DISCLAIMER: This is getting very old ... i don't own HP. Sound familiar?
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 NIINE: Gatecrashers.
The next week's rehearsals were hectic and chaotic. Most of the time was taken up by practising with the set, and sorting out costumes.
"I can't believe I have to wear this." Hermione muttered, as she and Harry stood in the wings of the Reily Jane High School stage in the hall. It was decorated to look like an enchanted forest, pieces of green material and fake rocks were all over the stage, and glitter was everywhere, trying to make the place look magical. Harry betted they could have made it look so much better if they could use magic.
Hermione was tugging at the dress she had to wear. It was an olden day dress with lace and bright colours. She also had a blue ribbon in her hair with a purple flower. Jordan had tried taming Hermione's hair with a "Hair straightener" but Hermione's hair was proving rather difficult to be controlled. Now it was covered in what seemed to be glue, but turned out to be hair gel.
"Stop fussing, you look fine." Harry told her, slapping her hand away from her dress.
"Yeah hermione, don't fuss." Rachel said, wearing a dress like Hermione's, followed behind by Liam-the boy playing Demetrius and who Rachel liked.
"When's dress rehearsal starting?" Liam asked.
"Now!" Miss Lyra called and strode onto the stage, carrying a clipboard and a pen. "Now where's my Titania? Jordan!" Miss Lyra strode off to Rachel, whose wings were falling off.
Outside at lunch, Ron and Ginny were discussing something under their breaths at their spot under the tree.
"Did you just say you fancy my best friend?" Ron asked in outrage, while Ginny blushed bright red.
"Yes!" She said exasperatedly. "Look, I didn't mean to, but I did, ok?"
"Fine, but the thing is-how are supposed to stop Harry and Hermione from kissing?" Ron asked, falling backwards to lye in the ground.
"Well … I like Harry, you like Hermione-"
"What?!" Ron yelped, sitting up suddenly. "How did you know that?"
"Please Ron, just because it's taken you years to figure it out, doesn't mean it has for all of us." Ginny replied airily "Even Jordan noticed that you two liked each other after a few days."
"Did you say that we both like each other?" Ron asked.
"You're being rediculous-of course she likes you.." Ginny told her brother, rolling her eyes at his hopeful expression. "It's been pretty obvious since the begining."
"Well, you know Harry fancies you." Ron told Ginny.
"He does?" Ginny asked, her eyes glittering with hope.
"Yeah." Ron replied.
"This is brilliant!" Ginny exclaimed "All we have to do is tell them, and then we can be together!"
"And how do you expect to do that?" Ron asked "What if this kiss makes them realised that it's them they liked all along-not us?" Ron looked fearful "We have to stop that kiss."
Ginny looked thoughtful for a moment.
"You're right. We somehow have to stop that kiss." She agreed.
"And how do you propose we do that?" Ron asked "What, are you suggesting we just steal some costumes and gatecrash the play?" The look on Ginny's face seemed to scare Ron.
"You read my mind." Ginny said, grinning evilly.
"Ok, remember the plan?"
It was opening night of the school play, and Ginny and Ron were crouched on the rafters, above the stage 10 minutes before show time, wearing all back, a black beanie and war strips-Ginny's idea.
Ron looked through a gap in the curtains and saw the crowd growing bigger-it was like the whole town was coming to see "A Midsummer's Night's Dream".
"Yeah." Ron replied, turning to face Ginny, who was muttering to herself an appeared to be plotting their next move. "And do you mind telling me why we're dressed as muggle ninjas?"
"Because!" Ginny said, as the students began to take their places on the stage, decorated so thickly, that they had fairy lights behind the "Trees" to make it look more magical. "I've always wanted to do this, and now's my chance."
"You've always wanted to gatecrash a play to stop your brothers' two best friends from kissing?" Ron asked, moving so he could see into the wings on stage left.
"Well, no." Ginny admitted "But I have always wanted to go on a secret mission."
"Good for you." Ron said. His sister really was weird sometimes.
"Ok, remember." Ginny said, ignoring Ron's retort, as the lights went down and the audience stoped talking. "We strike just before the kiss, ok?"
"Yes Ginny!" Ron whispered, as the lights came on and the curtains opened "You've told me only 12 times!"
"Fine, fine!" Ginny whispered back "Just remember the signal!"
"Ok-" Ron turned to look at his sister feeling slightly confused "-wait, what signal?"
"When we're ready, we slid our fingers across our noses." Ginny said, as Hermione could be heard below on the stage.
"Ok-good luck!" Ron muttered, letting go of the rafters to hug Ginny, nearly falling off in the process.
"You too." Ginny muttered. She crawled along the rafters and leapt off the edge onto stage right.
