I AM SO SO SO SO SO SORRY! I had volleyball tryouts at school, and have had to juggle all my classes, writing, practice and homework. How do you guys do it?

Anyway...I'm excited to say that #Idareyou beat #frenchfries 4-1! As promised, here is chapter 2/3…

Disclaimer- No matter how many times I wish it to be, I do not own Harry Potter. *breaks down in tears* *Also! Although I am definitely going to someday, I have not been zip lining, so if anything does not add up, feel free to correct me!*

Ps. Yesterday I got a PM from one of you lovely readers...You asked to remain anonymous, and even though I don't understand why, I respect that… You said-

"Hello! For your HP story could you do each chapter in a different POV? You don't have to but I think it would be super cool."

I actually think that is a great idea! Remember that you can always leave ideas whenever you want! Anyway, I'm gonna try it out.

Pps. I couldn't stop laughing while writing this. My friends tell me I have a horrible sense of humor, but I don't think so lol. Without any more delays...here we go.

HERMIONE POV- 1:25 PM

As I walk into my room, I still cannot decide if I should bring my homework. What could possibly be more fun than homework? I mean, America is probably great, but who would rather travel than just sit down and write a twenty-four-inch essay about the book "A Study Into the Possibility of Reversing the Actual and Metaphysical Effects of Natural Death, with Particular Regard to the Reintegration of Essence and Matter"? It was quite intriguing, might I add.

"Hurry up and finish packing Hermione!" Ron shouts from down the hall. I get out my trunk, as Harry and Ron come in.

"Hermione, you haven't even started?" Ron whines, clearly excited for our vacation.

"No Ron, I was too busy getting good grades." I shoot back. He makes that exasperated sound again.

I turn around, looking at Harry. "Where are we even going? And how long will it take?. I'll go crazy if I have to sit next to him all day" I say, motioning to Ron.

Harry beams. "We're going zip-lining!" He pauses. "Fred and George sent an owl, apparently they are doing it with us." (FRED IS NOT DEAD IN THIS STORY OR ANY OF THE STORIES I MIGHT WRITE. I WILL NOT ACCEPT IT.)

I nod. Will it be hot? What should I bring? What else are we doing? I go over to my desk and grab a pice of parchment and a quill. Ron comes to look over my shoulder.

"Hold your hippogriffs. Hermione!" He whines. "What are you doing?"

I turn around. "I am creating a flowchart to demonstrate all of the possible clothing, entertainment components, and proper items for our trip." Ron gives me a questioning look.

"I'm making a checklist to display the necessary items that I require for our vacation." He raises an eyebrow.

Harry bites back a laugh, and I glare at him. He sighs, looking at Ron.

"Mate, she's planning out what to bring." A look of realization appears on his face. I shake my head.

TIME SKIP - 4:30 - HERMIONE POV (AMERICA)

Ron grins, looking at Harry. "Although I do prefer to go places by flying car, that was not a bad way to travel."

"Hey guys!" Harry says. "Fred and George!"

-after the greetings and stuff (they're getting strapped into the zip line)-

"So, you lot ready to have the thrill of a lifetime?" George asks, grinning from ear to ear.

Ron shrugs. "I guess..." Fred rolls his eyes. "That enthusiasm wasn't even good enough to be fake." George chimes in: "Not like you can turn back now, little brother!" Ron pales slightly.

George says he will go first. The person who strapped us in tells him how it will work. Before I know it, George has gone, Fred had gone, and Ron stands on the ledge, getting ready.

The instructor talks to him for a minute, and I don't have the time to process that Ron has begun his journey to the next platform.

His shriek would give a mandrake a run for its' money.

Lol...whaddya think? Lmk by PM'ing (Is that right?!) me or leaving a review!

Stay healthy and safe…

-Ari :)