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Summer Holiday	By : orchid Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 2901 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Summer Holiday
Chapter 5. Apologies

"Hey." Hermione smiled at Ben, he grinned back.

"You look great," He said earnestly, Hermione smiled gratefully,

"You too." She replied, Ben was dressed in some dark denim jeans and a crisp white shirt open at the neck. Hearing a loud yelp from Fred followed by ear piercing hysterical laughter from Harry & Ron Hermione slipped out of the door and shut it behind her. Ben started laughing and Hermione rolled her eyes.

"Don't even ask." She giggled. "So where are we going?"

"Well I reserved us a table at El Rapsioso's." Ben replied. Hermione grinned broadly.

"Great! I'm starving!" She said patting her stomach, Ben smiled and took her arm and together they headed off down the path towards the sea front.

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El Rapsioso's was a small but cosy Mexican restaurant, the enticing, spicy aromas surrounding the door. The windows were draped in rich burgundy velvet giving the restaurant a secluded and mysterious appeal. Ben pushed the door open and entered Hermione following, they were hit by a cloud of forceful heat, and smoke from the open fire stove. A short dark haired waiter sidled up to the couple,

"Have you reservations?" He asked.

"Yes. Monroe, for two?" Ben replied, the waiter glanced down at his list and nodded,

"Follow me." He led them through another set of h vel velvet drapes into the restaurant. The waiter gestured to a small table in the corner of the room, he pulled back a chair for Hermione and handed the pair menus. Bowing slightly he retreated back towards the kitchen. Hermione grinned broadly,

"This is cosy." She giggled; the restaurant was so tightly crammed with tables that there was little room between. Shifting a little her legs brushed Bens. Ben laughed,

"Yeah very snug." He chuckled. At that moment a small group of very sweaty looking men in ponchos and wide brimmed hats entered from a small door the squeezed through the tables to a small stage in the centre of the room. They proceeded to play jaunty Mexican tunes complimented by enthusiastic singing. Hermione smiled at Ben, then hearing her stomach grumble she lowered her eyes to the menu.
After a short wait steaming plates of food were placed in front of Ben and Hermione. Ben had opted for a steak tortilla, and Hermione had chosen nachos. Happily munching through the meal and listening to the comic music the atmosphere of the date was content and relaxed.

"So who was the last person you went on a date with?" Hermione asked Ben taking a sip of her drink. He considered a moment then replied.

"Lacey." He looked down at his plate; his voice was edged with bitterness. "She's my ex. We went out for a couple of years and it ended two months ago." Ben looked up with a half hearted shrug. "And you?"

"The last date or ex?" Hermione asked.

"Both." Ben replied.

"The last date I went on was with Harry. But my last boyfriend was someone called Sam." Hermione said. Ben regarded her,

"Harry? The guy you're with now? I thought you said you were just friends?" Hid hid his voice trimmed with resent.

"We are now. I mean a couple of years ago I had my first boyfriend, Ron—"

"The red haired guy?" Ben questioned.

"Yeah. Anyway we figured that our feelings were just really passionate friendship. Then Harry and I dated for a few months, we helped each other through some tough times. But it didn't work out. Then I met Sam every thing was perfect for a while but he found someone else." Hermione faltered slightly her voice catching in her throat.

"Harry was there for me and we decided that maybe we could give it another try, but it turned out that we are better as friends. Him and Ron are more than best friends to me, you know?" Ben nodded.

"And Sam?" He asked. Hermione swallowed.

"I'm not sure. Last thing I heard he was in University in America, with her." She looked away from the table her eyes glistening slightly. Under the table Ben softly squeezed her knee. Turning back to face him Hermione met his eyes, his aqua pupils reflected her eyes brimming with tears which she refused to let fall. Ben didn't speak but Hermione felt better and mustered a small smile, her hand reached under the table and twined with his.

"You want to take a walk?" Ben asked quietly. Hermione smiled wider.

"Yeah." Ben turned and motioned to the waiter. A few minutes later they were stood in the cool street. Ben hadn't released Hermione's hand, and he now tugged it slightly and they began to walk towards the beach. Reaching the verge of smooth turf Ben sat down and grinning Hermione dropped down beside him. Hermione leant lightly against Ben and he slipped his arm around her.

"Thanks for a great night." Hermione said quietly resting her head on Ben's shoulder.

"Any time." Ben replied, he loosened his grip on her hand and turned Hermione's face towards him. He traced the edge of her cheek and stroked a loose curl of her shimmering chestnut hair. Hermione smiled at him entranced by the unique hue of his eyes. Cupping her face in his hand Ben gently pulled her forward and brushed his lips softly against hers. The kiss was sweet and lingering. Drawing back Ben looked at Hermione for conformation and in reply she linked her fingers around his neck and drew his face close. Just as she was about to continue the kiss a yell pierced the air.

