Am I going overboard with the romance thing?"

"No, it's just fine." I said and leaned backwards, right into my lover's arms. I closed my eyes and breathed in the sea air. The wind blew on our faces gently and I listened to the seagulls' cries as they flew and the sound of the waves as they washed against the shore softly.

"Wonderful, just wonderful." I muttered to no one in particular.

Harry put his arms around me and pulled me closer, he rested his head on my shoulder and looked out to the sun as it sank slowly in the horizon.

I remembered Dumbledore said that music is a magic beyond all we do. But right now, I think love fits that statement too.

We went back to the hotel an hour later and decided to take a bath before we ordered dinner. Yes, we ate our dinner in our room.

The marble bathroom had an oversized bathtub, big enough for just the two of us. I poured in a bit of soap and filled up the tub while Harry took off his clothes. Soon the bubbles were so thick that you couldn't see through them. I peeled off my clothes and stepped into the tub. The water flowed out of the tub as I did.

"Come on in, Harry. The water is great." I said.

Harry obeyed and the water flowed out again when he came in. We stared at each other and just smiled. He put his arm around my shoulders.

"Feels great." He said, sighing in content.

"Yeah, I haven't felt like this for years." I said, leaning my head against his chest.

Out of the blue, Viktor's face came into my face. I sighed sadly. I can't even control my thoughts....

"What's wrong?" asked Harry in concern.

"Viktor." I said grumpily. "I just thought of him. Harry, what if Malfoy tell Viktor Krum about us?"

Harry rolled his eyes. "Now, Hermione, I won't allow you to spend this vacation thinking about You-Know-Who."

"Who? Voldemort?" I asked playfully. "Since when did I marry your greatest enemy?"

"Hey," said Harry. "You know who I am talking about. No more talking or thinking about Viktor Krum, or I will......"

"What?" I asked, sitting up straight and lifting my chin up at him. "What would you do?"

Harry didn't say anything but then I felt him jabbing on my side with his finger. "Ah!"

Harry grinned mischievously. "This!" Suddenly he started to tickle me in the water.

"Ah, stop it, Harry, stop it!" I said and laughed at the same time.

Harry refused to stop. As we played around in the tub, the water spilled out of it and splashed on the walls and everything else surrounding us. By the time Harry was willing to stop, the whole room was covered with water.

"Oops." said Harry when he had a good look around the place.

"Uh oh." I said, trying to push my wet hair off my face. "This will take quite a while to clean up."

"It will if we don't have a wand." said Harry and he stepped out of the tub. He went out of the room and came back with his wand.

"Scourgify." he said, waving his wand and the room was as dry as before.

Too dry.

The spell removed the water in the tub as well. I ended up sitting naked and cold in an empty bathtub.

"Oops." said Harry again.

"Hand me a towel, darling. I think I have soaked in the water long enough anyway." I said, smiling.

"I don't want to go to sleep," I said after dinner, looking at the clock, it's only 10pm. "Anything to do for the rest of the night, Harry?"

Harry looked outside the window at the scenery. "Well, I do have an idea."

"What?" I asked excitedly.

"Flying."

My smile faded and my mouth dropped open. "Flying?"

"Yeah, I feel like riding on a broomstick right now."

"What about me?" I asked.

"You can ride with me. I'm going to give you a lovely ride across South Beach."

I blinked. What did he just say?

Silence.

"No! I can't sit on a broomstick, I'm not a flyer like you!" I exclaimed.

"Trust me, Hermione," said Harry, walking towards me. "It would be great."

Silence. I looked into Harry's eyes. He had a pleading look on his face that I couldn't refuse.

I sighed. "All right, you win. But where are you going to get a broomstick?" I asked, looking at Harry's suitcase, thinking whether he had stuffed his Firebolt in it.

Harry smiled at me. Then he went to the phone beside the bed. He picked up the receiver, dialled a number and listened.

"Hello, Quidditch Supplies Rental Shop?" he asked. "Would you mind sending one broomstick to a room in Astor Hotel? Give me the best one. About an hour. Daniel Evans. All right, I will put the money in the cupboard, how much is it? 6 Galleons? All right. Are you sure that is the best one? All right, bye."

He hung up.

"What closet are you talking about, Harry?" I asked curiously.

Harry was about to talk when there was a knocking sound coming from the cupboard beside the door. Harry went to it, smiled at me and opened it.

