Chapter 22
"The Great Escape"
GOOD MORNING LONDON! It's going to be another hot one this lovely Wednesday the 29th of June. I am completely and utterly 1000% upset about this next announcement! I am a close personal friend and I want to know why it took so long for me to find out! It's almost July for Christ sake and you have known since May! But anyway it's still good news. Ginevra Weasley will be the new seeker for the Holyhead Harpies. Linda Pinkweather current seeker is retiring she says she has caught many snitches in her time and loved every minute of it. But retirement is long overdue and wishes Ginevra the best of luck. Linda and her husband Roy plan on taking a permanent holiday in the French Rivera. Quick shout out to Harry if you haven't seen the Prophet don't look. Moving on…
Ginny turned off the radio. Kreacher had the Prophet in his hand and was getting ready to give it to Harry but hid it behind his back after what Lee had said on the wireless.
The night Harry had finally escaped the wrath of the Weasley's and made it back to 12 Grimmauld place he found he wasn't alone, Ginny was already there, she said since they were going to get married she might as well move in now.
Harry took a deep breath, "its okay Kreacher I can handle it," he said reaching for the paper. Harry unrolled it and slammed the paper down, "HELL NO!"
Ginny and Kreacher both jumped at this outburst, "Is Master Potter okay?" Asked Kreacher as Ginny cautiously reached for the paper.
A HERO IS BORN IN HOGSMEAD
Today the plans were completed to erect a statue of Harry James Potter in the center of Hogmeads village, where Hogwarts School of Witch Craft and Wizardry is located. Almost a month ago last year at this historic institution Harry Potter killed the darkest wizard of all Lord Voldemort single handedly. The statue is to honor him for saving all of us. The town's people couldn't be more excited, they feel honored to have Harry standing in the heart of their fair village. Aberforth Dumbledore, brother of the late Albus Dumbledore said, "Harry is a brave young man and he deserves this honor to preserve his courage." The statue is set to be erected in late July.
For Rita Skeeter's full article see page four.
"Aberforth would never say that, I was under the impression that he didn't like you very much," Ginny said turning to page four.
_MINISTRY OF MAGIC_
Harry hurried out of the lift at level one, The Minister for Magic office and support staff. He rushed down the hall towards Kingsley's office, he was furious. How dare they put up a statue of me without my permission!
"Good Morning Mr. Potter, the Minister is busy… You can't go in there!" Kingsley's Secretary Charlotte hopped out of her chair at light speed and threw her body in front of the office door.
"I must speak with Kingsley," Harry urged, "It's extremely important!"
"Well you'll just have to wait, he's in a very important meeting," she said sternly
"Fine," Harry sighed and turned to go. Charlotte lowered her arms and was getting ready to leave, as Harry tried to double back she sprawled herself in front of the door once again. Harry may be the chosen one of the world but at the Ministry the chosen one was Charlotte. She was Kingsley's loyal employee nothing or no one could ever get past her.
"What is it going to take?!"
"You turning and leaving!"
"I will not go!"
The door behind Charlotte which she was so vigorously guarding flung open and Kingsley filled the frame. "What the hell is going on out here?" he hissed in a whisper as he came fully out into the outer office closing the door behind him.
"I tried to tell Mr. Potter you were in an important meeting," Charlotte straightened her clothes.
"I'm sure it's not as important as what I have to say," Harry he eyed Charlotte then turned to Kingsley. "Kingsley! You can't let them put a statue of me in Hogsmead!"
"Harry do you notice anything different about my office today?" Kingsley asked crossing his arms
Harry took a moment to look around, he hadn't noticed before but Kingsley's two guards were there but they were accompanied by six other intimidating looking men. "Perhaps there are more people than usual."
"In my office there are four very important gentlemen the Presidents of Magic of the United States, Germany, Portugal and the Emperor for Magic of Japan. We were just discussing a peace treaty among our great nations. But there will be a statue of you put in Hogsmead, that sounds more important let's talk about that instead," Kingsley said sarcastically.
Harry gave a nervous smile, "I apologize for the intrusion, how about I come back later."
"Good idea," smiled Kingsley.
Harry left the room extremely embarrassed but he was definitely coming back later, that statue would not be put up if it was the last thing he ever did. Harry trekked back to the lift and down to the next floor. He punched in his time card as usual and headed for the changing rooms. He saw Angelina at her locker…
"Hi," he said gloomily slumping down onto a bench.
She glanced at him and went back to what she was doing, "I guess you saw the paper?"