"MIONE?" Her head snapped to the side and she saw Fred and George galloping towards her and Bill following a distance behind them. Dropping her hands from Ben's neck she glanced at him apologetically.

"We've been looking for you for ages!" Fred announced eyeing Ben. Hermione raised her eyebrows,

"I was having a meal remember?" George snorted.

"Looked like it." He sniggered sarcastically, Hermione stared at him and he shifted uneasily, "Uh, we were just wondering whether if you'd finished you'd like to get a drink with us." Fred nodded.

"Yeah. Harry and Ron are in the bar." He added. Bill stepped up behind them. He caught Hermione's eyes and she looked away. She stood up.

"Shall we get a drink?" She asked Ben ruefully. He glanced ill ill who was staring at him with a thunderous aggressive look.

"I should be getting back." He replied. Hermione sighed and shot Bill an angry glare.

"I'll walk you." She offered Ben shook his head.

"No, go with your friends. I'll see you soon." He turned to go but Hermione caught his arm, she swung around and hissed furiously.

"Could you give us a minute?" Fred and George nodded sheepishly and sidled off. Bill stood defiantly for a minute before turning and retreating a small distance. Hermione swivelled back to Ben and tugging his hand she led him a little further away.

"I'm so sorry. The twins are just like that, always in the wrong place at the wrong time." She said wryly. Ben grinned.

"Don't worry about it. They seem like nice guys." Hermione nodded,

"They are, annoying but nice. You sure you don't want to get a drink?" She asked, Ben shook his head,

"No. But I'd like to see you again." He said quietly. Hermione smiled.

"I'd like to see you." She answered.

"Well, I'm bound to see you around." Ben said smiling,

"Yeah or stop by at my villa sometime." Hermione suggested, he nodded. "Thanks again for tonight." Hermione said leaning up to kiss his cheek lightly. Ben grinned.

"Thank you." He replied placing a soft kiss on the corner of her mouth. "See you soon." Hermione turned and walked back over to the twins and Bill.

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"So did you have a nice night?" Harry asked as Hermione slid onto a bar stool nest to him. She smiled.

"Yes. It was good." Ron slid a drink towards her along the polished bar.

"What's Ben like?" He quizzed her. Hermione rolled her eyes.

"He's nice." She replied smiling. Ron's eyebrows rose.

"So are you going to see him again?" Hermione nodded.

"Yeah I hope so." She answered, and before Ron or Harry could bombard her with anymore questions she slipped off the stool and headed out into the open terrace of the bar. Wandering over the decking and towards the stairs Hermione sat down on the steps and watched the resident DJ scratch records over the live steel drums. The sound was eclectic and distinctive but enjoyable. After a few moments someone touched her shoulder, staring up Hermione found she was looking into Bill's face.

"Can we go for a walk?" He asked her. Hermione turned away from him.

"I'm okay here." She replied coolly.

"Please Hermione." He repeated. Swallowing Hermione stood up.

"Fine." She answered still not meeting his eyes. Bill went to take her arm and Hermione shrugged his hand off, He turned and strode across the beach and sighing Hermione followed him. After walking in silence for a few minutes Bill stopped they were a good distance from the bar and the beat of the music was faint. Bill sat down on the sand and looked up at Hermione.

"Are you going to sit?" He asked. Hermione shook her head and remained standing gazing out across the water tensely. She felt confused, after an almost perfect date why had she agreed to walk with Bill. She was still fuming about his blasé attitude towards her that morning, but something in her wanted to regain the friendship they had had. She had felt something for him that moment the other night.

"Please?" Bill asked. Hermione's stomach twisted and she considered a moment, before sitting down on the sand next to him. She heard Bill release a breath that he had obviously been holding.

"Hermione, I'm really sorry about what I said earlier." He said softly. Hermione twisted and looked him in the eyes.

"Are you?" She replied studying his face, he looked genuine. Bill nodded earnestly.

"Yes. I shouldn't have tried to kiss you the other night." His words hung in the air. Hermione swallow

"So he regrets it. I thought he would apologise for insulting me but he says sorry for trying to kiss me." She thought to herself, her stomach felt hollow. Drawing a breath she nodded slightly. Bill looked at her.

"'Mione, am I forgiven then?"

"Why did you do it?" Hermione asked quietly her voice shaking slightly.

"Try to kiss you?" Bill asked Hermione nodded. "I—I don't know it . I got carried away—" Bill stuttered. Hermione's throat tightened.

"I've got to go." She stated moving away from him, Bill grasped her hand and Hermione felt a jolt through her system.

"Wait. Hermione! Are you alright?" He asked, Hermione stared at his fingers resting against her skin. Bill followed her gaze and dropped his hand.

"I'm fine." Hermione whispered twisting away from him she ran across the beach and through the bar. She sprinted barefoot until she reached the villa. Unlocking the door and throwing her shoes aside Hermione entered her room and shut the door behind her she flopped onto the bed and held her head in her hands.
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