A.N. Thanks a ton for the reviews guys, there will be plenty of pool scenes, and if you ever wanted to see something written but never have, tell me about it and we'll see what happens.
The Deal
After packing his suitcase, which was of course magically enchanted, Harry found himself in a position he had never been in before. This position wasn't bad by any means, he enjoyed it thoroughly, but it was a hard one in a sense that he was wedged tightly in between Emily and Hermione. The SUV was by no means cramped, Emily and Hermione had plenty of room near the doors, but for some reason they were pressed exceptionally close to him. And then there was Hermione's skirt, and shirt and everything else about her. Gone were the Hogwarts cloths and in were the never before seen summer cloths…or lack of them in a way. Try to imagine this, you have been friends with the girl next to you, you fancy her, and now you can literally see more of her then you ever have before in your life. Her little white skirt plucks at the edge of your vision, her soft creamy skin visible to you for the first time, your arm unconsciously ends up resting on one of her perfect legs and through all this you try ever so hard not to look, but for some reason, no a very obvious reason, this task is neigh impossible to accomplish. You are so mesmerized that if a hippogriff were in front of you you would be oblivious to it. Then there was Hermione's dad who seemed to be watching Harry like a hawk through the rear view mirror, his fierce gaze telling him that were he to try anything, anything at all, he would accomplish in two seconds the very thing that Voldemort had been trying to do for the past seventeen years.
But now you are beginning to think well that must be bad, prepare yourself, it gets worse, or better, Harry couldn't really decide. For you see there is another part of this whole dilemma, Emily. Emily, who unlike Hermione had absolutely nothing to lose, everything to gain, and was making her intentions known by resting her head in a seemingly tired fashion on Harry's shoulder. Then there was Emily's arm which, accidentally, was now resting very high up on Harry's thigh, so high in fact that blood was beginning to drain ever so slightly into the last place that Harry wanted it to drain to at that moment.
Taking a deep breath to calm himself Harry wondered how he would get through the summer, the fact that a third part of Harry, one that rarely came out, was singing `We're gonna get laid, we're gonna get laid…' over and over again was not helping out either.
"Poor boy, they're going to drive him mad." Joanne quietly told her husband.
Dave had recently come to another realization, one that he was having some serious trouble coping with. Harry was going to shag his daughter sooner or later. "Oh yes. How poor he is."
"We are not having this talk again." She warned him.
"What talk? I remember you and Hermione going out shopping and then you telling me what was going to happen this summer whether I accepted it or not. I haven't seen this much of my daughter since she was in diapers." Dave grumbled.
While Harry was trying to keep his breathing normal, while Dave and Joanne were discussing what was to happen this summer, Hermione and Emily were thinking the opposite thing, or rather the same thing but in a very different way.
Hermione was thrilled and yet extremely mad. Harry literally hadn't taken his attention off her, she could tell that he wasn't looking directly at her but she knew that all of his attention was on her. She determined that there were to be two ways that the vacation could end for Harry, in the insane asylum or with her in a snogging session. But then there was Emily, the slut, who was feeling up her Harry, she wasn't helping her she was helping herself. The slut, this was war, winner take Harry. Now all she had to do was pick up some of those magazines and she could learn for herself how to turn Harry into putty.
Emily was perhaps the only one in the car who was completely satisfied, gone were the thoughts of helping Hermione, in were the plans of getting Harry. Harry was too big a prize to let up, oh no, she wouldn't just give him away, this was going to be a war and she intended to win it. She could tell that Harry had put all of his attention on her, oh how she would drive him mad, insane with lust, until finally…Emily smiled happily at the thought.
"So Harry I hear you haven't ever gone on a vacation?" Joanne finally asked to get some conversation going.
"No actually I haven't, the Dursleys don't take me anywhere and so I haven't really been to any other continents." Harry explained.
"Well this one is going to be interesting, its our family reunion, we have one every ten years where the whole family and even close friends attend. We're going to go to Florida first and stay there for a bit, and then we'll travel to Cancun, the Caribbean, those kinds of places."
"That's amazing, by the way how much are the tickets?"
"For the plane you mean?"
"Yes."
"Don't worry about it, money is not an issue in our family by any means."
"Are you sure? I can pay no problem."
"Yes I'm sure, now if you ask again bad things will happen to you." She warned him.
"Yes Ma'am."
"And it goes to that Ma'am thing too. Mom or Jo, one or the other."
"Yes Jo."
"Better."
For the remainder of the ride they all talked about where they would be going, what they wanted to do, and other such little planning type things, Harry regained some of his vision and Emily `woke up'. The group soon arrived at a busy airport at which point in time all, or as much as possible, attention was focused on getting on the correct plane. Harry was too enraptured by the very different and to him rather exciting time at the airport to notice that more then a few eyes were on Hermione and Emily. Hermione and Emily on the hand were more used to the hussle and bussle of airports and so they really noticed the attention that Harry seemed to be getting. Harry had insisted that he be loaded up with bags like a mule and so they couldn't even act like he was his, furiously they watched as he was looked over by many roaming eyes.
