Whose idea was it to go to America for the summer? Whose brilliant mind came up with such a brilliant plan? It was bad enough being completely ignorant about the muggle ways of transport and money trading. And there were always people staring at them, stunned by their funny accents. Hermione was the only one that didn't have extreme trouble understanding people through their thick American accents. Oh well, too late now, Ginny thought, staring out at the sea through the airplane window. At least her best friends surrounded her. They had rented a cabin in the middle of nowhere in a land called Tennessee. It was supposedly a beautiful place.

Ginny looked away from the window with a slight pounding behind her eyes from staring straight into the sun for too long. She looked at her hand, entwined with Draco's, and then looked up at Draco. His height topped that of the seats they were sitting in, and his head lolled backward onto his. She wondered if everyone on the plane could see him, asleep and drooling, since he stuck out above the seat. On Draco's shoulder was a dark, messy head. Blaise came along for the "American Pie". He was drooling onto Draco and Ginny smacked herself for not having a camera. She bet that they had been like that since forever, always inseparable, drooling on each other. Directly in front of Ginny sat Cho, but her slight figure wasn't visible around the seat edges. In front of Draco was Harry, who was resting his head in Cho's lap, and in front of Blaise was Luna, who came because… wait, why did Luna come? Across the aisle were Ron and Hermione. Hermione's face was hidden in her mass of hair and she was asleep as well, against Ron. Ron was wide-awake, almost in tears and thoroughly absorbed in the chick-flick that was currently playing. Sure, it was a sad movie, with Jack dying in the end and all, but everybody knows that he dies. It's no big surprise.

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Draco woke up to the obnoxious ding that airplanes randomly emitted with a curtain of red hair cascading off of his knees and Blaise's head right in his crotch. Unpleasant, to say the least.

"Ahem," he said pointedly.

Ginny stirred and shot upright, muttering "What the --?"

Blaise's head stayed put.

"BLAISE!" he shouted, not caring much about waking him gently.

"Say my name, baby…"

"AAAAAAAAARGH!" Draco shouted, shoving his head forcefully off of his lap. Blaise thudded onto the ground and didn't even wake up until Draco began shoving his big toe up his nose.

Ron and Hermione were both weeping through the ending credits of the movie.

After everyone was aroused, they began the treacherous chore of gathering their carry-on items while people shoved their ways down the aisles. Collecting luggage was even worse and Harry didn't even bother explaining the boards with numbers and words that kept shifting and changing.

The cabin was enormous. Well, enormous for a cabin. Ginny always imagined small shacks at the word cabin, and that made this one seem extravagant. It was two stories tall. According to Harry, there were four bedrooms and three bathrooms inside. Harry opened the front door and stepped into a sitting room by the look of it. He dropped his luggage at his feet and looked up and around. Everyone else did the same.

"Right," said Harry, "Since there are four bedrooms, we'll have to split of into pairs. Me and Cho, Gin and Draco, Hermione and Ron, and there's only one left. I would say that Luna should get the bed since she's the lady, but I also think Blaise will be needing a room with a door, so I'll leave you two to decide."

Luna and Blaise looked at each other.

"You can have the bed," said Luna, and there were no further arguments.

"And there are three bathrooms," Harry continued, "So no one will really have their own; we'll all just have to share."

There were mumbles of 'okay'.

"Let's go pick our rooms!" said Harry brightly, and then he paused and looked at Blaise. "I think you should take the room on the first floor."

Then they were off, leaving their luggage forgotten in the downstairs sitting room. There was also a sitting room upstairs and Luna claimed it.

"Wait…" Ron said after he won the battle against Harry for the master bedroom, "Seven out of the eight of us are up here. And two of the bathrooms are on the first floor…?"

"I CALL THE BATHROOM!" Ginny screamed.

"Well, that's taken care of," Blaise said from the top of the stairwell, "By the way, Luna, the bed in my room is big enough for two…"

Luna shot him a look.

"Okay, I'm going back downstairs."

They headed back down together to get their luggage. Harry carried up Cho's and Luna's luggage first, and then had to make another trip to get his own. Everyone secretly laughed at him. Then they split off into their respective pairs to examine their rooms. After half-heartedly unpacking, they emerged again to explore the rest of the house. Cho and Ginny walked out onto the second-story porch and Harry and Hermione went down to explore the first floor.

"Oh, would you look at that pool!" Cho exclaimed.

The pool was startlingly large, like the house, and looked so cool and clear and, most of all, inviting.

