None of the story is mine I am following a book written by Suzanne Weyn& Diana Gonzalez. I'll try to update 1 time a week. Here's chapy 5…

"What good is getting sexy suit if you are going to wear the world biggest T-shirt at all times?" Ron asked as they left Ocean Drive and strolled along the beaches cement walkway a few days later.

"All right! All right!" Hermione cried. Yanking off her over sized T-shirt, she scowled at Ron. She turned in a circle, showing off the skimpy hot pink bikini. "There! Are you happy?"

"You look great. I'd be even happier if you lost the glasses." He replied.

"Can you tell me why you want to see me stumbling around half naked and nearly blind!" she grumbled.

"You don't have to be blind. You know that you can wear your contacts," he countered. "You have them, so why don't you use them?"

"They make my eyes feel dry."

"They do not. You just never gave them a chance," he insisted. "Your eyes are awesome! Why did you want to hide them behind glasses?"

Hermione suddenly sat down on a bench set off of the walkway. "Why are you picking on me today?" she asked.

"I'm not," he insisted with an edge of annoyance, but then he softened and sat beside her. "Am I? I don't mean to. It's just that it seem as if you hide behind those big shirts and beach cover-ups and your glasses. And sometimes I think you even…" He stopped himself, deciding not to say what had bed on the tip of his tongue.

"What?" she demanded.

"Well that you hide behind me, too," he added.

"I do not!" she cried indignantly.

"Hermione, you only dated two guys through high school, and only for a few months each," he reminded her.

"They weren't any fun. I always had more fun hanging out with you," she said.

"But we even went to the prom together."

"I had fun at the prom," she said. "I thought that you did too."

"I did, but…" He sighed, seeming to run out of steam and not finding the right words for what he wanted to express. "It was a fun night."

Three good-looking guys in there twenties were walking along the path toward them. Ron waved, and they waved back. "That's Marc, Jon, and Ethan," he told her. "They share the apartment upstairs- the big one next to Luna."

"Yours?" she guessed.

"Totally," he answered. "Marc, the cute one with the long blonde hair, is a costume designer for a gay theatre group. Jon, the one who look like Adam Sandler, is a psych student at the University of Miami, and the last guy, Ethan, the skinny one, is writing a screenplay. Nice guys." He stood up and took a step toward them. "I'm going to go say hi. Come and meet them."

Hermione stayed seated. "I'll be there in a minute. You go." Really, she would have loved to meet them. But she was thinking about what Ron had said: that she hid behind him. Maybe it was true, in a way. And what if he was feeling that he needed some space from her? People always thought that they were a couple, and that could make it difficult for him to meet other guys, even if it was just as friends.

He took a step to leave but stopped, "You okay?" he asked.

"Yep. Catch you later." He still seemed hesitant about leaving, so she got up and, with a wave, sauntered off along the walkway just beyond the trees and the benches. She passed two men who looked her over with long, lingering glances. She hurried away and, when they stopped staring, put the T-shirt back on.

She spied Luna at her smoothie stand, with it's yellow gleaming metal cart and cheerful yellow umbrella, and hurried toward her. It was great to see a friendly face when she was suddenly feeling all alone.

"Oh, thank god you're here!" Luna greeted her. "I'm dying to go to the loo!"

Hermione looked at her quizzically. "The loo?"

"The WC, the water closet! The little girls' room!" Luna explained.

"Oh! Sure! Go!" Hermione told her. "I'll watch the stand."

"Thanks," I'm sure that no one will come. It's been as slow as snails all day. If someone comes by, just say that I'll be back."

"I can handle it," Hermione assured her. How hard could it be to make a smoothie?

Daisy rushed off, and Hermione stepped behind the cart. She watched the people walking by, wondering what each of them did and why they had come to South Beach. Everything was so different from New York City. Maybe she'd try to get over to the university soon to check out the-

"Excuse me." A voice pulled her out of her reverie.

Hermione turned and froze.

It was him- the amazing hottie that they'd see in the store!

"Could I get a Tropical Kiss?"

"Huh?" Hermione said, too surprised by his unexpected appearance to think straight. Had he really said he wanted a kiss? She must be dreaming!

Hermione felt something like lightning zap back and forth between them. The sensation lasted a second, but it felt so real, not at all like something she'd imagined.

"A Tropical Kiss," he repeated, pointing to the sign on the front of the cart. "A coconut-strawberry-kiwi-pineapple smoothie."

"Oh! I thought that you said a tropical fish. I didn't hear you correctly."

Well that was pretty lame of me, she thought. But she felt that we had to say something to explain her dazed slowness to react. "You want a smoothie," she continued, desperately stalling until her brain could return from wherever it had disappeared to. "Sure. Sure thing"

God! How gorgeous! Now that she saw him up close he was even more insanely handsome than she thought. His olive skin was perfectly tanned. He even smelled delicious, like coconut and almond sunscreen.

He took off his sunglasses and cleaned them on his white linen shirt. Looking up, he smiled at her. Just as they had when she first saw him, his whiter than white teeth glinted in the sun. Unbelievably green eyes sparkled at her, and she noticed that they were flecked with brown and gold and rimmed with thick black lashes.

All at once she was glad she'd put her big T-shirt back on and, at the same time, wished she hadn't. At least she could take off her glasses and hope that Ron was right about her eyes being amazing. So what if she couldn't see his face as well as before? It was a face that she wasn't likely to forget.

"One Tropical Kiss coming up," she said, removing her glasses with what she hoped was a casual gesture, as if one always did this before concocting a mixed beverage.

The trick now was seeing the ingredients inside the cart without her glasses. It shouldn't be too hard. Pineapple was yellow, strawberry was red, kiwi was green and the coconut was white. The frozen yogurt was cold. She could feel her way to it. She could manage this.

"Didn't I see you in a store a few days ago?" he asked.

I see you in a store a few days ago?" he asked.

Yes! She cheered inwardly. He remembered seeing her- not Ron. He was straight!

"You were looking at bathing suits," he reminder her.

"Oh yes, now I remember," she said, working hard to seem cool. She put the ingredients into the blender. "I was with a friend of mine." She hoped that he picked up on the way that she'd said friend. Not a boyfriend, just a friend.

"Oh I didn't notice your friend," he said, "but I remember seeing you. Did you find anything that you liked?"

Liked? Did her know how much she liked him? Was she that obvious? Then she realized what he meant. "Oh you mean a bathing suit. Yes I found one I liked."

She tossed the ingredients into the blender and hit the button.

Smoothie goop instantly sprayed everywhere! She'd forgotten to put on the top before hitting the button!

Blindly, she pounded on the blender's controls as the two of them were pelted with cold, sticky smoothie. She hit it frantically but she couldn't find the off button.

The smoothie shot into her hair and on her T-shirt. And it was all over him. Even without her glasses she could see that much!

"Gaw!" Luna cried, running back toward them. "What is going on?"

"Your back! Great," Hermione cried, wanting only to disappear. "Sorry about the mess."

Luna punched the off button, and the smoothie storm whirred to a halt. Luna burst into peals of laughter. "The two of look such a fright!"

Mystery hottie stood there, his arms extended from his sides, dripping smoothie.

"Yea, sorry about… it all," Hermione apologized to him. There was no salvaging this disaster. She just had to get out of this mortifying scene instantly. "See ya!"

Avoiding the blurry shaped along the walkway, she ran toward the sidewalk. When she got there, she hurried back toward her apartment, leaving a trail of pink smoothie footprints on the sidewalk as she went.

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