"We have to talk." Tommy muttered to Harry while they were handing off their luggage, with which of course there was no problem, magic worked amazingly well.
"Okay, sure thing." Harry replied, intrigued by his secretive tone. Unable to continue the conversation the two made sure to get two seats farthest away from the group in the airplane.
Finally after all of the hussle and bussle, and the plane was in the air Tommy looked at Harry the way that the Weasley twins looked at him.
"You haven't caught on to it have you?" He asked.
"Caught on to what?" Harry motioned him to explain.
"Emily and Hermione."
"Huh?"
"I have a deal for you, you help me and I help you. Deal?"
"Help in what?"
"I help you survive the summer, and you teach me how to fly a broom. Do we have a deal?" Tommy held out his hand.
"Okay, you have yourself a deal." Harry agreed, shaking hands with Tommy, still not sure what he was talking about.
"Hermione and Emily fancy you." He said simply.
"What!?"
"Shocking isn't it?" He asked sarcastically. "Basically its like this. Our family knows that Hermione fancies you and many suspect that you fancy her. She is probably working with Emily, at least for a bit until the two go at you separately. But either way both of them intend to drive you wild with their little male manipulation games, I saw Emily do it last year to one guy and I felt sorry for the dude, and yes innocent Hermione is following in her footsteps." He explained.
"Nooo, she never even mentioned anything of the sort." Said Harry, `YES!' Said Harry inside his head, could it really be true? Could Hermione possibly feel about him like he did about her?
"And so my friend I offer to help you by helping you to turn the game around on them. It really is kind of horrible what they will end up doing to you."
Harry thought about this for a moment, if Hermione wanted to play games he would play games. Besides, he always knew that Hermione wasn't all innocent, there had to be some mischievous side to her that had never been seen before, and how he wanted to play with that side.
"What do I do?" He finally asked.
"Before I say anything you must promise that you'll teach me how to fly."
"A deal is a deal, I'll even buy you a broom."
"Really?"
"Sure."
"Great, now here is what you could try doing, and what would be really fun to do for us…"
Meanwhile Emily and Hermione were having their own planning sessions and had come to a couple conclusions between each other. Harry was fair game for either of them, they would help each other out but could not purposefully do anything harmful to the other. Hermione knew Harry's background and Emily knew how to work it, therefore by combining forces they would ensure that at least one of them got Harry and not some other girls that were sure to be staying with them.
--- Tampa Bay Florida ---
With the skidding of tires and plums of white smoke coming from the tires a 747 airliner that had left Britain at one PM Saturday landed in Tampa Bay at two PM that same day.
Harry couldn't help but marvel at the area, palm trees everywhere, tourists, sun, ocean, it was utterly amazing, like being in a totally new world. The customs was rather tight, the Americans had really become somewhat paranoid of a `terrorist attack', but once again magic ensured that everything through smoothly and in no time at all they were through and picking up their luggage. Suddenly he a got nudge in the ribs by Tommy who motioned to go to the washroom.
"Hey Dave." Harry called.
"What's up?"
"Tommy and I are gonna go check something out real quick, we'll meet you guys at the entrance of Bay 4." Harry quickly told him.
"Sure, just don't be too long, we're meeting a lot of other people here."
"Not a problem, if anything we'll call you."
Taking their luggage with them Harry and Tommy quickly made their way over to the bathroom to begin their own operation. Making sure that no one was looking Harry opened his enchanted suitcase and pulled out just the shirt he was looking for.
"Magic right?" Tommy asked impressed as Harry quickly changed from a long sleeve shirt to a white shirt that fashionably showed off what he had.
"Yep." Looking around to make sure that no one was in sight Harry pulled out his wand and muttering a spell tapped both his and Tommy's suitcases, turning them into the size of a deck of cards.
"That's amazing, wish I could do magic."
"Hermione can do some really impressive magic, you should ask her to show you some things. We're both allowed to do magic outside of school now but we have to be really careful about it." Harry explained. "Lets just hope we can get away with the next part."
Just prior to leaving the twins had sent Harry a cell phone that they said was connected to Gringotts. Inside was everything from GPS, to ministry tracking system and at the moment most important of all instant shopping for those expensive items.
"If that thing works there is no limit to what we can do." Tommy breathed as Harry punched in what he was looking for.
"You have no idea." Harry replied with an equally mischievous grin.
"Holy shit." Was all they were able to say when the screen changed to a map with the directions for the nearest location where they could pick up their item.
"Okay lets go, follow me." Harry sprinted out the washroom with Tommy right behind him. Weaving through the crowd they made it out into the open where a line of yellow Taxi were waiting for passengers.