"Yep, time for a swim," Ginny responded and they walked back into the house. Ginny shouted "Hey everybody! We're going swimming!" from the top of the stairs while Cho went down the hallway with the bedrooms and announced the news to people there.

When they were all appropriately dressed, they rushed out with bare feet onto the plush, green grass in the backyard. The boys hooted and hollered as they jumped in, Blaise in blue swim trunks, Draco in black, Harry in camouflage, and Ron in bright red. Cho's swimsuit was plain but flattering, Hermione's modest but cute, Ginny's a cross between both, and Luna's… well, it made her look like a model with her blonde hair cascading down her back and her surprisingly large chest over filling the top.

The girls pondered for a moment before jumping in; the boys were being so rowdy that they might have gotten squashed. They jumped in anyway.

It was nice and cool and felt even better than it had looked from the balcony.

Swimming made them all hungry so they ordered four pizzas and ate them all. That made them all full and sleepy and they all congregated in the downstairs sitting room and lay in a big pile on the floor in front of the fire.

Ginny had her back against Draco's chest with Hermione flopped on her front beside her and Ron lying with his head on Hermione's back and his legs slung across Ginny's. Cho was sitting in Harry's lap with Luna's head in her lap and Blaise lying on the couch with his arms hanging off one end and his feet hanging off the other.

"What a day," said Ron with an extraordinary sigh.

"No kidding," Cho said.

"I thought I wouldn't have half as much fun here as I would have at home catching jinkets with Dad," Luna said from Cho's lap, "But I really am having a ton of fun."

Everyone exchanged a glance, seeing if anyone was brave enough to even ask. No one was.

"Well," said Ginny with a yawn, "I think I'm going to head up to bed."

Everyone mumbled 'g'night's and Ginny went upstairs to get her shampoo and things. She left Draco to trying to turn on the muggle film-screen and went to go take a shower.

It felt nice to have the pool water washed out of her hair and off of her skin she dried thoroughly and snuck through the sitting room (for by now they were all asleep on top of each other) and headed upstairs.

Draco was no longer struggling with all the buttons on the film-screen in the sitting room, nor was he in their room. Ginny was about to check downstairs when she caught sight of him through the sliding glass doors that led out onto the balcony. The bright light out there was shining right in his face, so Ginny turned it off before sliding the door open and walking out onto the deck. The air was cooling and had a slight breeze on it.

Draco was lying on his back with his hands behind his head, looking up at the stars. There were more stars than Ginny had ever seen all at once. Draco's body looked so inviting and Ginny just had to go lay on top of him. Hey, he was asking for it. She laid her head on his chest and listened to him breath.

"What a day, huh?" Draco said.

"Mmhmm," mumbled Ginny. The rhythmic rising and falling of Draco's chest was putting her to sleep at an alarming speed.

"Gin, if you could be anywhere in the world, doing anything imaginable, where would you be and what would you be doing?" Draco randomly asked.

Ginny smiled in the darkness.

"I would be right here, doing just this," she said truthfully, then decided to get him back. "Draco, what do you want in life?"

He smiled as well, seeing her trying to get revenge for him getting all philosophical on her.

"I want…" he paused. What did he want? "I want peace."

"Bloody tree-hugger," Ginny said with a laugh.

"Not peace like that," he started, "Peace like this."

He looked pointedly at her. Ginny smiled up at him.

"So you're just going to say 'Damn the trees as long as Ginny is lying on top of me'?" Ginny said.

"Yes," Draco replied.

Ginny gaped at him and said, "That's mean!"

"Well, wouldn't you damn all the trees as long as I'm laying on top of you?"

"Well, besides the fact that you weigh twice as much as me and would squash me into oblivion, yes!" she said, now propped up on her elbows so that she could look him full in the face.

"So you're saying you want to be on top?" he asked mischievously.

"Ugh, Draco…" Ginny sighed, letting her head flop back down onto his chest.

They slid into a comfortable silence and it wasn't long before Ginny was fast asleep on top of Draco. Later all except for Blaise and Luna sleepwalked up the stairs and Draco waved at them through the glass door as they passed.

What with the warm, soft girl on top of him, Draco soon felt sleep tugging at him as well. All the drowning the other boys today was catching up to him. He was in the most comfortable and peaceful situation he'd ever been in and he couldn't resist the sleep very long. He committed the moment to memory and obligingly closed his eyes.

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Told ya it'd be fluffy beyond belief, but soak it up because things are about to get messy! Bwahahah!