Chapter 3: Packing Chaos

(A/N: Hope you like this one! It's really funny!)

"Hermione?"

"Yeah?"

"Where's my brush?"

"Geeze, Gin. I thought I told you I already put it on your bed?"

"Did you?"

"Yeah."

"Oh." Ginny left the room and hurried down the stairs to check her bed. Hermione shook her head and looked at her case. Inside were the following:

All her outfits, including swimsuits, shoes, and such; three towels; shampoo and conditioner and soap (even though the hotel they would stay at would have all they needed); two brushes, ten hair ties, make-up (just a little bit of lip gloss, she wasn't the whole Parvati type.); her toothbrush, toothpaste, and floss as well as sugar free gum; and an assortment of things do bring as well such as two notebooks, pens (she didn't want to use her quills and parchment up), a number of great craft things to do, and her diary (shush!). She closed her case and walked over to the window, looking out.

The days had hardly gotten any cooler, but light breezes would start up every once-in-a-while. The sun was currently shinning down on the grounds and the people taking in Hogwarts before leaving. The giant squid was being provoked by a couple of third years. She shook her head then started out the door and down the stairs. A red-head came twirling up the stairs and almost ran into her.

"Found it!" said Ginny. "You were right. I should have looked harder. Oh, I can't wait till we leave. I'm so anxious to go. Do you have any idea what it will be like?"

"I think I read a book about it once…" Hermione said thoughtfully, "But it's bound to be great. I mean, we've never gone on vacation have we? And Dumbledore would obviously make it fun for us."

The two girls walked down the stairs and entered the Common Room. Because of the heat, the fire across them was not lit. And since they were leaving for ten weeks later tonight, the house-elves hadn't bother much with making it as super tidy as they normally did. Ron and Harry were obviously upstairs because there was only a few fourth years lounging around, looking particularly glum. Hermione just remembered with a pang that they weren't going on a trip with them or the others, or going on one at all. She felt a sudden burst of sympathy, but instead of concerning with them, she and Ginny went up the boys Dormitory to help Harry and Ron. When they entered the sixth year boys dorm, they gasped. It-was-clean!

Dean and Seamus were looking under their beds for belongings not yet stored in their packs, Neville was deciding between blue pajamas and yellow, and Ron and Harry, well…

"Where the heck is it?"

"How would I know?"

"I don't know! Help me find it!"

"You lost 'em! Not me! Wasn't my fault."

"What did you loose?" asked Hermione.

Ron turned red. "N-nothing…" he said.

Hermione raised an eyebrow. "If you tell us we could help you find it, you know." said Ginny.

"No, that's no problem, I'm fine without it. Who said I needed it? Huh? No, I'm fine. Just leave them here. Yeah, that's what I'll do. I don't really need them. So- who's hungry?" said Ron quickly. "'Cause, boy, I sure am. L-Let's go eat!"

"Hey, Mate, I found them!" said Dean enthusiastically, holding out a pair of orange boxers with two large 'c's' on them and a cannon ball.

The colour out of Ron's face disappeared.

"Thanks Seamus," said Ron, grabbing them. "So, who's hungry?"

Hermione and Ginny burst into a fit of giggles.

"What?" said Ron.

Ginny and Hermione shook their heads and left, still laughing.

"Well are you coming or not?" said Ginny, looking back at them.

Harry and Ron just stood there.

"It is lunchtime you know." Hermione declared.

"Oh, right. C'mon Ron." said Harry.

"Uh… sure." said Ron, quickly covering up his - ahem- you know what's under his blanket.

"So, are you guys all packed yet?" said Ginny as they stepped out of the Fat Lady's Portrait.

"I am." said Harry.

"I'm - almost." said Ron.

"Well you'd better hurry because we're leaving at five. It's only three hours away."

"Yeah, yeah." Ron replied, "All I have to do is get my stuff out of the bathroom."

"Well, that'll only take you five minutes so, why don't we take a walk or something before we leave?" offered Hermione.

"That sounds fun." said Ginny.

"Shoot! I forgot to pack my broom!" Harry realized.

"You're not going to need -" said Ginny, then she comprehended that he was joking. "Oh, never mind." she muttered.

"Well, well, well. Look who it is." said a voice. (A/N: He had to come into the story sometime!)

"What do you want this time, Ferret?" said Ginny.

"You're going to wish you hadn't said that." warned Draco Malfoy.

"What are you going to do, squeak at us?" said Hermione innocently.

Malfoy scowled and left with his cronies.

"Well, there's something I've never seen before." said Harry.

"What's that?" said Ron, as they crossed into the Great Hall and walked toward the Gryffindor Table.

"Malfoy just leaving off like that after what a 'mud blood' said."

Ron shrugged, sat down, and started to pile food onto his plate. The other three joined him and before they even started to eat, were interrupted by two that had walked into the almost empty Great Hall.

"Did you hear?"

Hermione looked up to see Madison and Haley, the other two girls in her dorm, standing over them. Madison looked very excited, Haley just sat down next to Hermione and poured herself some water.

"Hear what?" said Ginny.

"Well -" Madison sat down on the other side, "You remember how we're going to the island?"

"How could anyone forget?" said Ron, slurping his soup.

Madison gave him a quick glare before continuing. "Anyway. There's an opera house near the hotel where rumour has it, there is a phantom living there!"

"A what?" Hermione choked on her water.

"What?" said Ron, looking confused.

"A phantom." Madison repeated.

"The Phantom of the Opera." Haley said mysteriously.

For a long second no one said anything. Harry's and Ron's faces were full of confusion, Hermione's and Ginny's shone with fright.