"Show time." Ron muttered, and summoned a rope to climb down on-he wasn't a good enough jumper as Ginny to leap down off the rafters.
20 minutes later, Ron stood crouched backstage. Around the corner, was Liam, hurrying around to stage left.
"Three … two … one!" Ron yelled "One" and leapt at Liam, pinning him to the ground.
"Huh-wha-?" Liam began, but stopped when Ron charmed his costume onto himself and shoved Liam in a closet, wearing Ron's black "Ninja" outfit. Ginny arrived minutes later, escorting a thoroughly confused Rachel. She looked at Ron and slid her finger across her nose and Ron charmed Rachel's costume onto Ginny, so a bewildered Rachel in Ginny's clothes, was also shoved into the cupboard after Liam.
"You can't complain!" Ginny yelled at their noises of protest from inside the closet. Ginny straightened out her newly acquired dress and purple ribbon in her hair. Ron put on his feathered hat.
Ron was just about to ask Ginny if she were ready, when they was a noise from down the hall, and Ron turned to see Matt, running down the corridor, wearing a Shakespearian costume from the costume closet. He stoped short at the sight of Ron and Ginny.
"What are you two doing?" He asked immediately, eyeing their attire.
"Well-" Ginny started, but Matt cut across her.
"I'm going to gatecrash the play." Matt said smugly. What do you want, a medal? Ron thought.
"Why?" Ginny asked, looking puzzled.
"Because …" Matt looked round and lowered his voice. "Well, Harry's a nice guy and all, but I don't think that Hermione's happy having to kiss someone else, other than her boyfriend."
"What?" Ron and Ginny both said exasperatedly at the same time-Matt had dedfinately gone too far.
"Well, of course! Wouldn't you?" Matt asked, looking thoroughly confused at their reaction, as though he were expecting the brother and sister to agree with him.
"And who exactly is her "Boyfriend"?" Ron asked. If she really did-he had to know before he made a fool of himself.
"Me of course." Matt said, as if it were painfully obvious. Then Ron remembered-this was the git that kept trying to talk to her, kept trying to get alone with her, kept trying to kid himself that she liked him …
"Look buddy." Ron said in a deadly voice, that made Ginny recoil next to him. "Hermione will never in a million years like you. What in the name of Merlin, were you thinking-when you thought she was your girlfriend? There can be only one person who likes her, and that person has known her a lot longer than you have, 6 years in fact! So if I were you, I'd slowly back away-now!"
"I'd listen to him, you know." Ginny advised, as Matt stood his ground. "Last time he was like this, he pushed me off my broom, about 50 feet from the ground!"
"Name of … broom?" Matt looked confused. Ron turned to Ginny.
"Closet?" Ron suggested.
"Of course!" Ginny said, and at once, Ron opened the closet opposite Rachel and Liam's one, and Ginny threw him in there. Ron locked it, and a muffled thumping noise, which was Matt banging on the door could be heard.
"Take that!" Ginny yelled at the door. She laughed at the thumping, and then turned to face her brother, straightening out her dress.
"New Zealand brings out the best ond worst in people, doesn't it?" she asked.
"You can say that again." Ron agreed. He looked at his sister as they neared the wings. "Ready to gatecrash a play?"
"We must sleep apart tonight. Or who knows what endeavours we may encounter?" Harry told Hermione. Harry was very much aware that he was holding hands with Hermione and even more aware that he was about to kiss her. Great, Ron was going to kill him when this was over.
"Must we, Lysander?" Hermione asked, sounding convincingly concerned. Man she was a good actor-at least he hoped she was. "There are 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." Harry recited. "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." Harry said, turning to walk away, when he felt Hermione's hand on his arm, holding him back, like he knew she would.
"Please?" Hermione said, taking a step forward. "May our lips touch one more time, in farewell until we meet again?"
Harry forced a smile. "Anything for my fair maiden."
Harry leaned in and couldn't quite believe what he was doing-he was about to kiss Hermione of all people. Never in a million years had he ever considered this would happen.
Oh no oh no oh no!
But then there was a crash as a fake rock went flying and they pulled apart, inches from each other. Oh thank you!
Harry's mouth then dropped as Ron came stumbling onto the stage, dressed in Demetrius' costume. He closed it quickly and glanced at Hermione, who exchanged a look that clearly said whaaaaaat?
"Lysander! I cannot let you kiss Hermia! For I am in love with her!" Ron cried.
What?
"Uh …" Harry was dumbstruck. Time to improvise. "Young Demetrius, I'm afraid that that is out of the question, you see, I am in love with Her-"
"No!" cried another voice and Harry was shocked to see Ginny run on stage, dressed in Rachel's Helena costume.