Jumping into the nearest one they were greeted by a Jamaican fellow who fit all the stereotypes the two had ever heard of.
"Take us here." Harry showed him the phone with the GPS screen.
"Shooa ting broda."
Sitting in the back seat Harry and Tommy marveled at the area they were in, beaches, girls, the sun, palm trees, the weather, it was all so perfect. After what seemed like too short a time they finally pulled up to their destination, the word Ferrari sparkled beautifully on the building before them.
"Tenty dollas mon." The drivers instructed.
Paying him the money Harry and Tommy climbed out of the cab and somewhat nervously walked towards the front door. `That little phone better have done the purchasing or else we are screwed.' Thought Harry. `This is so cool.' Thought Tommy as he followed Harry inside. Although Harry had not associated much with cars in his life the feeling of being inside that room brought all sorts of tingly feelings to him. Red, black, and yellow Ferrari's dotted the floor room, sparkling, begging to be driven.
"Hello, how may I help you gentlemen?" Asked a very polite man in a very nice dark blue suit.
"Hello, my name is Harry Potter and I am here to pick up my car." He answered the man.
"I am sorry sir we have not been notified of this." This time his tone was a touch less hospitable.
"Excuse me." A beautiful you lady came up to them, a piece of paper and keys in her hand. "This arrived about fifteen minutes ago in the mail."
Harry caught a glimpse of his driver's license on the paper as the salesman quickly scanned the page and looked from the page to him.
"So sorry Mr. Potter." He apologized sincerely.
"Not a problem."
"If you could please sign this sir." He handed Harry the paper and led him over to the receptionist's desk.
Giving the form a quick glance Harry quickly signed the paper and handed it back to the salesman.
"Thank you sir, please follow me to your car." The salesman led Harry and Tommy outside and into a cool dark, and highly secure garage. "If there is anything you require, anything at all please let me know." He handed Harry a card out of his pocket.
"Will do, and I must congratulate you on your quick service. The guys over at Lamborghini made my dad wait hours over in Paris while they finalized everything and did all sorts of checks." It was all a lie but the salesman seemed to appreciate it very much as he quickly thanked them a half dozen times.
After what seemed like ages the garage door finally opened and before them stood a jet black F430 Spider, even while standing it seemed to be moving, this was not a car meant for going slow, this was a car that was built to go fast.
"Enjoy sir." The salesman said with a wide smile, handing Harry his keys. "Good day."
"Thank you, bye."
Relishing the moment Harry was just about to put the key into the door when all of a sudden his phone rang. "Hello?" He flicked it open.
"Harry?"
"Yes."
"This is Dave. Listen where are you guys I've been looking all over for you two."
"We're just at a store why?"
"Well I'm sorry but there is a small complication."
"What is it?"
"You see we don't have enough room for everyone with the vans we ordered and it could be hours before another one comes, so do you think you two could take a cab and make it down to the mansion by yourselves?"
"Sure." He replied a little quickly, Dave didn't seem to notice though.
"Thanks a lot Harry, and again I'm really sorry."
"Its okay don't worry about it. Besides we have a surprise for you guys."
"A surprise?"
"You'll see it when we get there, just don't get mad okay?"
"You didn't do anything illegal did you?"
"No not at all don't worry. What is the address again by the way?"
"Five twenty seven South Beach."
"Okay, will see you there."
"It's just on the outskirts of the city, see you guys later."
Putting cell phone back into his pocket Harry put the key into the lock, turned, and it opened. Climbing inside he pushed the button to unlock the side passenger door.
"You know how to drive right? You didn't just get a driver's license out of thin air did you?" Tommy asked him with worry.
"No, a guy named Michael Schumacher taught me how to drive, his son is going into second year at a German wizard school, Mr. Weasley contacted him and he did it no problem."
Tommy looked at him with a newfound awe, here was a guy who faugh dragons and all sorts of other giant stuff, and who was taught how to drive by The best Formula One driver of all time. "You're serious aren't you?"
"Yep." Harry answered buckling up tightly.
Tommy followed Harry's actions, making sure to really buckle in tight.
Finger on the red Start button Harry let out a deep breathe and pressed it. The engine roared to life, revving to three thousand and then falling back down, the sound was something beautiful, something awesome, magnificent, ferocious, untamed, and so much more. Flipping a switch the roof folded back into an area near the engine, another switch put the car into manual, and the last one put it into race mode. Harry figured that race mode was for when you wanted to do some aggressive driving. Popping the clutch, revving the engine to four thousand RPM and then shifting it into first proved without any measure of doubt that if there were a god, and if god were to buy a car, then he would buy a Ferrari.
The Ferrari did a burnout out of the dealership, Harry gunning it as hard as he could, speed limits were suggestions, and the meaning of destination was completely and utterly, erased from his brain.
A.N. What will be Hermione's reaction and what does Harry have planned for our dear sweat little ladies? Only time will tell.
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