DISCLAIMER: HP belongs to JKR. If i owned it, i'd know what was going to happen in DH ... which i don't. See the logic?

Journey to NZ.

Blurb …

Mrs Weasley decides that everyone needs a break. So when things reach breaking point, they decide to go on holiday-to the land of the long white cloud, New Zealand.

But after an incident on the local mountain, Harry, Ron, Hermione and Ginny find themselves landed in a local muggle school, in an attempt to blend in until their holidays over.

Will the Weasley's blend in? Will Ron ever work a cell phone? And how will Ron and Ginny react when Harry and Hermione have to kiss for drama class?

AU: Just pretend that the whole H/G thing didn't happen in HBP. Harry never fell for her, and Ginny still broke up with Dean as usual. Apart from that, everything's the same.

CHAPTER SIX: As a final farewell, until we meet again.

The play was to be in 6 weeks time. In that time, Mr Puckle and Miss Vienna organised rehearsals every Monday, Wednesday and Friday after school. Harry had to admit-though he had no idea what half the lines meant, he was quite looking forward to opening night, in which all the Weasley's and Tonk and Lupin would be attending.

"Yeah, and Fred and George will never let me live it down." Ron said one day, a week after casting. He and Hermione were to go and practise at lunch time, while Harry and Ginny were going to see if they could tackle Maths homework.

"How come?" Harry asked as the bell rang to signal the start of lunch.

"Are you kidding?!" Ginny said, catching up with them from behind as they left their science classroom and Ginny caught up with the conversation. "Ron has to snog Hermione on stage in front of everyone! They say they're bringing cameras."

Hermione rubbed her nose awkwardly and looked everywhere, but at Ron, while Ron himself coughed slightly.

Harry smirked to himself, and then put in "By the way-aren't you two meant to be in the drama room? I thought you were going to practise?"

"Yes!" Hermione said, grabbing Ron's arm and began to drag him away. "Yes we were! See you at whatever we have after lunch!" and with that, she frog marched Ron away through the crowd of students.

Ginny sniggered and Harry turned to look at her.

"What?" she asked

"Nothing." Harry muttered, turning away. Harry felt to his horror, his cheeks burning red. "Er … shall we start that maths homework?"

"Ok." Ginny said brightly, and they took their places under the tree on the grass, in front of the astro turf.

15 minutes, and a lot of numbers later, Harry found himself staring at Ginny again.

Why do I keep doing that? Harry asked himself and tore his eyes away from Ginny's eyes. Harry had never noticed how beautiful they were before. How the brown seemed to sparkle in the sun, or how sometimes it looked so multicoloured that there were flecks of green in them, or how they twinkled when she laughed-

Stop it, Harry! What's gotten into you? Harry shook his head and Ginny looked at him.

"You ok?" she asked.

"Yeah." Harry answered, looking up and instantly regretting it as he got lost in her eyes again. "Yeah-let's see, do you know how to answer question 12?"

"Um …" Ginny's voice trailed off as she flicked through her text book. Harry wasn't really paying much attention to his work at all. He had just noticed how she would always pull back a piece of her red hair and tuck it behind her ear, showing a number of her freckles for a moment until the slight breeze blew them across her face again. And then he saw how cute those freckles really were … so many she looked almost tanned-

You're doing it again! Stop it!

Harry shook his head again and tried to concentrate on the maths questions in font of him, but his head was now refusing to work. He couldn't stop thinking about Ginny.

What's gotten into you? Harry thought as he caught himself staring at Ginny again. Stop staring at her! What on earth am I doing?

Has it occurred to you? Said a nasty voice in his head. That you may fancy her?

Harry's stomach flipped at the thought.

No! He thought I can't possibly fancy Ginny! Ron'd kill me!

But you fancy her!

I don't! I can't!

But you do!

Don't!

Do!

Don't!

Do!

Don-

"Harry?"

Harry gave a start and stoped arguing with himself at once to see Ginny looking at him and waving a hand in front of him.

"Huh? Wha-oh yeah! Sorry, I just … zoned out for a bit there. Maths is getting to me." Harry said weekly, refusing to meet her eyes.

"Yeah, me too." Ginny said, rubbing her eyes warily. "I think we ought to call it a day. I mean- who needs maths, anyway? Not as if I'm going to have to know "Pie" to be a healer or something."

"Yeah." Harry agreed, and put his books away. He reached out for the same book Ginny was about to take and their hands touched.

It was like electricity ran through his arm- a tingling feeling, but an incredible, wonderful feeling. Harry pulled his hand away immediately, causing Ginny to look at him puzzled. Harry tried not to smile at the look on her face-her forehead wrinkled in concern.

"Harry, are you sure you're all right?" she asked.

"Never better!" Harry said a bit too quickly. He swung his bag onto his shoulder and got up. "Let's see how far Ron and Hermione got, ok?"

Ok … Harry admitted to himself as they walked through the students to the drama room. Maybe I do fancy her …

-Meanwhile-

"So I think we should start with scene 6, ok?" Hermione asked as she and Ron searched through their script.

God, why does she have to look so cute when she's thinking? Ron thought, not looking at his script. Gah! Stop it Ron! You've been over this! Just because you get to kiss her doesn't mean anything's going to happen.

Ron smiled to himself at the thought of kissing her.

"Ron?" Hermione asked.

"Oh-yeah, scene 6." Ron said absently, turning pages without really grasping what he was doing.

"Ron!" Hermione said, grabbing his wrist, as to stop him from turning more. "You're almost at scene 11!"

Ron hastily turned to the right pages. Then he almost chocked at which scene it was.

It was the kiss scene.

"This is the kiss scene!" Ron blurted out suddenly, and mentally kicked himself. God, no duh! Pull yourself together Ron!

"Um … yeah." Hermione said uncertainly. "I thought … the kiss is the most important scene in the play-I really want to get it right."

"Yeah!" Ron agreed wildly. "Yeah-get it right … of course."

"Right." Hermione said, standing up and walking to the middle of the room. "Coming?"

"Yes." Ron said, and tripping slightly as he got up and joined Hermione. He glanced down at his script.

"Ok, I start." Ron muttered and he read. "Fair Hermia-we must sleep apart tonight. Or who knows what endeavours we may encounter?"

"Must we, Lysander?" Hermione recited "There's all sorts in these woods-I wouldn't feel safe unless you are there right by me."

"I won't let anything happen to you." Ron said, becoming slightly aware that his hands were all sweaty. "Just call and I shall find you-no matter where you are."

"Well, ok. I trust you Lysander, my love." Hermione said.

"And now we part." Ron said

"Please?" Hermione said, taking a step forward. "May our lips touch one more time, in farewell until we meet again?"

Oh god.

"Anything for my fair maiden." Ron said and hermione leaned in.

Oh god oh god oh god.

Ron could see her coming closer-he could see Hermione's lips, so soft and welcoming … it was like they were begging him to kiss them. He leaned closer-

The door banged open and they jumped, pulling apart at once, almost a centimetre away from each other.

"Nothing happened!" Ron said automatically, and mentally slapped himself, as well as hitting his forehead. "I mean-I mean-"

"Don't worry Lysander." Harry said, sniggering slightly, leaning against the wall and Ginny laughed at Hermione's intense embarrassment. "We didn't see a thing."

A/N: This is just a little something in between, and to start up the HG RHr. It was hard to imagine how Harry would realise that he liked Ginny, seeing as her kissing Dean was out of the question. I hope this is believable. Oh well.

I thank all of those people who have reviewed. Even if it is only 5.

Until next time-

Moon. :D