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Summer Holiday
Chapter 2. The Villa

"Wow." Hermione breathed staring around her, shading her eyes with her hand. Harry grinned and pulled on his sunglasses to shadow the dazzling sunlight. The group had just exited the airport and they stood on the wide paved area edged to the side with borders of vivid flowers and tall palms. An endless stream of gaudy yellow taxis was flowing past the curb. The sky was a brilliant cobalt blue. Fred suddenly started laughing and pointed.

"Look at Bill." He gasped. Ron, Harry, George and Hermione followed his finger and stifled their laughter, Bill was attempting to get through the thronging crowd to the curb but he kept being pushed back. He staggered back over to the group rubbing his ribs.

"Some lady elbowed me right in the lung!" He exclaimed indignantly. Hermione grinned,

"I'll go." Bill shook his head.

"No, leave it, you'll get hurt." Hermione shook her head and motioning to Harry and Ron to follow her she walked towards the next taxi. Wriggling between the sweaty travellers Hermione managed to worm her way to the centre of the crowd, when a suddenly blow to her head sent her flying forward onto the ground.

"OW!" Hermione yelled, rubbing the back of her and lifting her head off the surprisingly soft floor. Looking down Hermione felt her cheeks flush she had fallen on top of the same footballer from earlier.

"This is not happening" Hermione told herself mortified. A grasp on her shoulder hauled her to her feet, spinning around to avoid eye contact with the blue tracksuit still on the ground Hermione glared angrily at the fat woman who had pushed her at the luggage carousel. The woman was carrying a long thin package over her shoulder and was looking rather pale.

"OH, my dear! I'm so sorry I thought I'd knocked you out!" Hermione forced a pained smile onto her face,

"No, I'm okay." She said quietly, glancing around her she saw that a lot of the crowd was staring at her, and still blushing she caught a glimpse of Harry and Ron cowering behind the fat woman sniggering. Feeling a tap on her shoulder Hermione turned. He had picked himself up and brushed most of the dust off, his hair was tousled and he looked slightly disconcerted by the eyes of the crowd.

"Um, you er... dropped your bag." He said holding it out. Hermione grinned apologetically and took it.

"I'm so sorry about that!" She muttered. He grinned,

"Don't worry, gets me back for earlier." He replied amiably patting the bulky package sheepishly. He snuck a glance to the sides and noticed with relief that everyone had gone back to their business.

"I'm Ben by the way."

"Hermione," Hermione smiled, and reached out to shake the extended hand when she felt herself being pulled away and the loud pompous voice of the fat woman ringing in her ears again.

"COME ALONG DEAR! You must have my taxi, seeing as I nearly gave you a concussion!" Hermione twisted and waved awkwardly to Ben.

"Er... okay thank you!" Hermione said as she felt the woman push her into the cool air conditioned interior of the taxi. Harry and Ron scrambled in beside her in hysterics. Hermione rolled her eyes then started laughing too. George and Fred bundled into the two boot seats and Bill finally got in next to the driver and slammed the door.

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"That. Was the most funny thing ever!" Ron said as the taxi roared away from the frantic airport. Harry, George and Fred roared with laughter in agreement.

"You should have seen your face when you saw it was that fat woman!" Harry laughed. Hermione grinned, and stretched out on the cool leather.

"Oh, well. My humiliation is a small price for a quick beginning to the holiday. I mean we'll be able to get down to the beach later, won't we Bill?"

"Yeah, hopefully." Bill replied without turning, "We'll have to unpack first though." They murmured in agreement and slipped back in their seats watching the bright green foliage whiz past through the windows.

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"Here we are then." Bill said dropping the last suitcase in the hall of the small single story villa.

"It's cool." George said appreciatively.

"Yeah!" Fred agreed enthusiastically.

"Is that a pool?" Hermione asked craning to see through the glass French doors of the spacious living area.

"Yep." Bill said grinning, "It is nice isn't it. Right, Ron. You and Harry can have this twin room. Me, George and Fred will have this one, and 'Mione you have that single one."

"What? How come she gets the only single room?" Ron complained half heartedly. Hermione grinned,

"Oh come on Ron do you really need an answer to that question?" She quipped cheerily. Grabbing her heaviest bag she began to drag it into her room.

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An hour later Hermione was unpacked, her room was small but comfortable. It was all light and airy, white walls and pale wood cabinets, sunken cupboards and wardrobe. There was a small dressing table with a mirror. The double bed was facing a large open window with a tiny terrace. Smiling happily Hermione kicked her empty suitcase under the bed and flopped onto the fluffy pillows. Pulling out her wand she twirled it idly between her fingers for a moment before muttering.

"Orchideousa" Scooping up the handful of pretty pale flowers, Hermione arranged them in an empty coke bottle. Grinning at her handiwork she pulled open the wardrobe and shedding her dirty travel clothes, she grabbed a bikini and hastily scrambled into it. Heading towards the door Hermione pulled a pale pink sarong off the hook and knotted it around her.

Quietly exiting the room, Hermione padded to the bathroom and retrieved a large fluffy white towel. Tiptoeing down the hall she knocked on the ajar door of Harry and Ron's room and got no answer. Pushing it open Hermione leant round and grinning saw Ron and Harry sprawled out on their respective beds fast asleep. With no answer from the twins or Bill she assumed they had also been overcome with jetlag. With a shrug, she wandered out to the patio and dropped her towel onto a sun recliner. Perching on the edge of the seat Hermione quickly creamed up, and lay back to let the sun screen soak in. After fifteen minutes the scorching sun, had left Hermione's skin glistening with tiny sweat beads and so standing up, removing her sunglasses and hair band she wandered to the side of the pool, and dived in.

