A/N- Thanks to all my reviewers.

jemythefreak- Is she? I thought that she was a year younger than Harry and Ron. Anyways, thanks.

LiLbLueangeL1223 - no actually it wasn't stupid, i liked it. Too bad i didnt think of it. ;)

Draco's Wife Lover - HAHA now that i like too! thanks for saying my writings good! I can throw it in my English teacher's face! HAH! take that!

Gerards Girl - Alot of people suggested that plot. You know giving up hope and then finding him. But i think i'll give it my own twist ;).

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Here's the 3rd Chapter-

Divas Las Vegas

Chapter 3- Crystal Valley

"Hold on to your bags, Ginny!" Mrs. Weasley cried, "Hermione, you too!"

"Yes, Mother," Ginny replied.

We were standing in front of the port key.

I gripped my bags tightly, I saw Ginny doing the same. After quite tearful goodbyes we were on our way.

"Remember, the room is reserved under my name," said Mr. Weasley.

He had reserved 2 rooms in the 'Crystal Valley' hotel. From what I've read about it, it's one of the best. I had been surprised when I read that, I mean The Weasley's aren't the richest people I know. It turns out that the owner isn't a muggle; he's a half blood wizard, and very good friends with Mr. Weasley. I guess it's better having connections rather than money.

"Alright!" Mr. Weasley shouted, although he could be heard quite well without raising his voice, "On the count of three, touch the port key!"

"Okay, Dad," Ginny said.

"1…2…3!" He shouted.

I grabbed the port key, immediately my surroundings started to swirl. I felt my knees give way, I almost made the mistake of letting my bags go to support my fall, but that would leave me in Las Vegas without any luggage. I hoped Ginny hadn't done that.

Before I knew what, I felt my legs hit gritty concrete. The roughness grazed my knees.

My head was spinning, I felt extremely dizzy. After my head had settled and the rainbow colours around me disappeared, I sat up. I saw Ginny, holding her bags, sitting just a little away from me. Then I saw a small, excitable looking man, with a big grey moustache and an expensive looking suit on. His blue eyes twinkled when he saw us.

"Welcome, welcome!" he said, his voice shrill with excitement.

"Hey," Ginny grunted as she heaved herself off the floor.

I got up and for the first time noticed my surroundings, I was not in the blinding lights of nightclubs and casinos. No, instead I was in a grey, grainy alleyway behind a large building. Hardly what I had dreamed of Las Vegas. Anyway, I managed to shake the man's hand and say, "Nice to meet you, sir, I'm Hermione Granger." I looked over at Ginny, "And this is Ginny Weasley."

"Ah!" The man exclaimed. "It's a pleasure to meet you'll, I'm Mr. Duncan Smith."

We smiled at him.

"Well, let me take you to my hotel! My limousine is parked out in front."

I gave Ginny a look, Mr. Duncan noticed it.

"You didn't think I'd leave you here?" he chuckled. "I had to receive you'll somewhere private. Let's get going. Watson, the bags!"

Very soon a young man in a tight black chauffeur suit picked up our bags and led us to a shiny black limousine. After loading the bags he swiftly opened the door for Ginny, Mr. Duncan and I.

Outside of the alley way I saw the Las Vegas I was expecting. The lights, the casinos, the nightclubs and hotels. Every corner there was a limousine. I kept wondering who was in each one. All the windows were tinted. In the car, Mr. Duncan told us the story of how Ginny's father, Mr. Weasley had helped him out of a tough spot. And that was why he was so grateful to him.

Finally we reached our destination…one of the most beautiful hotels I have ever seen!

The limousine drew closer to a big castle like building surrounded by huge walls. Soon we were in front of a tall drawbridge and it was let down and we drove in and…Ohmygod! It was like a dream. Acres and acres of just gorgeousness! Lakes, springs, fountains, trees, flowers, so many pretty things. The hotel itself was gorgeous, a huge castle with towers and tinted glass. Every room had a balcony looking out at the garden. The rooms that didn't face the front had views of the leisure side of the hotel with the swimming pools, spas, sport complexes, and other such things.

The name' Crystal Valley' was engraved into the stone above the entrance to the hotel.

The car stopped at the doors. The doormen opened the doors. Watson got out and opened the boot to get the bags out. After all of us were out of the car, Mr. Duncan led us into the hotel. The interior was just as gorgeous…crystal chandeliers, red carpeting, and candles. Breathtaking to say the least.

We followed Mr. Duncan to the reception.

"Mr. Duncan!" greeted the receptionist, a pretty girl in her 20's. "You're back so early, here's your penthouse suite key." She handed him a plastic card, which I figured was a kind of key.

"Lovely to see you again, Beth," Mr. Duncan said, "Now how about the room I reserved for my friend's daughter and her friend?"

"Oh, yes, that's all settled, Mr. Duncan. Here is the key." She said smiling, handing me the card.

"Hermione, Ginny, I'd like you to meet, Beth. If you have any problems you can call her directly."

"Hi." Ginny and I said in unison.

"Nice to meet you girls," Beth said, flashing a brilliant smile. "You're room is on the 30th floor."

Ginny and I looked at each other. 30th floor? Whoa, that's pretty high! I thought.

"Why don't you girls go up to your rooms for now, once you've washed and changed I'll give you'll a personal tour of the hotel before dinner." Mr. Duncan offered generously.

"That'll be great!" I said.

Ginny nodded enthusiastically.

"Tim, the bellboy will show you the way." Beth rang a bell on the reception desk and a sandy haired bellboy appeared. I presumed he would be Tim. He tipped his hat. And loaded our bags onto a trolley. We followed him to the elevator.

Despite the medieval looking exterior of the hotel the elevator was futuristic looking with reflective glasses and shining lights. Tim, the bellboy pressed the number '30' button on the number range.

He smiled at Ginny and me.

"So," he said in a drawling American accent, "How long you gals, plannin' on stayin' here at Crystal Valley?"

"Around a month." Ginny said.

Tim whistled.

"That a long time to be stayin' in a suite, that is." He said, "You on some internship or something?"

Ginny gave me a puzzled look.

"Um…kind of." I lied. I didn't want to tell anyone the real reason. We were chasing a boy.

"Right." He said.

We were awkwardly silent for the next 10 seconds. Then the elevator chimed as it reached the 30th floor.

Me and Ginny walked out and waited for Tim to wheel the trolley to our room. Ginny swiped the card through a slot above the handle of the door and we could hear the locks withdraw. She turned the handle and the door opened.

We walked into the room in awe. It was like an apartment. Well, what was I to expect with a penthouse suite? Tim showed us where the bedrooms, bathrooms, mini bar, TV, and things were. He also taught us how to operate the remote control for he TV, fireplace, lights and the other baffling electronics.

After Tim left, I looked at Ginny, Ginny looked back at me. At the same time we leapt onto the bad and started jumping on it and screaming.

These days were going to be the best days of my life!

A/N - How was that? Btw, this hotel isn't real, I made it up. (That's why its such a crap, unrealistic hotel. haha!) Oh yeah and this Mr. Duncan kind of owns the hotel so he gave them this penthouse suite and they don't have to pay, so thats how they managed to get one. Yes, unrealistic but hey, its fun! Anyway, please review!