"Yes and to make it worst I busted in on a meeting Kingsley was having with foreign Ministers."
"Ha! That's good, I wish I saw that," she closed her locker and put the box she was packing on the bench.
"And now you're leaving me," he pouted.
"It's time for bigger and better things. Now being an official Auror and all. I just came to clear out my locker and move these things to my cubical," she looked at her locker, "my cubical is about the same size, it should all fit." Harry chuckled, "Don't worry Harry you aren't alone, I'll see you outside of work and you still have Katie."
"That's right you still have me," Katie came walking down the row of lockers, "and we have to get to our usual boring morning meeting, all of us aren't done with training yet," she playfully hit Angelina on the arm.
"I'm coming," Harry pulled himself up, "I'll see you later."
_THE FUCKING TRUTH_
Does this day seem to be dragging on or is it just me? Maybe because we're only half way through the week and I can't wait for the weekend, he yarned, anyway in Ministry news this morning Kingsley Shaklebolt, Minister for Magic had a meeting with foreign Minister's about a peace treaty.
On to the excitement, Neville Longbottom, Herbologist, for the Quibbler is hosting a viewing of the plants and species he has found. We will actually get to see these creatures we thought to be mythical up close and personal. The viewing will be held next weekend at the Diagon Alley Public Library. I'll be there. I can't wait being a new believer of the Quibbler… Oh I almost forgot, all press and publicity for this event was done by Finnegan's P.R firm, happy Seamus? If you would like a press pass contact Mr. Finnegan himself.
Moving on, it appears that I have an extremely large fan base, I have received quite a bit of fan mail and some hate mail from competing stations telling me I should take my fucking truth and shove it… but that's not important.
Here's a letter from Carla Walters from Little Hangleton, England she wants to know who are the, you know whose that you always want to meet you know where and can I come too!
He laughed. Sorry love but I cannot reveal my accomplices in my nights full of fun and drunken pleasure but you can join us though… in spirit! And you'll get your chance quite soon, all the, you know whose meet me you know where Friday! Here's the new single from "My Hairy Feet Don't Smell" "The Magical Sin" on the fucking truth.
_THE SIGHLER_
Hermione sat drumming her fingers on the bar. It had become typical for her to work until ten every night and go to the Sighler after wards. It had been different lately though, she wasn't sure if Draco knew that she heard him or not almost a month ago on the roof. They were acting as if it never happened or at least trying to. Hermione snapped out of her trance when she felt someone's hand on top of hers.
"Sorry Draco I know the tapping annoys you."
"I'm not Malfoy," She looked up, it was Ron.
"Sorry," she turned red, "he usually stops me from tapping"
Ron shrugged his shoulders, "would you like your usual order?"
She smiled. She had been coming here too much, "yes"
Ron winked at her and went to put her order in, it was busier than usual, she hadn't even had a chance to talk to Draco he was so preoccupied. All she got was a nod when she came in. If she didn't know any better she would say he was avoiding her because she has seen him multi task before.
A glass of wine slid between her hands, I guess he's not ignoring me. She looked down the bar and he had already moved on to fill someone else's drink order. When he glanced over quickly at her she smiled.
She wasn't supposed to see that, I didn't want her to know I was looking at her. I know she heard me say I love you. Why did I say that? It can't be true? It's Granger, he looked over at her again, and she was reading a book she had pulled from her bag. She looked simple, her hair was neatly pulled back in a bun, the only other way she wears her hair besides wild. I heard her call Weasel my name, he smirked, he looked over at her again. He heard someone talking to him…
"You love her dear don't you?" A little old lady used her glass of red wine to signal over to Hermione.
Draco smiled politely at the old woman, "I think so." She was getting ready to pay for her drink. He held up his hand to stop her, "it's on me."
_12 GRIMMUALD_
The Weekend
"I'm so glad it's finally the weekend," said Ron who was lying across one of the crouches in the sitting room at Harry's House.
"Me too, I want to be an Auror and all but sometimes I think I made the wrong choice I often want to pull my hair out and go running from the office," he said running his hand through his hair.
"You'll be fine, you can do anything you killed Voldemort for Christ sake"
"I wish people would stop bringing that up," he whined
"Well they won't so get use to it," Ron smiled and then he chuckled, "I was talking to George the other day and he informed me that at Ginny's welcome home dinner you two announce your engagement, I told him that he must have miss understood because there is no way that you two could possibly be getting married, I mean you're so young…" he trailed off as Harry shifted uncomfortably in his seat, he raised a questioning eyebrow and then sprang to his feet, "your marrying my sister!"