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Harry yawned and rolled over on the bed before sitting up. He suddenly realised he was exceptionally hot. Stripping his tee-shirt and jeans off, he rummaged through a drawer and pulled out a pair of his rather tattered board shorts. Putting them on, he grabbed a pair of Ron's shorts and threw them onto his friends head.

"Uh?" Ron looked up red faced and tousled.

"C'mon lets go for a dip in the pool! I expect the others are still asleep." Harry said grinning at the state of his friend with wrinkle marks down the left side of his face from the bed sheets. Ron hopped off the bed and scrambled into his trunks. Grabbing towels from their bathroom the two boys headed out to the patio. They both stopped dead at the sight that greeted them at the wide open French doors. Hermione dressed in a simple black string bikini had just performed a perfect swan dive into the deep end of the pool. Ron and Harry's mouths gaped open at the sight of their best friend's head breaking the glassy surface of water and sending a shower of glittering water droplets flying as she shook out her hair. Looking up Hermione saw the two boys and grinning she waved before submerging under the water and swimming the length of the pool then popping up right in front of them.

"Come on in! It is gorgeous!" She enthused floating on her back and wiggling her toes for emphasis. Gulping Ron nodded dumbly and tearing his eyes away he nudged Harry who shut his mouth sheepishly and throwing their towels down, they raced to the edge of the pool and bombed in, yelling with excitement.

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After half an hour of water fights and endless races which were won mainly by Hermione much to Ron's surprise he realised that he had to really make an effort to match her speed in strokes. Panting he spat out a mouthful of water and watched Harry complete the length a little behind Hermione.

"I didn't know you were such a good swimmer, 'Mione." Hermione shrugged,

"I've had lessons since I can remember and I life guarded the last few summer holiday we didn't see each other." Harry grinned catching his breath,

"You're pretty fast. I thought my swimming was improving with those surfing lessons I took last summer but I'm no match for you."

"Ha! That'll probably change before the end of the holiday; I have the feeling we are all going to be doing a lot of swimming to cool us off." Hermione replied pulling her hands out of the water she studied the crinkled fingertips.

"Yuk! I think I'm gonna sunbathe for a bit, while we wait for the others to wake up." She said heading for the pool ladder. As she pulled herself out of the water Bill walked out onto the terrace, he stopped dead in his tracks and stared as Hermione pulled her sleek body from the water; it streamed off her and left a moist glistening layer to her creamy skin. Hermione noticed him and flashed him her usual easy going smile.

"Hey!" Bill jumped slightly as the greeting hit him,

"Hey, how's the pool?" He asked glancing behind her and noting both Harry and Ron's glazed expressions as they watched the water flow of the back of Hermione. Her grin widened and she reached up to rearrange the thin black cords that secured the bikini around her neck.

"Gorgeous!" She beamed, heading for the recliner. She grabbed the towel and flipped her head upside down she roughly dried her hair, before flopping down onto the cushioned sun chair, pulling her shades over her eyes and picking up a book from the beside table. Holding it in front of her face through the dark glasses she regarded Bill's messy blonde hair and slightly sleepy looking eyes, he had a white tee-shirt and scruffy navy shorts on. His eyes flicked to her and she caught a glimpse of the dazzling turquoise colour not dissimilar to the rippled surface of the pool before she dropped her glance to the book.

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After a lazy afternoon of relaxing in the sunshine and refreshing dips in the pool, the group headed inside. Bill suggested that they went down to the small town in search of a restaurant to celebrate their first night, feeling surprisingly energetic everyone agreed. Harry raced Ron to the shower in the bathroom they shared and Bill left George and Fred argue over who could use their bathroom first as he decided to quickly call Mrs Weasley to let her know they had all arrived safely. Happy that she had her own en suite, Hermione headed towards it. Locking the door she shed her damp bikini and ran the shower until the mirrors misted up from the warm water. Quickly lathering her hair and washing herself, she jumped out and wrapped herself in a fluffy robe.

Fifteen minutes later Harry, dressed in smart dark jeans and a white shirt, Ron in cream khakis and a navy shirt, Fred and George were lolled out on the sofas waiting for Bill to get off the phone to the restaurant. Nodding vigorously and thanking the person on the other end of the line, Bill hung up and turned to face the boys.

"Well, The Conch can fit us in at late notice, but we have to get down there quick, its a few minutes walk. Where's Hermione?"

"Still in her room." George replied, his stomach rumbling. Bill laughed,

"Right, c'mon lets go." He walked over to the shut door and knocked loudly.

"'Mione! Ready to go?" The door opened and Hermione stepped out,

"Yep. I'm starving!" She grinned sidling out; she noticed every eye in the room was on her. She was wearing a thin, floaty skirt in a pale cream which fell to just below her knee and fanned out and a simple black strappy top. She had left her long chestnuts curls loose, and they fell down her back, one side was tucked behind her ear secured with one of the cream orchids from her room. She hadn't bothered with any makeup and had just smeared some after sun over her body and rubbed a little Vaseline over her lips.

"What?" Hermione demanded, glancing down at herself, "Does this skirt look funny?" she asked raising a questioning eyebrow. Fred grinned,

"Nope it looks hot!" Hermione laughed,

"Thanks Fred! You look pretty fine tonight too." She replied with a wink, Fred shrugged.

"I always do." He joked, Hermione rolled her eyes.

"Of course! So do you guys. Wow, you do all scrub up really well." She smiled, feigning astonishment. "Who would have thought it was possible? So, where we off to? I'm so hungry!"

"The... er... Crunch?" Ron guessed, Bill laughed,

"Conch, it's a shell." Ron shrugged,

"Who cares what its called as long as the foods good." Harry nodded in agreement, and they headed out of the door into the dusk.
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