I gasped. Inside the cupboard, lay a broomstick. Its handle was black, shiny and smooth, its tail was perfect, it didn't need any clipping of bent twigs. There was a button at the handle as well.

"The owner isn't kidding when he says that this is the best." said Harry, reaching for the broom and letting it levitated in thin air, high enough for us to mount.

He took the broom and went to the mirror. He mounted on it and pressed the button. Immediately, he vanished into thin air.

"Hermione, can you see me?" I heard Harry calling.

I looked around the room. I couldn't find Harry anywhere. The broom must had have a Invisibility Booster.

"I can't see you." I said.

Suddenly Harry reappeared in front of the mirror, still on his broomstick.

"Cool!" he said.

He reached into his pocket, took out 6 Galleons and placed them neatly in the cupboard. Then he closed the door. He waited for a while and opened it again.

The 6 Galleons had disappeared.

"Well, the owner had taken the rental money. Let's fly." said Harry, his eyes shining with excitement.

He turned off the lights and pulled me to the balcony.

"Ladies first." he said and held out his hand.

I looked at the broomstick uncertainly. The last time I rode it was back in my first year in Hogwarts and I had to admit that I didn't like it much.

"I don't know...." I started but shut up when I saw Harry's face. It looked kind of desperate.

Swallowed nervously, I took Harry's hand and sat on the broomstick. I gripped on the handle tightly before Harry got on it himself. I released the broom for a second and wrapped my arms around Harry's waist tightly.

"Relax, Hermione, it would be great." said Harry and pressed the button.

He kicked off and we went flying into the night. I closed my eyes, all I could feel was the cool night air against my face.

"Open your eyes, Hermione!" called Harry.

I opened my eyes slowly and realised that Harry and I were flying just above the trees. Couples were strolling below us but they didn't seem to notice that there was another couple flying above them. We flew past night clubs, seeing people dancing below us and restaurants, where people were enjoying their meals outdoors and admiring the night scenery.

"See, isn't it great?" asked Harry.

I smiled slightly. Well, the idea of flying through the night air of Miami was pretty good....

"This is too crowded, let's go to somewhere else." I heard Harry saying.

Before I knew it, he flew upwards, like a rocket.

"AAAHHHHH!!" I screamed and held on to Harry tighter.

"Whoa, Hermione, calm down!" said Harry as he flew horizontally. "And will you please don't hold so tightly, I know you love me but squeezing your lover to death isn't a way of showing your love."

I released him slightly. "Sorry."

We flew towards the ocean and I closed my eyes again, tried not to look down at the cold waters of the Atlantic, I didn't want to think what would happen if we fell into it.

"Look, Hermione, look around you." said Harry.

I opened my eyes again and looked around. I gasped in shock. There was nothing else around us except the night sky. It was filled with stars and the moon was so bright, so near that you could almost touch it with your hand. The stars were so beautiful, they were like diamonds in the sky.... (Now where did I see that sentence before). Everything was so, so.... romantic.

I sighed in satisfaction and leaned my head on Harry's back. I don't care that I am on a broomstick anymore. All I care about now is that I am with Harry Potter, the man that I truly love.....

Harry is great, Diary. I love him so much. He's the most important person in my life. He saves me from my awful marriage and gives me the most romantic, beautiful and powerful thing in my entire life: love.

I swear to you Diary, that I will love him forever and ever.

Hermione

"I don't know what to say." said Katie when Ginny finished. "Hermione's entries were so, so sad, romantic and moving....."

"Her entries make me want to cry." said Angelina.

"I wonder," said Fred. "If Hermione loved Harry so much, why didn't she break up with Krum and marry to Harry before she died?"

All the people in the group turned their heads to Neville and Ginny.

"Don't look at us." said Neville quickly. "We don't know anything."

"Really?" asked George, raising his eyebrow.

Neville nodded.

"All right." said Fred. "We let you two off. (Neville and Ginny sighed in relief) But why? Why didn't Hermione marry Harry?"

"Maybe she wrote it down in the diary." suggested Oliver.

"That's right, maybe she did." said Ginny and handed the diary to her husband. "You read the next one, Neville."

Neville took a glance at the diary and handed it to Oliver. "It's R-rated!" he said, blushing furiously and jumping up from his seat. The next thing they knew, he was out in the garden again.

"Aren't you joining him, Ginny?" asked Alicia.

"Later. He will be all right by his own." said Ginny. "I want to know what they did on their vacation. I will get out when the R-rated part comes."

"All righty then." said Oliver, clearing his throat.