"Well, my dear brother, what do you think of the Americans?" Fred asked.
"Honestly, the girls are right cute. Angel looks right scary, and that Oz fellow, also. Xander just reminds me of a goofier Ron."
"Couldn't have said it better myself," Fred replied, grinning.
"D'you see the looks our dear little sister were giving that Angel bloke?"
"Damn near steamed his shorts."
"Too right."
"Well, maybe she'll get off Harry's back for once."
"Let's hope."
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The snores just seemed to get louder with each passing.
Harry scrunched up his eyes and wished vainly for sleep. If Ron would just shut...up...it might actually come to him. He sighed loudly, causing Hermione to shift slightly in her sleep, and glanced over at the other passengers.
Ron had his head thrown back, his mouth wide open, and an arm thrown back over his head. Hermione was against his arm, deeply asleep with her head hidden in his side. Tonks was also in the backseat, lime green hair concealing her face from view.
He could hear Fred and George talking lowly, and wondered vaguely what they were discussing. Deciding he probably didn't need nor want to know, he closed his eyes and leaned his head back.
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This was going just great, Ginny had concluded.
She was certain that Angel was right jealous of the attention was she was giving Xander. It was obvious how he felt for her. Who cares that Buffy had thrown herself on his lap? I mean, honestly, who would turn her down? She contemplated this while looking in her compact and puckering her lips at her reflection. That's right, she concluded. Nobody.
"Oh, is my yiddle Xander asleep? I don't think he is. Let's see if a little tickling won't wake him up!"
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Hermione didn't know how long she had pretended to be asleep. Snuggling up in Harry's arm had been very tempting and she didn't feel like facing the odd tension that had sprouted between her and Harry. As much as she wanted to talk to him, Ron's little pep talk about Ginny had squashed any chance of her and Harry having a normal conversation. After Ron had begun interrogating her on American television and the sport known as "football", she had decided it was time for some sleep...which hadn't happened after Ron had begun to snore.
She wondered how much farther they had left. They were only going to Grimmauld place after all. She briefly toyed with the thought of actually asking but decided that might just wake up Ron. While that would put a stop to the snoring, it would also mean she would have to put up with grouchy!Ron. Deciding that it was not worth the risk, she decided to keep her mouth shut.
Hearing Harry sigh somewhere above her, she jumped slightly, not realizing that he was still awake. She waited a couple of minutes in silence before asking quietly, "Harry?"
"Yeah, Hermione?" he whispered in reply.
"Are you awake?"
"Yes..."
"Oh! I'm sorry! Stupid question."
"It's alright."
A few more minutes passed in silence.
"Harry?"
"Yeah?"
"I just wanted to tell you I really--"
"WE'RE HERE!" the twins cried as the Grimmauld Place appeared in the distance.
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