Beach
When Hermione showed up at the Dursleys' offering to take Harry on her family holiday for the rest of the summer, his 'darling' relatives were all too happy to agree. They stuck their noses outside long enough to check that the Grangers were a normal family ("Nice car," Uncle Vernon grunted), and sent him sprawling onto the welcome matt. He had never been happier in his life.
It was only about half an hour later that Harry mustered up the courage to ask, "Where are we going?" meekly.
"Florida." Hermione replied, a huge sparkling grin spread across her face.
"I don't mean to be a bother-"
"Nonsense." Hermione's mother –"Call me Emma,"- told him firmly. "Dan won the tickets in a raffle. Hermione mentioned you might need to… 'get away' from your relatives." A disgusted sneer crossed her face as she mentioned the Dursleys.
Harry sent Hermione a grateful smile.
When they arrived in Florida, the first thing Harry noticed was that there were only two bedrooms. Hermione immediately claimed the bed closest to the window, and plonked her luggage down on the mattress firmly. Harry wandered over to the other bed and sat himself upon it awkwardly.
"We'll have to get you a new wardrobe." Emma decided, oblivious to Harry's protests.
"Now, there'll be no funny business between you two." Hermione's father –"Call me sir,"- informed them gruffly. "I won't have my daughter taken advantage of by some hormone-ridden teenage boy. I am a dentist, you know!"
For some reason, he didn't seem assured by Hermione and Harry's denials.
But whatever he'd promised her father, it didn't stop Harry from loving the beach.
He'd never noticed how good Hermione looked in a bikini.