"Well… yes,"
"What do you mean well yes?!"
"I mean that I love your sister very much and I asked her to marry me and she said yes," he said simply.
"She's my little sister you didn't think to ask if I was okay with it first," he said sternly.
"No, with all due respect Ron, I didn't need your permission the only persons permission I needed was Ginny's and as you know she agreed to marry me," he said getting a bit red in the face.
Ron opened his mouth to speak just as they heard the front door open, he turned around as Ginny walked into the sitting room, "hi Ron," she smiled.
Ron's ears turned bright red and he spun around to face Harry, he jumped a bit from the look on his face, "tell me she has a key and is not living here, please, just tell me that," he pleaded.
"Yes, Ronald I have a key and I'm living here!" Ginny said placing her hands on her hips.
Ron scrunched his eyes closed and whimpered as he ran his hands over his face and plopped back down on the sofa, "married?" He asked looking from Harry to Ginny.
"Married," Ginny turned on her heel and left the room.
"Ron?"
He directed his attention to Harry
"Will you be one of my best people," he asked hopefully.
"Best people? Isn't it best man," he asked a bit confused
"Yes, but I already asked Hermione and I wanted you two to share the post so I called it best people instead," he explained.
"So Hermione's going to where dress robes and stand next to you," he chuckled.
"No," laughed Harry, "she will wear whatever dress Ginny chooses for her bridesmaids but stand next to me, hopefully along with you."
"Where is this wedding taking place," he said putting his head in his hands knowingly.
"The burrow"
"Thought so," he said sitting up straight, "look Harry, you're my best mate and all but I'm not going to burrow so best of luck on your big day," he said standing to leave.
"Wait," Harry said getting to his feet to stop Ron, "What's going on, it's been over a year? I understand how you must be feeling about Fred…"
Ron cut him off, "no you don't! You don't have a brother!"
"I think of you as a brother and I suspect that if it was you I'd feel the same way!"
"Well if I'm your brother and Ginny is my sister that makes her your sister, so why are you marrying your sister?"
Harry rolled his eyes, "back on topic, why is it so hard for you to go home Ron?"
Ron sighed heavily, "why should I be able to go home when Fred can't? It was just as much his home as mine! Why should I have the luxury of being where he was so happy while he has to lay lifeless in a ditch," Ron turned away from Harry he felt as if he was going to cry and he didn't want Harry to see.
Harry extended his hand to touch Ron's shoulder comfortingly. Ron jerked out of his grasp and turned around to face Harry, his eyes were glazed over, "I don't want to go back to the place that's covered in memories of him and I sure as bloody hell don't want to be where I can hear his laugher ringing in my ears!"
Harry didn't know what to say. He couldn't ask Ron to go anywhere near the Burrow if this is how he truly felt. But at the same time, he couldn't just change the location of his wedding, that's it! I will change the location of the wedding. It's not as if we already sent out invitations. It's my wedding day I need Ron there but of course I'll have to speak with Ginny she would kill me if I made that choice without her. "I'm sorry that you feel that way. But I believe Fred would want you to laugh at all the things you remember about him, to enjoy your memories of him. Not fear what other emotions they might stir. It's understandable that you will never fully get over the fact that you lost your brother but Fred would probably never have gotten over the fact that his death killed you when you're still living."
_THE DIRTY BOOT_
"I missed this dirty old place," Ginny, Harry, and Luna were walking down Diagon Alley.
"It does have a certain appeal," smiled Luna dreamily.
There were more people on the street than usual for the time of night. Harry wondered what was going on, he didn't have to wonder much longer when they turned down the side street to the Dirty Boot, the complete darkness that once filled the street was no longer, it was completely lit and there was a long line outside the pub.
"Wow! Did this place get good or something," asked Ginny in astonishment.
People started calling Harry's name, pointing, and waving. Harry forced a smile and waved back. There was a wrinkled old wizard sitting at the door on a stool, he was hunched over and shriveled, at first glance you would think he was dead.
"Mr. Potter!" He said hopping off the stool with more energy then it looked as if he could possibly have and opened the door "enjoy!"
