Summary: Looks like Hogwarts won't be re-opening for a while so our favourite characters decide to hire a magically enlarged combi van and ROAD TRIP their way around the United Kingdom. It's going to be an interesting ride for all our favourite couples but will it be true love or just a summer fling. HPGW RWHG FWAJ GWKB

Hey! Back with chapter 2 and it's much longer. Just a quick note FOR THE PURPOSE OF THIS STORY ONLY the Weasley's have electric lights in their house.

Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter phenomenon or any of it's various embellishments.

HARRY POTTER: A road trip

Chapter 2: An evening in the kitchen

The rain pounded relentlessly against the windows. The kitchen was overcrowded, wet and full of Weasleys. Bill and Fleur had just arrived along with Charlie, who was supporting a brown haired goddess on his arm. Harry and Ginny were laughing in the corner (and, Ron noted, that the two were far too close together), Fred and George were entertaining Angelina and Katie with their latest products and the older Weasleys were all enjoying fire whisky around the fire.

'When will Hermione be here' Ron thought crappily, glancing up at the clock. It was already 6pm. Suddenly something small and feathery slammed against the window Ron was sitting by. He was initially alarmed but then realised it was just Pigwedgion. 'Hermione' he though excitedly, tearing the envelope open.

Ron,

I hope this letter reaches you in time. There's been a terrible misunderstanding on my part and I will now be arriving by Floo powder. Unfortunately, I will also be arriving at midnight. Don't bother waiting up for me; I'll be as quiet as I can.

See you soon,

Love Hermione

'Love Hermione'. Ron ran his finger over the words. Was it really signed with love? He sure hoped it was.

"Ron!"

Ron jerked up guiltily. Mrs Weasley was leaning over him.

"When's Hermione arriving dear?"

Ron handed the letter up to her, almost carelessly.

"Oh well. That's alright I suppose," said Mrs Weasley, "I'll just get the spare bed up in Ginny's room out. Oh dear!"

She clapped a hand to her forehead,

"Where am I going to put Angelina and Katie?"

"In with us!" cried Fred and George.

"Certainly not." Snapped Mrs Weasley, glaring at them.

"Angelina and Katie can bunk with me and Hermione" Ginny piped up.

"All four of you in the one room?" asked Mrs Weasley worriedly.

"Yeah it'll be fun," spoke up Katie, "Sleep over" she giggled.

"OMG! SLUMBER PARTY!" all three girls screamed.

They danced around in a circle giggling; much to the displeasure of all seven males in the room.

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Ron pinched himself to stay awake. Tentatively he glanced over his shoulder at the still form of Harry. Was he still awake? Hadn't it been long enough? Still Ron couldn't be sure. There was too much at stake, including Ron's pride. Soon though, Harry's soft snores were heard. Blessing his best friends sleeping habits Ron slowly got out of bed. He tiptoed across the room and out in the passageway. Just as Ron reached the stairs he heard someone giggle behind him. He spun around, wand raised – ready to hex whoever had sprung him.

Light spilled out from underneath Ginny's door. Ron breathed a sigh of relief.

"Girls" he muttered, rolling his eyes.

He stole silently down the stairs, pausing every now and then to check if he was being followed. Finally, Ron reached the kitchen. The storm had cleared and the moon was revealed. Its swollen brightness coated the kitchen in an eerie blue glow.

Ron sat himself on the kitchen table, facing the fireplace. Now all there was left to do was wait.

Barely five minutes had passed before the fireplace ignited, brining with it the spiralling form of Hermione.

"Hermione!" Ron cried, jumping up to support his friend as she fell out of the grate.

"Hello, cough, Ron" Hermione spluttered, spitting out some ashes.

Ron shifted uncomfortably.

"Would you like some tea? Do you want a biscuit? Freshly baked this morning. Or maybe some cordial? Let me see, we've got raspberry, lemon – "

"Ron!" Hermione cut in, laughing, "I'm perfectly fine."

"Oh" said Ron. He goggled at her. She stared back at him, her gaze confident, unwavering.

"This is ridiculous Ron, really" Hermione said, turning away from him.

"I agree completely," said Ron. He took a deep breath, it was now or never.

"So… Will you go out with me?" he looked at her hopefully.

Hermione twirled around, shocked.

"I meant…I meant it's ridiculously late" She turned away from Ron again.

"Ok" he said, lowering his head, "It doesn't matter"

Then Hermione turned around, grinning widely.

"Ron Weasley, will you go out with me?" she asked.

Ron looked at her in disbelief. Then he strode over to her and took her in his arms. There was nothing uncomfortable about it. It was (Ron thought) probably the most comfortable situation he'd ever been in.

But it got better.

Their heads moved closer together and finally, their lips met. The first kiss between Ron and Hermione was amazing. It was thrilling, passionate, exciting, delicious and bittersweet. It was an event so many, including Ron and Hermione, had hoped for, for a long time.

When they broke apart Hermione smiled and rested her head against Ron's forehead.

"I guess that's a yes," she whispered.

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Hermione felt on top of the world as she climbed the stairs to Ginny's room. Suddenly everything, it seemed, had just fallen into place.

Hermione paused. There was light shining from beneath Ginny's door. Confused, she made her way in. The sight that met her eyes truly shocked her. She stood bedazzled for a moment and then dropped her belongings and then, along with the other members of the room, squealed,

"SLUMBER PARTY!"

After Hermione changed into her pyjamas Angelina, Katie, Ginny and her squeezed into one of the beds in the room.

"Ok," said Ginny, " We have to be quiet. We didn't exactly invite Phlegm or Annie"

"Annie?" asked Hermione, confused.

"Charlie's girlfriend" explained Katie.

"Anyway," continued Ginny, "Before you arrived we were talking about al the guys we've kissed"

Hermione nodded, blushing.

"So?" prompted Angelina, "You snogged Krum and McLaggen right?"

"Yeah," said Hermione.

"And…anyone else?" asked Ginny. Angelina and Katie moved in. Hermione bit her lip. The fresh memory excited her far too much.

"Ron" she managed to whisper. Utter silence fell. There was a growing feeling of excitement in the room.

"When?" asked Ginny quietly, she could hardly suppress her grin though.

"Less than ten minutes ago" Hermione blushed and touched her lips.

In Ginny's room all hell broke loose.

Utter pandemonium reigned.

However, the other members of the household did not agree with this sudden outbreak of noise. Door slammed and distant yells were heard. Annoyed thumping on both walls began and the continual banging of what seemed to be a kettle was heard from below.

A light flicked on in the hall, Mr Weasley's slow steps came closer. The four girls screamed and jumped into the closet bed. The door swung open. Mr Weasley stood tired and slumped in a patched dressing gown.

"Please girls," he sighed, "I've been at the ministry all day and I'd really appreciate it if you left me, and everyone else in this house, to their sleep."

Her turned off the light and walked out of the room. The girls giggled for a moment and then retired to their slumber. But not before Ginny had padded across the room and snuck into Hermione's bed.

"Well," she whispered to her, under the covers, "What was it like?"

"It was the best ever!" Hermione whispered back, accidentally kicking Ginny in her excitement.

"Ow!"

"Sorry," apologised Hermione. Then she smiled, "Hey, what about you and Harry?"

Ginny just grinned madly. The two friends giggled and shook each other. Then Ginny went back and silence reigned.

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Elven Tresses