A/N: So, it's winding down, and the cheesiness of the story abounds, but I promise you, it will get better. I beg of you to review though. I thrive off of reviews and I can proofread future chapters better if I get creative criticism. I cannot tell you how much reviews make my day.

The day of the trip arrived, and Jessica could not help herself from waking up an hour before she was supposed to. She gathered her things and apparated to the store. To her surprise, Fred, George, and Lee were already there. Since they, too, were ready, they left the store in the care of Ginny, Ron, and Hermione and went to Wizard Customs.

A bored witch took Jessica's wand, weighed it and took measurement of it, doing the same with the others' wands. Finally, they had their passports and headed to the portkey booths. A wizard checked their passports before leading the foursome to a small tin ring that had been set on a small pedestal. They each grabbed a piece and waited. The wizard stood there, counting off.

"Three…two…one!"

There was a jerk from somewhere behind her navel, and Jessica was flying through the air, spinning at an alarming rate. Then, the ground came underneath her feet abruptly. Surprised, her knees buckled and she found herself flat on the beach, mouth full of snow. Coughing, she stood and picked her trunk up. Then she looked around.

It was beautiful. The beach went on for miles, and there was no one on it yet, save the four of them. The sun was just rising, red and gold. The water lapped at her sandal covered feet and she smiled with happiness. She turned around to see a large collection of huts. Apparently, that was the resort they were staying at. The largest hut had a sign that said 'Registration' on it.

Fred led the way to the Registration hut through the sand. Jessica struggled with her trunk. George looked back to see her lagging and stepped back to help her. She was glad to let him carry her trunk, and again, she told herself how kind he was.

A witch in a grass skirt and uniform top greeted them behind the counter.

"What can I do for you?"

"We are here to get our keys. Weasley, two huts?"

"Oh, yes, of course," the witch said accommodatingly. She retrieved two keys and gave them to Fred. "Huts twenty four and twenty five. Breakfast is served in the dining hut which is right next door, but you can also request meals in your rooms. The charm is Rovicioi."

"Thank you," Fred said as he handed a key to Jessica. "You get a hut to yourself."

"Thanks," she said. Fred and Lee headed off to their huts, but George lugged Jessica's trunk to her hut. She opened the door and led him in. He dropped her trunk on the floor.

"What did you pack? Bricks?"

"Har, har. No, just clothes and a few beach toys."

"What beach toys do a twenty year old need?"

"You'll see. Meet me at the beach in a half an hour. Tell the other guys, too."

"Sure." George was becoming conscious that he was in a hut all alone with the girl he liked. "I'll go right now."

He left and Jessica ripped through her bag for her swimsuit. Putting it on, she grabbed her boogie board and surfboard and headed out to the beach. The boys had not arrived yet, so she engorged the surfboard and caught the waves in the early morning sun.

In a few minutes, the boys arrived at the beach, but they did not see her.

"Hey, Fred, check out that girl there," Lee said, pointing at a turquoise clad girl on a floating board.

"Whoo! Can you say hot? You have got to love those chicks from the Bahamas," Fred answered.

"Lee, you have a girlfriend!" George reminded Lee.

"Oh, yeah. What's she riding?"

"No idea, but she's pretty hot," Fred said. "Ow!"

Lee had placed two fingers into his mouth and whistled long and loud right next to Fred's ear. The girl looked up from her wave and wiped out from surprise. As she got out of the water, a knot tightened in George's stomach.

"I don't think that's some girl, Lee," George said warily.

"What?"

"Hey, guys," Jessica said, gripping her surfboard and surveying the threesome. "Lee, do you always whistle at girls when they're trying to surf?"

"That's what you were doing?" Lee asked.

"Nice dodge," Fred whispered.

"Yeah. It's a muggle surfboard. Mum gave it to me on my fourteenth birthday. I love this thing."

"I see," Fred answered, still shocked that a girl he had thought hot had turned out to be Jessica.

"Anyone want to try?" Jessica asked.

At first, no one volunteered, but then George bravely stepped forward. After George tried, the others wanted to try, and soon, they were taking turns on the surfboard and the boogie board. They surfed and swam for hours before going in for lunch. They returned in full force to the waves, laughing and splashing water at each other.

It was in moments like these that George wished that Jessica was his. His heart ached again as he longed to take her hand and run away from Lee and Fred, but he restrained himself. Instead, George watched as Lee took the hand that he wanted, touched the arm of the girl that he loved, and walk away on a seaside stroll.

O my word, cheese abounds. Please read on. Next chapter is better.