"Oh no! Not you again!" Ron cried and Harry saw him stride over to Ginny. "I told you to go away! I'll never love you."
Ginny looked extremely offended and Harry assumed it was her good acting skills. Well, at least he hoped it was. Harry felt his stomach flip at the sight of her and wished it could be her he was supposed to kiss, not Hermione.
"But you can't kiss Hermia! I love her with all my heart!" Ron said, attempting to pull Hermione away. She stumbled and Harry felt her leave his grip.
What in the name of Merlin is Ron doing? Harry thought, then realising that this was the storyline after all, decided to go with it.
"You can't!" Harry said, pulling Hermione back "Because I love her more!"
"No! I do!" Ron said, pulling a bewildered Hermione back.
Harry couldn't quite believe he was in this scenario-Him and Ron fighting over Hermione. New Zealand was a strange place.
Harry watched as Ron took Hermione's hands and looked right into her eyes. What on earth is he doing?
"Hermia." Ron said "I have loved you ever since I lay eyes on you. I may have not have realised it at the time, but I did. And it is my lips you should be touching, not Lysander's."
Harry exchanged a look with Ginny. She was-smiling? Hermione was also. Ok, girls were strange.
"Alas, I am the same Demetrius." Hermione said, still holding Ron's hands. "I have never loved Lysander, as I have loved you. I used Lyasnder to claim your affections. It is your lips I have always wished to touch, but feared it would never be."
What on earth is she doing?! Harry thought this isn't what happens!-Hermia's in love with Lysander! Not Demetrius. Then it hit him. They weren't talking about the characters anymore-they were talking about themselves.
Harry cleared his throat. "Ahem?" Ron gave a start and turned to face Harry.
"Oh! Uh Lysander … er, have Helena!" Ron shoved Ginny forward, and stood by with Hermione to watch. Harry looked down at Ginny and couldn't help noticing how her cheeks were turning crimson slightly, but making her more pretty than ever.
"Helena, wha-" Harry began, but Ginny shushed him. She took his hands, and Harry felt his stomach jolt, as it had many times before every time he looked at her.
"Lysander." She said "I do not wish you to kiss Hermia, as I have always dreamed of that person being me."
Harry was dumbstruck. He couldn't say anything. So Ginny continued.
"My love for you is strong, and I do not wish yours to go to Hermia. Demetrius can take care of that." She gestured towards Ron and Hermione standing by, holding hands and the crowd laughed.
"I have loved you forever and always, yet Alas, I thought you would never love me back. But I had to say, before it was too late."
Ginny loved him? Was she acting? Or was it the truth? Harry would have thought it was all acting, but her eyes said otherwise. Harry didn't know what to think-his head was swimming too much to think properly. Eventualy he went with her eyes and hoped he had guessed right.
"But I also love you Helena." Harry told her, and to his refief, Ginny began to grin. "With all my heart. I used Hermia so you would notice me."
"I believe your ingenious plan worked." Ginny said.
"So beautiful, two people destined to be so deeply in love." Hermione said, making Harry and Ginny turn towards her. "But I have waited so long for my lips to touch yours." She added to Ron, and Harry watched as his two best friends-kissed.
It was weird, yet wonderful at the same time. Harry knew it had to happen sometime-too much jealousy at the Yule ball.
"And I too, Helena." Harry told Ginny. He leaned forwards-
Now this was something he could get used to. He was kissing Ginny. Something, he realised, he had probably wanted to do for ages. Yet he'd only noticed until recently.
It was then when Harry realised the situation. Here they were, Ron and Hermione, and himself and Ginny, practically snogging on stage, in front of a 100 odd so people, wearing olden day clothes, at a muggle school, in a foreign country. He guessed New Zealand brought out the best in people.
Only when they broke apart, did he realise that the whole crowd was on its feet, screaming with applause.
"I guess we did good." Harry said, grinning at Ginny.
"I guess we did." Ginny said, grinning back.
A/N: Is it honestly chapter 9? That means the next chapter is the last! I refuse to believe it.I find that so sad. Oh well, i love that you guys like the story and i have to say that my favourite part in this entire story so far would be this:
It was then when Harry realised the situation. Here they were, Ron and Hermione, and himself and Ginny, practically snogging on stage, in front of a 100 odd so people, wearing olden day clothes, at a muggle school, in a foreign country. He guessed New Zealand brought out the best in people.
Lol. Oh well, reviews are the best and i'll love you forever and ever and a huge huge thankyou to those who already have. : D
I actualy like this chapter for a change. Hmmm ... strange ... oh well, here's a dose of R/Hr H/G ness for you. I ope you like. I love fluff.
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Moon.