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Pacific Dawn

Michie

Ok I just want to say thanks to everyone who has reviewed…I'm so glad this many people are enjoying my story! Thanks a million! Anyway, here's more….and two more chapters are on their way! I did a lot of writing last night because I couldn't sleep so I'll be posting that today.

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Hermione shot up out of the incredibly warm water and felt the drops trailing down her face. For a few quiet and short moments, she forgot where she was, then she remembered falling in after Harry had pulled her in with him. Her long hair was hanging partly down in front of her face. With one quick swipe it was where it should be and her gaze pierced Harry right down to his core.

He was also standing there in the water, staring straight back at her as he felt the water run down his face and back into the hot tub.

"Well aren't you just a clever witch?" Harry said in a low dragging tone. Hermione could tell he wasn't all that happy, but if there's one thing she did know for sure, it's his tool of surprise. He could be feeling something one minute, then the next he totally turns around on you.

Hermione clicked her tongue at him and stood up all the way, her clothes sticking to her body. "Oh no. I'm not falling for that one, Harry James Potter," she said to him, never breaking her gaze that she had on him.

With narrowed eyes he sat himself on one of the higher ledges in the hot tub and stared at her. The way her clothes were sticking to her were cause to make any grown man blush, and that's exactly what he did.

Ron came up and leaned against the edge. "Well, that was fun wasn't it?" he asked, breaking the silence. "Well Hermione, looks like you've got on yellow knickers today," he added, trying desperately to keep a straight face.

Hermione looked down and flung her arms at her sides. "I give up." She then let out a sigh with Harry making his classic pouting face at her.

"What's the matter? The great Hermione Granger can't suffer yet another defeat against me? What is this world coming to?" he teased, looking at Ron.

"Yeah, mate. What on earth is going on?" he added sarcastically.

Hermione rolled her eyes at them and hopped up onto the ledge to start drying off. "Well I'll tell you what's going on. The world is coming to an end if either of you do anything like that to me again," she added with a sly smirk.

Harry glanced at her again and felt his body turn inside out. While Hermione twisted the bottom of her pale yellow tank top, a patch of skin was exposed near her belly button. He froze at the sight and trailed his eyes up and down her body. Her wet shirt clung to her like water, which it half was, and it showed off all the curves of her upper body. Then his eyes moved south, along her stomach and down to her legs. Harry choked for a moment when he noticed a little bit of yellow showing through her white shorts. Ron was right, and she was practically see-though now.

Harry snapped out of his thoughts with the sensation of water splashing on him.

"Earth to Harry!" Hermione joked.

Hermione and Ron laughed and booked it away from Harry. He wiped his face of the water Hermione had splashed on him.

Hermione's feet ached under her as she carried her shoes in her hands. The wooden deck fried the bottoms of her feet, but she kept moving, water dripping off her with each movement. Harry wasn't far behind. He too, carried his shoes in his hands, which were now soaking wet, and kept a short distance between them.

"I'll get you Hermione!" he shouted playfully. Hermione turned around and looked at him, running backwards as she did so. She made a face and flipped back around, grabbing onto Ron for support.

They went down some stairs and found themselves out in the corridor to their rooms. Hermione flung herself through her door and locked it immediately after Ron came in. He ran through her suite and out the back door to enter his room. He his door also.

"Hermione! I know you're in there…open up!" Harry shouted. He was pounding on the door, and wished desperately that he had his wand on him.

Containing her laughter wasn't an option at this point as Hermione leaned up against the door, laughing madly at him. "Ha! I got you this time-Harry?"

It was too quiet. Harry wasn't shouting back at her. She pressed her ear against the door to listen. Nothing. Realizing that he finally gave up, Hermione shrugged and went into the bathroom for a towel. She whipped one off the rack and put it to her hair to dry it.

Hermione heard the click of a door in her suite and froze. She bit her bottom lip and poked her head out of the bathroom. No one was there. "Must be hearing things," she said quietly to herself.

She sighed and went back into the bathroom, slipping quickly out of her wet clothes and into her white robe.

A few minutes later, she came out of the bathroom, holding her towel, it being very wet from her soaked hair. She looked up and jumped; the towel dropped.

"Harry!" she gasped. He had a sly grin on his face and stared at her. "Don't scare me like that!" she held out a hand to the wall to support her self.

"And why not? You've gotten me a couple times today. I thought I would even the score. The next time we're down by the pool, namely the hot tubs, you better watch out," he threatened coolly.

The corners of her mouth turned upward at him. "Oh yeah? Well then I guess you have forgotten one little detail."

She winked at him and walked off to the back door and opened it, stepping outside onto their deck.

"And what's that?" he asked, watching Hermione closely. When he saw she was going outside, he followed. His eyes brightened at what she was talking about.

"With all the excitement so far today, you and Ron have both overlooked the hot tub in the corner.

Harry smirked and looked at Hermione right as Ron came back out. "Did I miss anything," he asked. Harry and Hermione laughed at him.

"No Ron. I was just reminding Harry that we have our own hot tub."

Ron's eyes lit up and he snapped his head in all directions. "Wicked," he responded with a smile.

"I think I'm going to relax in my room for a little while." Hermione said, breaking the still silence the three of them were keeping.

"Yeah. I think I'll go down to the lower decks and talk to some girls. Harry, want to join me?" Ron declared with a smile.

Harry faked a grin. "No that's all right. I'm going to sit out here for a while," he responded. Hermione smiled at the two of them and slowly turned to go inside. Ron left and Harry stood out on the deck, looking over the railing on the North end to the deck below.

A few minutes passed and Hermione came back out, not realizing Harry was still there. He heard her close the door and just then, something caught his eye on the deck below. Hermione came up behind him and put her hands on his shoulders.

"Harry, what's-"

"Shh…" he said to her. She stood beside him in her robe and looked down to what he was looking at. Her eyes came back up slowly and she looked into his face, trying to look sympathetic.

"Harry, is-is that-Cho?" she asked. Harry looked at her.

"I hope so!" he chimed. Hermione's forehead wrinkled and she tried to find her voice again.

"I'm sorry? Harry, did you just say you hope that's Cho?" she said in disbelief.

Harry turned and grinned at her. "You bet." Hermione smiled evilly.