Harry looked at him curiously, when they went inside the place was packed, there was actually a real dance floor and people were on it. It looked as if the tables had been wiped down and the floor swept. Harry could see the top of the owners head he was sure he would be happy. Harry looked around for a familiar face, he saw Dean standing on a table in the back corner waving his hands in the air. He took Ginny's hand in his and Luna's in the other, they pushed through the crowd, people were trying to stop Harry to get his autograph but he just kept moving. Dean, Seamus, Parvati, Lavender, George, and Neville with his arm around Hannah Abbott were sitting cramped around the table. Lee was a few feet away signing autographs.
"What the bloody hell is going on?" He asked out of breath when he reached the table. He changed the subject when he noticed Neville, "Are you two dating?"
They smiled and nodded yes. Seamus handed Harry a magazine.
"Rita Skeeter started her own tabloid?" Harry was filled with fury he wanted to kill that woman. On the cover was a picture of Harry and Angelina leaving the pub last time they were there, he hadn't noticed anyone was around. The magazine was called the "Skeeter Report", the headline on the cover read "The Elite Hang in the Unknown". He flipped through the magazine. On the first page was a photo of Rita winking next an article…
Note from the Editor
Hello everyone, I decided to start my own magazine to let everyone know what is going on in the life of the beautiful people. The Prophet doesn't seem to appreciate my valuable findings so here I am publishing them myself. I will keep you up to date with our home town hero Harry Potter along with the rest of the wizarding world elite!
"The Elite Hang in Unknown"
Harry Potter was seen leaving the "Dirty Boot" in the early hours of the morning last month with Auror Angelina Johnson. When the owner of the grungy pub was asked about Mr. Potter's reasoning's for being there, we were informed that he frequents the pub. He has been seen with Lee Jordan radio personally, Draco Malfoy heir, George Weasley of Weasley Wizarding Wheezes, Aidan Lynch of the kenmare Krestals and Neville Longbottom Herbologist for the Quibbler. Is this pub a hideaway for our celebrities or is it the new hot spot. We'll find out this weekend…
Harry looked up alarmed, "is she here?" His question was answered when he heard Draco's voice
"Fuck off you miserable sod!" Draco was fighting off reporters as he, Hermione, Goyle, and Ron came into the pub.
"Looks like more than just Skeeter's, here that has to be every paper in all of Britain!" Commented Parvati half sitting half standing so she could see over the crowd
"Who the hell told all these people to come?" Draco asked furiously as they reached the table. Harry flung the paper at him, "The Skeeter Report, I should have known only she would stoop this low."
Lee came back over waving to people and smiling. As soon as he was close enough to everyone he dropped his smile, "let's get out of here now! If I sign another autograph my hand will fall off."
"We can't disapparate out," informed Hermione.
"Back door," suggested Harry
"Reporters will probably be waiting there too," said George.
"We could just grin and bear it and go out the front door," recommended Hermione, someone tapped on Lee's shoulder for a photo, he quickly leaned in and smiled and the girl went away.
"Front door sounds great, let's just get out of here," he pleaded.
"I was looking forward to hanging out, we haven't seen Luna and Ginny in a while," Neville looked disappointed.
"We still can at the Sighler," Ron looked proud of himself for thinking of it.
"Only you Weasel would want to go to work on our day off," sneered Draco.
"We won't be working. We'll be eating and drinking. It's a muggle place no one will be there," he finished. He stumbled forward when someone ran into him.
A woman screamed everyone turned to look at what she was pointing at. It seemed as if every girl in the place was screaming now at the sight of Aidan Lynch, girls were running towards him trying to get photos and hugs.
"I wish I had it like that," pouted Seamus, Lavender patted him on the back.
"Let's get out of here. While he's being ambushed we may get a clear shot to the door," Draco led the way through the crowd.
_THE SIGHLER_
"I am sick and tired of this! Rita Skeeter is going to be the death of me!" Harry put his head down on the table.
"Relax, just ignore her, the only reason it's bothering you so much is because you're letting it," Ginny rubbed his back.
"So I guess this isn't a good time to tell you the deal that ran across my desk this morning," Seamus spun his glass around on the table.
"What?" Harry's voice was muffled by the table.
"The Boy Who Lived… Twice, the Life of Harry James Potter"
Harry lifted his head, "pardon"
"Rita Skeeter's new book, she wants me to handle the publicity for it"
"You wouldn't!" Said Harry alarmed
"I would," he leaned back in his chair, "I can see it now "The Boy Who Lived… Twice" a fictional tale by Rita Skeeter one fourth truth three fourth's rubbish"
Harry laughed, "You would seriously do that?"
