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

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Hello ma little friends. I'm back with a whole new chapter. This chapter was actually heaps of fun to write but not very long. So, enjoy…

Disclaimer: JK Rowling owns Harry Potter. JK Rowling is a millionaire. I am broke. I am not JK Rowling. I do not own Harry Potter.

Reminder: Lupin and Tonks are coming to dinner and the assorted company is going on a road trip in a combi van.

And remember as always, THERE IS NO SUCH THING AS REALISM!

HARRY POTTER: A road trip

Chapter 4: A la Van

Mr Weasley arrived home at duck – in a bright red combi van. Fred, Angelina, George, Katie, Harry, Ginny, Ron and Hermione rushed out to greet him.

"It's brilliant!" gushed Fred, running his hands over the bodywork.

"It doesn't look very big" said Ginny doubtfully.

"Ah ha!" said Mr Weasley, getting down from the drivers seat. "This is no ordinary van"

"Oh Arthur" sighed Mrs Weasley, who had followed her children out.

"It's fine Molly" he assured her, holding his hands up in front of him.

There was an anticipating pause.

"Now," began Mr Weasley, taking on the gleeful countenance of an overexcited car salesman, "There's no need to drive this thing. It works on a verbal command. For example;"

Mr Weasley jumped into the drivers seat and said loudly and clearly, "The chook pen"

With a deep rumble and a low hissing sound the van started up and drove smoothly over to the chook pen. The others (minus Mrs Weasley) ran behind it, laughing.

Mr Weasley hopped out again.

"Now, there's no need for you to sit up the front because all Muggles will see is a 30 year old male wearing a baseball cap driving."

"Why a baseball cap?" asked Angelina. Mr Weasley looked stumped for a moment and chose not to answer that question.

"If you'll just step into the back," he said.

The door slid open and they all stepped in. Harry looked around in wonderment. The interior of the van rminded him much of the tent he had shared with the Weasleys at the Quidditch world cup; except much more modern.

A circular couch stood in the centre of the room, scattered with colourful cushions. There were two large niches on both sides of the van and in each of these a large mattress nestled. At the end of the van, closest to the front, a sparkling kitchnette stood and in front was an impossibly long counter with eight delicate stools. At the opposite end there was only a door.

Harry moved curiously toward it but Hermione got there first.

"OMG! A hot tub!" she squealed.

Everyone rushed in. Harry gazed inj awe at the shining bathroom. The spotless tiles under his feet were heated and intricate blue designs flowed over the walls. In the middle of the bathroom stood the hot tub in all it's glory and showers, bathtubs and toilets fell to either side.

Beaming, and reasonably flushed from the steam, the group pushed their way back to the centre of the van.

Mrs Weasley had turned a nasty shade of red and was tapping her wand impatiently against her arm. Mr Weasley confronted the group uneasily.

"Your mother had decided," he began, "that – "

"Four beds Arthur!" Mrs Weasley screeched, "There are EIGHT children" (Fred and George spluttered angrily at this) "there will be a STRICT sleeping plan. One that is to be FOLLOWED ALWAYS!"

The group glanced at eachother.

"Fred and George," she said, pointing her wand at a mattress, "Harry and Ron, Hermione and Ginny and Angelina and Katie"

There was a silence in which Mrs Weasley's wand emitted several angry sparks and Fred smiled slyly.

"Lupin and Tonks are here" called Charlie from the house.

"Merlins Beard! I forgot the potatoes!" cried Mrs Weasley, hurrying out. Mr Weasley stared uncomfortably after her.

"Well you kids better pack for your trip" he said absently, moving toward the door.

Giggling excitedly, the group raced toward the house and squeezed through the door.

"Wotch – " began Tonks, but the group just streamed past her, hardly pausing to give her a quick wave. Laughing they ran up the stairs, banging on the walls and chafing one another.

The girls burst into Ginny's room and began picking up their scattered belongings.

"I've never been away, you know properly, without Mum and Dad before" said Ginny excitedly as she unloaded her entire (though rather small) wardrobe into a suitcase.

"Oooh! Who owns this?" cacked Angelina, holding up a very lacy, very black and very see through bra. Hermione gasped and shoved the bra hurriedly into her own bag.

Suddenly Ginny gave a scream of delight.

"What?" asked Katie.

"If you want lingerie; I know where to find it" answered Ginny, mischievously. She raced out of the room.

Angelina, Katie and Hermione shared a bemused giggle and continued packing. Ginny arrived back several minutes later, sweating and lugging a small Louis Vuitton suitcase. Hermione gasped and reached out for it.

"Sorry I took so long," she panted, "But I'd forgotten how well I'd hidden it"

"What do you mean hidden it?" asked Katie, watching Hermione absurdly hug the Vuitton.

"Fleur forget it last time she visited. Rather absent minded of her when you see what's in it but I think you'll find it's all in perfectly in order" Ginny smiled.

The girls gently prised the suitcase away from Hermione and lay it on Angelina's bed where it sat, begging to be opened.

"Here we go!" said Ginny, not bothering to suppress her excitement. She flicked each strap and the suitcase sprang open. Every single jaw dropped. Katie gave a low moan.

"Fleur definitely has an underwear fetish," commented Angelina.

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In Harry and Ron's room things weren't going to plan. In fact, it was hard to believe how superficial they were being. Harry was desolately repacking his very small pile of clothes and beginning to regret never buying any clothes for himself. There were a few Weasley hand-me-down and knitted jumpers in the pile but there were also numerous Dudley leftovers and Harry felt his face burn in shame.

Ron, who had not shortage of clothing thanks to his mother, was also having a problem.

"I'm not good enough for her" he said glumly. Harry rolled his eyes.

"I mean, she did ask me out, but – "

"Wait a minute," said Harry amusedly, pausing his packing, "Hermione asked you out?"

The tops of Ron's ears went pink. Harry stifled a laugh, he wasn't realised surprised that things had turned out this way.

"Well I asked her out first," he grumbled.

"Oh c'mon Ron," Harry said, annoyed, "This practically proves she thinks you 'good enough' for her. At least you have clothes"

There was a silence in which Harry realised the bizarreness of his last comment.

Ron chuckled then said, "Looks like we're going a bit external mate"

Harry laughed and they continued packing.

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Mr and Mrs Weasley and Lupin and Tonks were enjoying pre-dinner drinks downstairs.

"So where are you sending them off to?" asked Tonks conversationally.

Mrs Weasley's eyes narrowed and she turned toward her husband.

"Well, er, we're sure exactly where," he stammered, "But they just want to drive around a bit. You know, see the countryside. A nice innocent outing"

There was a snigger from somewhere above. An extendable ear dangled perilously from a rafter.

"FRED! GEORGE!" yelled Mrs Weasley.

"Sit down Molly. Relax." Said Mr Weasley pulling her back down to her chair.

There was more laughing and a scraping noise above as the extendable ear whipped out of sight.

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