Okay time for chapter two! YAY!!
I hope you all enjoy it. It is nothing much and I'm not sure how long this story will be but lets just go with the flow. Thank you all for your kind comments. They are really appreciated.
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Manda
The plane ride was exhausting, but they did enjoy their time together. After Harry fell asleep Hermione managed to borrow a book from an old woman, who appeared to carry an entire collection of Jane Austin with her. She was halfway through Emma when Harry woke up and smiled groggily at her. "Hey Hermione, what are you reading there?" Harry leaned over to read the title of her book and wrinkled his nose. "I hate books like that."
Hermione looked up to find he was yawning and searching for his glasses. His hair was even messier than normal and she smiled at how boyish he seemed. "What do you mean books like that?" She said, handing him his glasses from her handbag.
Harry shrugged, "You know…old…classic…boring."
Hermione rolled her eyes, "Oh honestly! Harry sometimes you are more like Ron than you know." She turned her eyes back to her book and gave him a fleeting look. "You know…you might even enjoy my book if you…oh I don't know…read it?"
Harry grinned at her and stood up to stretch. "Do you think anyone is in the bathroom? I feel like I have drunk about 2 liters of water on this flight."
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A few hours later they were waiting for their luggage to start coming down the conveyor belt when Harry laughed. "You know it is probably a good thing Ron didn't come on this trip."
"Oh here they come!" Hermione pointed at a long row of luggage that tumbled out onto the moving belt. "Why do you say that?"
Harry bent down low and whispered, "Because, he would not be willing to forego magic in helping our trip along that's why."
Hermione wagged a finger at him. "Like you haven't been popping all over the place? Oh and there was that group of people in that Starbucks, who all miraculously decided they didn't want their coffees, which I might add allowed you to get your caramel latte with no wait. Not to mention that our seats seemed to be much roomier on the plane than other people." Hermione cast him a sideways glance and smirked. "Shall I go on Mr. Potter?"
Harry opened his mouth to protest, but realized she had discovered him and grinned good naturedly. "Don't tell me you didn't appreciate the seats?"
"Well of course I appreciated them! But that is beside the point." She then turned back around to search the load of bags and cases pouring out in front of them. "Sometimes I don't think it is fair that you can do magic without a wand."
Harry laughed and reached down to grab both of Hermione's bags and then his own.
When they arrived at their hotel Hermione thought it was the most beautiful place she had ever seen. Harry jumped out of the taxi and paid the fare allowing Hermione to soak up the atmosphere. She held on tightly to her handbag bought especially for the trip and couldn't stop thinking about the sleeping arrangements. Oh why didn't she ask Harry about that? She should have but realized now it was too late. She was broken out of her thoughts when she felt Harry's arms snake around her waist and she shivered when his lips placed a few little kisses along the nape of her neck. Oh merlin that feels so good, she thought to herself and blushed a lovely shade of pink.
Harry smiled to himself as he gave the bags to the waiting baggage boy and he guided her into the lavishly decorated lobby. He pointed to the beautiful crimson sofa and whispered, "Honey why don't you wait here while I check in." She hesitated for a moment, but did what he suggested. There was a lovely statue with a dolphin seemingly jumping out of the water and she noticed a little face gazing intently at her from the other side.
Hermione smiled and waved at the little boy who couldn't have been more than 5 years old. He snickered and jumped out with a small toy sword held firmly in his hand. "I am a pirate matey, arrgh!" The little boy made his best pirate face and began swishing his sword back and forth when suddenly red sparks flew from the point and he froze. "I'm sowwy, I'm not supposed to do magic yet. Mummy says I can get in big twouble with the Misery of Magic people." Hermione giggled and looked around for his mother who from the looks of it was racing toward her little wizard frightfully.
"Oh dear dear dear! Umm….you see it is a trick sword that emits flashes of light. Battery operated you see. Err…Oh dear dear dear!" The harassed woman picked up her child and gave Hermione a frightened look before Hermione found her voice.
"Don't worry; I'm a witch so you don't have to make excuses. I had no idea that this was a popular place for wizards." She smiled at the young mother who relaxed a little but still seemed a bit nervous.
"Well his father is the wizard. I am just a normal average person you know. I don't know what we are supposed to do! He is always doing these strange things and my husband bless him just doesn't see the harm." She sat back down again and gave Hermione another hassled glance as her son once again began fighting imaginary bad guys. "I mean I took him to see family in the states and he wanted an ice cream cone before dinner so of course I said no but he through a tantrum and what happened? He began to glow green for heavens sake! The louder he yelled the greener he became. I mean how do you explain something like that? It is all so very random. I hope it gets controllable." She worriedly glanced over at her little boy and Hermione couldn't help but smile at the young woman.
"I'm sure there is nothing to worry about." Hermione soothed.
At that point she saw Harry motion for her and she jumped up nervously. "Well it was nice meeting you and your little one I hope you have a lovely holiday." She waved at the small pirate and dashed off to a waiting Harry.
"What was that all about?" Harry nodded at the young woman as Hermione gently slipped her hand inside his and smiled.
"Oh I was just chatting with a little boy and his mother."
Harry nodded and was encouraged by the way she clung to his arm so he lead them off toward a small elevator. Hermione closed her eyes and tried to keep her mind firmly away from sharing a room with Harry. She anxiously began fidgeting and Harry chuckled at how restless she was.
They approached a large double door at the end of a long corridor and Hermione giggled nervously as he led her into the most beautiful suite of rooms she had ever seen. She slowly withdrew her hand away from Harry and gasped at how lovely everything was. There was a large living area complete with a large sofa and a chaise lounge chair all done in a rich beige color. The lounge opened up to a small dining area that had a lovely private balcony offering a glorious view of the ocean. She didn't see a bed and turned suddenly around to find Harry right behind her grinning like a fool.
"Our rooms are this way," he said sweetly and guided her toward a small hallway opening off of the lounge. They entered a small door and once inside she caught her breath. Her bedroom was done in a beautiful sea side motif with soft hues of blue. The bed was a huge four poster covered with large fluffy pillows and comforters and there was a small vanity table filled with anything she might possibly need beside the bed. She noticed that her bags had already been brought in and she smiled timidly.
"It is really beautiful Harry but where are your bags?"
Harry caught his breath and swallowed hard. "My…My room is across the hall." He shifted uncomfortably and gazed down into her eyes completely spell bound until she broke the connection.
"Well let's not unpack just yet I want to visit the beach! I've never had such a vacation Harry thank you." She wrapped her arms around his waist and gave him a gentle squeeze.
Harry flashed another goofy grin at her, "Oh it's nothing I just want you to enjoy yourself. Let's get into our bathing suits and go for a swim." Harry kissed her on the forehead and with a pop he apparated out of her room.
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