"Ha! They actually believed that! That was so good!" Haley high-fived Madison and laughed.

Madison smiled saying, "Of course there's no Phantom of the Opera. You actually bought that?"

"What's the Fenton of the Opera?" said Ron.

"Phantom." corrected Hermione. "And he is a phantom who haunts an Opera, or he did a century ago--" Hermione trailed off into the story, describing the finer features of the plays that were based upon it.

"Sounds like a load of bologna to me." muttered Ron.

"Hurry up! God you Brits are slow." moaned Madison.

"I'm coming, I'm coming." said Hermione. She hurried down the stairs to the girls' staircase, trunk levitating in front of her.
"What took you so long?" said Madison suspiciously.

""I had to double check to make sure I had everything with me." replied Hermione innocently.

"Well it took ya'll long enough." muttered Madison as Ron, Ginny, and Harry came down the stairs.

"You!" screeched Madison at Harry, the last to come down, "What took you so long, eh?"

"I forgot to pack my broo-"

"Ach! Always! Always, always, always! You little boys with your silly little toys. You think you funny? You make us late!" Madison yanked Harry by the ear and started dragging him out to the corridor screeching "-late, late, late-".

Hermione, Haley, and Ginny stifled giggles as they followed behind.

"You'd better hurry up. They'll be here soon." advised McGonagall as they came down the stairs of the second floor.

She escorted them outside where everyone, or at least the ones that were going to the island, were waiting for them. Dumbledore stood looking around at them all with a slight smile on his face. No one said anything but a few whispered conversations.

"What are we supposed to be waiting for?" asked Ron down the line of students.

Almost as soon as the words left his mouth, a triple-decker bus the shade of violet appeared out of nowhere. Silver words shone on the sides: The Knight Bus. A couple of 'ooh's' and 'awe's' scattered through the crowd of students. Harry heard Haley whisper quickly to Madison, "See, I told you. Told you there was too such thing as a Knight Bus."

"Good for you, don't have a nervous breakdown, now." she muttered. Haley scowled.

"Everyone, please form a line and we will board the bus." announced Dumbledore, "If there are any - improper actions - you'll be delighted to be welcomed by detention when you return." he smiled.

As the line slowly started to move up, the six boredly tapped the ground with their feet or started to hum.

"I know a song that gets on everybody's nerves, everybody's nerves, everybody's nerves…" sang Madison.

"I know a song that gets on everybody's nerves and this is how it goes…" Joined in Haley.

"99 bottles of butterbeer on the wall…99 bottles of butterbeer.." Hermione started quietly.

"You…take one down, pass it around, 98 bottles of butterbeer on the wall…" the rest sang.

By the time they finally started to get into the bus, they had already reached 58.

"54 bottles of butterbeer on the wall!" cried Harry as they stepped up to the third floor and took seats.

The others stared at him blankly.

"What, aren't we continuing?" he asked.

"Sure, Harry, sure…" said Ron sarcastically, patting him on the back.

"Hit!" Harry heard the shrunken head call.

The Knight Bus started to drive away from Hogwarts castle and was soon on a busy street full of muggles.

"So…I'm bored." said Ginny.

"So…I'm bored." said Ginny.

"What time is it?" asked Ron.

"Ten thirty." replied Harry dully.

"Ten thirty!" cried Madison.

"Yep." said Harry.

"Okay, guess." said Hermione.

"Circle?"

"Wrong again." Hermione flipped the card over to reveal a triangle. She and Ron had been at this for an hour already.

"Okay, guess."

"Square." Hermione said with an air determination.

"Cross." Ron turned over the card.

"This is so boring." sighed Hermione.

"I've got an idea!" said Haley, "Let's play 'Would you Rather…'!"

"How do you play that?" said Harry.

"I'll ask someone a question about 'would you rather…', then they'll answer and then they ask someone a 'would you rather…' question." Haley said as though it were the most obvious thing in the world.

"Okay." said Ron and Hermione at the same time.

"Okay, I'll go first since I thought of it." Haley cleared her throat, "Harry. Would you rather…run around the Great Hall in your underwear-" she grinned and Harry turned red, "-or throw Draco Malfoy a surprise birthday party?"

Harry turned a slight shade of green and mumbled something about 'stupid game…'.

"What was that?" said Haley, putting a hand to her ear.

"First one." he muttered just loud enough for them to hear.

"Ha! Okay, now you ask someone else one, but it can't be me."

"Why not?"

"'Cause it's a rule. You can't question your questioner after they have questioned you."

"What?" said Ron.

"Nothing." Harry said quickly, "So, Ron. Would you rather kiss Parvati Patil, or Hermione Granger?"

Ron's ears looked as if they had been badly sunburnt. His eyes were wide and his mouth a tight thin line, as if trying to keep his mouth from saying anything. It was a pure terrified face.

"H-Hermione." he said, turning into a (almost) tomato.

Harry smiled. "Next," said Madison.

"H-Hermione." said Ron. And he sat thinking for a long while. "Would you rather dump me by spilling butterbeer all over my head, or Krum?"

Hermione looked astonished, but said, "Krum." instantly.

"Why?" asked Ron.

Before Hermione could open her mouth they heard a whistle. Professor McGonagall stood up and

looked around at them all. "I expect you to be on your best behaviour, Come on."

(A/N: The end of another wonderfull sure chapter. Hope you liked it! Chapter 4 will soon be on it's way! It will be probably the shortest chapter I write, so... See ya! Oh yeah. Please review! I give my thanks to those who reviewed and told me how they liked it. I could use some more support! Anyway, Byes!)