"Yeah, but I'll to think of something more catchy," he smiled and rubbed his chin in contemplation.
The door to the Sighler opened Aidan and Padma came in, Padma was helping him get the lipstick off his face.
"So I guess this mean you two have defined the relationship?" Asked Draco
"Yes, on the way here…"
"Yeah we figured we should before the morning paper does it for us," finished Aidan
"The morning paper," Harry glanced at the ceiling, "I hate the morning paper."
"You've only had to deal with gossip of seven years I've been going through it my whole life, get over it" Draco rolled his eyes.
"It's not like you care! You punched that photographer that will surely be front page!" Parvati laughed.
"I think I have an idea," Everyone looked over at Hermione, "Let's go on holiday!"
"Great idea, the press can get pictures of us on location," Draco said sarcastically.
"Not if we go skiing," she retorted sticking her tongue out at him.
"You mean that thing where muggles go falling down snow covered mountains on sticks?" Questioned Ron concerned stressed in his face.
"You aren't falling down the mountain… well if you're doing it properly, you're sliding," corrected Hermione.
"We should do it, skiing is great fun," Dean was overly enthusiastic
"I have always wanted to try, the Dursley's never took me when they went," Harry frowned at the mention of the Dursley's
"Oh you Muggles, we are not going falling down a mountain! That's not holiday that's suicide!" Ron pointed out with wide eyes.
"Sounds intriguing," George and Lee were excited for the action, "let's do it!"
"It's summer there's no snow," pointed out Lavender.
"Yes there is, if we go in Argentina," Hermione smirked as if she out smarted everyone.
"And how do you expect us to get to Argentina Granger!" Draco raised an eyebrow.
"We could apparate," suggested Ron.
"We'll never make it, we'll land in the middle of the Atlantic or something half splinched," sneered Draco.
"But you guys Apparated to Australia," he pointed out
"The Deluminator acted as I guide and it will be hard side apparating all of us," Hermione Reasoned. She looked down in contemplation.
Harry smiled and said, "Susan Bones".
_THE PORTKEY_
It was 7pm on a Thursday night in Mid- July, the group was in a park in Little Whinging, Surrey waiting for Harry. Dean was pushing Parvati and Lavender on the swings, Ron was sprawled out on the grass having a fit while George dangled a spider over him, Seamus was trying to convince Lee that his radio station should have a party so he could do the PR, while Lee was harassing Angelina for a date. Neville and Hannah were in their own romantic bubble and didn't notice anyone else was around. Luna was describing the clouds to Goyle who was completely lost and Ginny filled Hermione and Padma in on the latest details about her and Harry's engagement problems. Draco was pacing back and forth impatiently…
"We agreed on seven right," asked Draco annoyed, "it's seven where the bloody hell is Potter... and why are we in Little fucking Whinging!"
Hermione glanced over at Draco, "What!" he was irritated. Harry was late, he was in love with Granger and both he and she were pretending not to know. It's not that Harry being late is such a big deal. I can't believe I agreed to this mental idea! A weekend stuck in a hotel with Granger acting normal… I keep agreeing to hang out with her even after my huge little whisper. What am I going to do? I could fake sick and turn back now…
"Ginny, do you know what's keeping Harry," Hermione asked grabbing Draco's arm to stop him pacing, she looked at him, "you're making me dizzy."
"No," Ginny shook her head, "this morning before he left for work he told me he'd meet me here."
CRACK! CRACK!
"It's about time Potter!" Draco picked up his bag and threw it over his shoulder.
Harry and Katie had apparated in, he was holding a broken clock and an old lamp, Katie was holding a tooth brush and sponge, he completely ignored Draco, "Alright we're going to have to go in two groups." He handed the lamp to Draco, "I would prefer you not to be in mine."
"The feelings neutral," Harry glared at him, Katie put the sponge and tooth brush in her bag. They were the Portkey's to get back, "well then, let's get on with it."
He held out the lamp, Hermione, Luna, Goyle, Padma, Parvati, Dean, and Lavender grabbed on to the lamp, Draco tapped it with his wand and they whirled away into the air. Harry held out the clock everyone else grabbed on and away they went.
_ARGENTINA_
"Fuck its freezing!" Ron shouted as he hit the ground, he immediately pulled his coat out of his bag.
"I told you it was winter here," Hermione pointed out, the first group had already bundled as the second group did.
They landed in a clearing at the bottom of the mountain. If they looked up they could see people who looked like little ants skiing down the side.
