On the evening of July 19th, Lily laid in bed contemplating her son. His birthday was in a few days time and it would be the second birthday she had with him, excluding the day of his birth itself. Something special had to be done. But what?

"I know we have the surprise party planned," Lily whispered to her husband. "But what do we give him as a present? I mean, what do parents normally give their children after not seeing them for fifteen years?"

James shrugged. "I don't know."

"This is so hard," Lily complained. She shifted on her side to look at James. "You're a guy. You're macho and stuff. Why can't you think of something?"

James laughed. "You sound like you're twelve, Lily."

"I wish we could just give him a car and be done with it," Lily moaned, turning on her back.

"Why don't we just send him, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny away on vacation for the rest of the summer?" James suggested.

"No," Lily said flatly.

"Why not?" James asked patiently.

"My baby," Lily pouted. "He stays here."

"Don't be selfish," James admonished her. "He's sixteen. You can't keep him from living, babe. It doesn't work that way."

Lily hesitated. "Whatever." That signaled that James had won that round. "Just send my baby away. Gone without his mommy."

"Baby," he leaned over a tweaked her nose.

Lily swatted his hand and crossed her hands over her chest. She didn't want her son to go away. Call her selfish, but she didn't want to share. Period. James sucked.

The next morning, after the children were sent outside, Molly and Lily sat at the kitchen table discussing Harry's birthday.

"James and I were discussing Harry's present from us. We don't know what to get him, but James had this crazy idea that we send Harry, Hermione, Ron, and Ginny on vacation somewhere until school starts," Lily said.

"That's a fabulous idea," Molly exclaimed. "It would give them time to get ready for school. Plus they would be away from all the Order meetings. It's perfect."

"Yeah," Lily agreed. "But I don't want to send my baby away yet. I have less than two years with him before he goes off on his own. It's not fair."

"Life isn't fair, Lily dear," Molly said. "But I understand. I wouldn't be able to do it. However, Harry isn't going anywhere yet. Let him enjoy the rest of the time he has as youth. You know what's going to happen."

"Yeah," Lily sighed. "I know."

"Lily you can't deny it any longer. You married into a very powerful family and adding to the fact that you yourself are very powerful made it inevitable," Molly said firmly.

"Yes, but I wish it didn't have to happen so soon," Lily said. Tears began pooling around her eyes.

"It won't happen until it's needed and you know it. It will probably happen before the final battle."

"Not really," Lily muttered. "It's kind of like Jesus. No one knows when he's coming so we all have to be prepared. I'm just worried it's going to come too late."

"They know what they're doing," Molly reassured Lily while patting her hand. "Let them worry about it. Let's worry about Harry's first birthday party."

"Third," Lily corrected.

Molly stared at her inquisitively.

"Sirius threw a party the day he was born. He had a birthday party on his first," Lily explained. "Two plus one equals three."

Molly nodded indulgently but Lily knew the lady thought she was out of her mind.

Minutes before the party was to start, Harry sat in his room with Ron. Ron had let the secret slip long before so Harry was surprised. He was kind of nervous. He'd never had a party before. Well, one that he remembered.

"So," Harry said.

Ron nodded. "So."

In Ginny's bedroom, Hermione and Ginny were having a similar conversation. Except more articulate.

"So, tell me again why you like my brother," Ginny demanded as they dressed.

"I don't like your brother," Hermione said primly. "I just said he wasn't hideous. Except when he's eating."

Ginny giggled. "That sounds about right. So, Hermione Jane Granger believes that our very own Ron Bilius Weasley is not bad on the eyes. What, prey tell, does she think of Harry James Potter?"

Hermione hoped she wasn't blushing. "He's not horrible, either."

Ginny nodded. "Suure," she drawled.

Hermione picked up a pair of earrings. "Harry is gorgeous Gin, but why would he like his best friend," Hermione sighed. "Ron too," she added to cover up.

"You like him," Ginny announced. "That's okay; it's not that big of a deal."

