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Pacific Dawn

Michie

Harry and Ron looked at each other. "Isn't what obvious?" Ron asked Hermione. She rolled her eyes.

"Well what's your gut telling you right now?" she asked with a smile. Ron wrinkled his eyebrows a bit and thought about it.

"I don't know. But if I don't eat something soon I might just pass out here and now." Ron said.

Hermione rolled her eyes some more and stared at him.

"What?" he asked.

"That's exactly what I meant." She answered back in a dull, yet amused tone.

Harry looked at Ron and laughed. "Well where should we go? There's got to be at least ten different restaurants in this place. I mean, look at the size of ship we're on!" Harry pointed out excitedly.

Hermione shrugged and smiled at Ron and Harry. Her bare arms stretched out some more, showing every little detail in her muscles as she flipped the large piece of paper over to see where all the restaurants were.

"Harry, what time is it?" Hermione asked, still looking at the map of the ship.

Harry squinted his eyes to look through the glass of her bedroom. "Just after eight."

"Okay. Well we've got some fancy dining areas we can go to, there's a breakfast bar we can go to up on the main level, or there's always room service," Hermione's eyes still scanned over the paper a little bit more and then she looked up at them as they thought about it.

"I think we should save the fancy dining for dinner. So that leaves all the smaller shops and bars," Harry suggested.

"Great point, Harry," Hermione said with a gentle smile on her face.

Being that they had put their two cents in, so to speak, Harry and Hermione looked at Ron. "Well?" Harry asked.

"Yeah sure. Leave me to make the decisions. I'm the one that got us on here in the first place," he said impatiently.

Hermione exchanged an uncertain, yet sarcastic look with Harry. "Ron, I'm sure it was your dad's idea. First of all, he's the minister now and he's the muggle lover. But that's beside the point. What do you want to do?" Hermione asked finally.

Ron gave her a sarcastic smirk and thought about it for a few moments. "I say we go for room service!" he suggested happily, rubbing his hands together in excitement.

"Room service it is!" Hermione concluded.

"Sure why not," Harry said. "I've always wanted to try room service the muggle way."

Hermione and Ron laughed and got up from the table. Harry stayed seated and gazed around as the other two started inside. Hermione had her eyes glued to the paper for instructions when she turned around again and had a seat where she was before. Ron came back out looking confused.

"Okay how are we supposed to enjoy room service if we can't even order it?" Ron asked with his hands supporting him against the door frame. Hermione smiled at Harry and then rolled her eyes at Ron.

"Sit down Ron. Says here that we can order from the balcony." She turned her eyes away and started looking around. "Now where's that switch?" she asked in a concentrating tone.

Ron planted himself in the chair facing the water and looked at Harry and Hermione. "Harry?" he asked.

Harry snapped his head up from his fixed gaze on Hermione figuring things out. "Yeah?"

"Do you mind switching me spots? I'm getting a little…uh…seasick. And eating isn't going to help it."

Hermione looked up from the paper at Harry and then saw the pained and pleading look on Ron's face. She laughed then Harry stood to get up. She reached out an arm to him, urging him to sit down. "Ron, you can switch with me. The water doesn't bother me," she said. Ron gave her a thankful expression and stood up to switch her spots.

Hermione was now facing the water. Ron and Harry sat on each side of her at the circular glass table.

Since the table was scooted up against the railing, that only left open three spots. Hermione went back to getting things ready to order when she felt the switch under the table. She flipped it with a light press of her finger and jumped back when a section in the center of the table opened up and a shallow open box lifted to the top. There was a phone hooked to the bottom with a red button on it. Harry and Ron looked at it.

"Uh-oh. Looks like we have to order the muggle way," Ron said, sounding a bit thrown off.

"Well what did you expect? We didn't come here to relax and be lazy." Harry and Ron smirked at her. "Okay so maybe we did, but that's not the point. Anyway, if you two are too chicken, I'll go ahead and order."

She thought about it for a minute and looked around.

"Where are the menus?" Harry asked, looking under the table for amusement. Hermione lifted the silver phone from it's red velvet casing and revealed the menus. She handed one each to Ron and Harry, keeping one for herself.

They all scanned the menu quickly. "I guess you tell them what number you want, judging by the numbers off to the side of the choices," Hermione mused.

Harry and Ron shrugged their shoulders and continued in silence as they made their decision. "Hermione, what are cheese blintzes?" Ron asked, wrinkling his face in curiosity as he looked at her.

She smiled. "It's like pancakes, but thinner. They're rolled up like a burrito and there's different cheeses in the middle, like cream cheese and such. You put fruit over them and they're actually quite good. That's what I'm having."

Ron appreciated her expertise when it came to muggle foods. He knew what some things were, but nothing like this. "Do you know what you want, Harry?" she asked, looking over her menu at him.

He looked up from his menu and smiled at her. "Yeah I think I'm going to have the French Toast. That's number eleven."

She nodded. "Okay. Ron?"

He looked at her. "The breakfast sampler. Number fifteen on the list." He put his menu down calmly.

"Alright then we're ready to order. Harry, hand me the phone, will you?"

Hermione stretched out her arm and Harry handed her the small silver phone, being careful not to drop it. She read over the instructions carefully and picked it up, pushing the red button after she put it up to her ear.

Ron and Harry watched carefully to what she was doing. A faint voice could be heard on the other line and Hermione started to tell them what they wanted for breakfast. She looked up at them with her hand cupped over the mouth piece. They stopped their whispering immediately.

"Harry, how do you want your eggs?"

"Scrambled."

"Okay, and to drink?"

"Orange juice," he answered. Ron was watching them like a hawk, being sure not to miss something.

"Ron, same for you." Hermione said with her hand still covering the mouth piece.

"I'll have…water. Just water."

Hermione gave him a funny look and blinked in understanding. She finished ordering everything for them and hung up the phone when she was done.

"So when will it be here?" Harry asked as he observed her carefully.

"She said it will be about fifteen minutes."

"Fifteen minutes? Fifteen minutes! That's outrageous!" Ron complained, then he remembered they were doing almost everything the muggle way.

"Ron it's not that long. Think about it. That's about the amount of time it takes you to wake up in the morning," Hermione snickered. Harry chuckled at her comment and smiled at her. Ron's face went a little red.