"Bloody hell, how are we going to get up there?" Ron watched people coming down the mountain.
"On a ski lift," answered Dean.
"The lodge is around the bend, you guys are going to have to wait while I check in, except for you Padma"
"Embarrassed to be seen with the rest of us Granger," asked George trying to sound offended.
"Exactly," she sarcastically, "I booked a double room and she can speak Spanish, I suppose they'll think it's a bit weird with 18 of us," she explained.
"I knew my trivial skills as a translator would come to some use sooner or later," Padma flourished her arms and strutted to Hermione's side.
"Wait a moment, how the hell do you expect us to fit in a room for two," Goyle asked confused as usual.
"Magic," she said simply, her and Padma trekked off through the snow.
They stood around watching the people ski and betting on who would be the next to fall, "I told you that guy looked a bit wobbly," George laughed as a man tumble down the side of the mountain. "I bet Ron will be the first one of us to go tumbling down."
"Yes, since he already declared that he doesn't need lessons," laughed Harry.
"How hard can it be," a woman got off the ski lift and didn't stop, she was screaming for people to get out of the way, people were diving left and right, "I guess it's harder than in looks," said Ron
"I think we better get out of the way," Dean warned stepping aside. The lady wasn't stopping, she no longer looked like an ant, she was coming and coming fast, everyone's eyes widen as they jumped to the side, she came screaming right pass them and kept moving through the trees.
Ron landed face down in the snow, he spit the snow out of his mouth "its official I am not going falling down a mountain, I must have been mental to agree to something like this!"
"That's alright Weasel, we never thought you were man enough to do it anyway," Draco stood up and was dusting the snow off himself.
Ron was getting ready to respond to the insult when Hermione came back into the clearing, "We're all… why are you guys on the ground?"
"An out of control skier," Harry was helping Ginny to her feet.
Hermione nodded, "oh, well let's go, think 412 Andes Lodge" CRACK! She was gone and the rest followed.
They toppled over each other when they appeared in the room. Padma was sitting on one of the beds, "what happened to the magic Granger!" Goyle landed face down on the bed behind Padma he was pulling himself back up when someone pushed him down again.
"I'm sorry Gregory," Luna stood up from where she had landed on top of Goyle.
"I thought you were going to change the room," Hermione asked Padma.
"I was I just wanted to see everyone struggle a bit first," she grinned.
"What I nice gesture," Draco sarcastically stated, "but can we please expand the room now," he was sandwiched between the door and George.
"I think we should leave it just like this, the cramp space should make for an interesting weekend," George smiled.
"Even more interesting sleeping arrangement," Lee moved his eyebrows up and down and grinned, "Angelina can sleep on top of me!"
Angelina who was standing right next to him elbowed him in the stomach. Everyone started chattering and bickering back and forth. Hermione sighed at the childish antics and waved her wand through the air. The room expanded, the beds disappeared and turned into a living area, complete with fire already burning in the fireplace. There was a door on the left wall and one on the right that lead to the bedrooms which were neatly lined with bunk beds.
"Outstanding, this is absolutely fantastic Granger," George patted her on the back, dropped his bag sat in a comfy chair and kicked his feet up.
Hermione smiled, "I think I'm going to go get in bit of skiing before the slopes close,"
"I'll join you, I've been dying to get back on the slopes," Hermione and Dean left the room chatting about where they had been skiing and what ski's they were going to rent.
"I wonder where the bar is," Seamus thought out loud.
"I don't know but I think we should go find it," Draco lead the way out of the room Seamus, and Goyle followed.
"Lavender take a look at this," Parvati was looking out the window at a ski instructor.
"We will definitely need skiing lessons," she grinned
"Let's go sign up," Parvati and Lavender rushed from the room giggling.
Harry and Ginny tried to quietly slip from the room to go on a romantic stroll, "Oi! Where do you think you're going with my sister Potter?" George turned around in his chair.
Harry looked like a deer caught in head lights, "Anywhere he wants," retorted Ginny pulling him from the room.
"Get back here!" George followed them from the room, "I don't want her pregnant!"
Neville and Hannah were making out in a corner, "Get a room!" yelled Katie
"I think it's time we get out of here," suggested Ron.
"Good idea," agreed Lee, Angelina, Katie, Ron, Padma and Luna made a run for it, they weren't even going to attempt to ski until the morning so they decided to sit in the longue and see what the muggles do for fun. They were amused when they discovered Karaoke.
"The Great Escape" Boys Like Girls