"Sure," Hermione countered sarcastically. "When you fall in love with the Harry Potter then talk to me."

Ginny rolled her eyes and slipped on her shoes. She wore a pair of jeans and a crop top shirt. Her shoes were heels. She absently put a strand of loose hair behind her ear from her loose pony-tail. "Whatever. I agree…Harry is beautiful, but he's just Harry. Be yourself."

Hermione could not believe the irony of that statement. Wasn't it her who told the young girl to be herself around Harry just last year? The world was turning upside down and Hermione was getting a bit dizzy from the trip.

Hermione looked into the mirror at herself. She was wearing a halter for goodness' sakes. Plus a flowy mini skirt and flip flops. Her hair was put into a loose bun, with pieces of hair falling around her face. "I'm just Bushy Haired Know-It-All, remember? I doubt he or any other guy will notice me."

Ginny snorted. "Just wait until the blokes get a gander of you tonight."

Hermione rolled her eyes and followed Ginny down stairs into the basement where the party was taking place. Ginny ventured off to find Dean while Hermione struck up a conversation with Terry Boot about Hogwarts, A History.

A minute later a voice broadcasted through the room using a sonorous charm. "Ladies, gentlemen, and Marauders, please welcome our guest of honor, Harry Potter!"

Harry entered the room to loud cheers, his face completely red. He smiled shyly and slinked of into a corner. Hermione went after him.

He caught sight of her and his eyes widened. "Wow, Hermione, you look-."

Hermione grinned. "I know," she joked with false modesty.

He laughed.

She gave him a tight hug. "Happy birthday," Hermione whispered.

"Thanks," Harry said. His eyes went downward then came back up. He repeated, "thanks."

Hermione rolled her eyes. "My pleasure. Go have fun. Your mother would slaughter me if I allowed you to hide in the corner the entire time."

Harry laughed. He knew the validity of that statement.

Harry nodded and looked around. He didn't realize how many people were there until then. All the members of the DA were there along with a few Order members. Harry left his corner and walked near his mother. "Thanks a lot, Mum," he whispered. He hugged her. When he let go he saw that there were tears in Lily's eyes.

"Baby, I love you," Lily said. She hugged him again and pushed him away. "Now go away. People can't know I have a kid. Some people have an aversion to knowingly allowing someone to cheat on their spouse."

That made no sense but Harry laughed anyway and walked away.

"Nice party Harry," Neville called over the music.

"Thanks," Harry said walking away.

"Hey Potter, let's dance," Ginny demanded before dragging him to the dance floor.

"I can't dance, Ginny," Harry reminded her.

Ginny smirked. "Are you trying to get out of dancing with me?"

Harry sighed. "Fine."

The night went on and finally before Harry, Hermione, Ron, and Ginny went to bed, Lily, James, Sirius, Molly, and Arthur sat them down to give Harry their present.

"Let's get this straight," Lily announced when everyone was seated. "I am completely against this, and if you don't want to go you don't have to. Okay?"

Harry was confused but nodded anyway. "Sure."

"We have decided that for Harry's sixteenth birthday present, we'll be sending you guys on vacation," Molly said.

"Where?" Ginny asked.

"Disney World," Lily said while smiling. "It's the one in Florida, not California. Too many gangs."

Sirius smirked. "We all know that Lily loves her gangsters."

"No way," Harry and Hermione breathed together.

The group laughed.

"The point is that you can come home at anytime, got it Harry?" Lily asked.

"Lily, stop trying to get him to stay," James commanded.

"Shut up, this is your fault," Lily snapped.

"We're going to Disney World," Hermione shrieked.

"We're going to Disney World," Harry breathed. He stood and crushed his mother. "Thank you so much, Mum."

Lily smiled at her son and let go. "Have fun."

Bright and early, the next morning, the household woke up to transport Harry and friends to the airport. "It wouldn't be the same unless you flew," Lily kept reminding them.

On the plane they took their seats. Harry and Ron sat on the left side of the isle with Ron by the window. On the right side sat Hermione and Ginny with Ginny by the window.

"Looking forward to Disney?" Hermione asked.

"Yeah," Harry said smiling. "It's going to be awesome."

"Bloody hell," Ron breathed ignoring Hermione's tut of disapproval. "We're flying!"

"No, Ron," Hermione said sarcastically.

Ginny giggled. "This is going to be so much fun."

"Yeah it is," Harry agreed.

Seven hours later, Harry Ron Hermione and Ginny stepped out of the plane. They went to get their luggage and proceeded to leave the airport. They found the portkey point in an alley in the form of a garbage can.

"Eew," Hermione and Ginny said at the same time.

"Sorry we don't have anything more extravagant," Ron said while rolling his eyes.

Hermione walked by and slugged his arm and continued to the portkey. "Are we going or not?" she asked in her snotty Know-It-All voice.

"Of course," Harry said. "On three."

"1," Ginny said.

"2," Ron said, rubbing his arm.

"Three," they shouted together before touching the garbage can.

The familiar tug on their navels assured them it worked. They landed in an alley near a resort. Harry left to sign them in and they all left to go to their room. After unpacking they all gathered in Harry and Ron's room.

"So, what's that?" Ron asked pointing at a square instrument.

"A television," Hermione answered as though speaking to a three year old.

"Really?" Ron asked ignoring her tone. He went to examine it. "What does it do?"

Later that evening, Hermione found Harry alone in their mini kitchen. She sat next to him and frowned. "You okay?"

"Kind of," Harry responded. "Just thinking about everything that happened this summer."

"Good or bad thoughts?" Hermione asked.

"Good," Harry assured her. "I'm just kind of…blank."

Hermione smiled. "I understand." Harry smiled back at her and soon found his lips on top of hers. Hermione froze in shock and soon responded to the kiss. Just as things began to heat up, Ron burst into the kitchen.

He scowled. "What the bloody hell is going on here?" Ron asked.

Hermione flushed. "Nothing."

"Really," Ron questioned. "Because it looked as though my best friends were snogging?"

"It just happened, Ron," Harry said quietly.

"It just happened?" Ron scofed. "IT JUST HAPPENED?" he thundered again. He glared at Harry with hatred and fled the kitchen.

"That was just great," Harry sighed.

Hermione bit her lip in worry but did not go after him.

The next morning, Ron refused to speak to Hermione or Ron at any of the parks they went to. Ginny was confused at the blatant hostility between the three, but after visiting the bathroom with Hermione she was caught up. The day wasn't very fun. That night Ginny cornered Ron in his room.

"Why are you so upset with Harry and Hermione?" Ginny asked. "They like each other, so what?"

"Because Ginny, we are a threesome. If Harry and Hermione date then they become a twosome, and I become a one some. If they break up then we become three onesomes and one threesome is way better than three onesomes," Ron explained.

Ginny had a blank look on her face. "Okay," she said slowly. "Whatever. Just talk to them. They are very upset."

"They should be," Ron muttered.

"You shouldn't throw away six years of friendship over something as petty as that," Ginny reminded him.

"I thought you liked Harry," Ron snapped.

Ginny looked away and shrugged. "All I can do is be myself, right?

So Ron went to talk to Harry and Hermione and he got used to them together. In fact, just to be good sports, Harry and Hermione never commenced in public displays of affection. Ron was glad that he could pretend that his best friends weren't dating. They all returned to Britain three weeks later, very tan and very happy.

FAQ/FYI

Um...
Um... is correct. I lied. I said this chapter would be up like...eventually, but I opened the file and I finished it. That's all

Harry/Hermione! I hate that!
That's just too bad for you, now ain't it? No, but seriously, THIS IS NOT A HARRY/HERMIONE. If you read this the last time then you already know the final pairings. Humor a delusional shipper for a couple of chapters, why don't you?

So...what is the final pairing?
Yeah, like I'm actually going to say.

Oh, come on, please?
Hell no. Thanks for reading!