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Summer Holiday
Chapter 1. Departures & Arrivals

A small group of people stood still amongst the thronging crowd of Gatwick Airport. Amongst the cluster of red heads, Harry Potter, a dark haired, tall, slim boy of seventeen glanced at his watch then looked up at the monitor above his head it read:

Flight: GATWICK to BERMUDA
Departure Time: 09:00
Status: ON TIME

"Where is she? She's never late." Ron Weasley said frantically looking around him, trying to see through the seething crowd of Gatwick Airport.

"Oh, don't fuss Ron. Arthur! Arthur, where are the passports?" Molly Weasley, a dumpy red haired woman asked her husband while she rifled feverishly through her handbag. Arthur, a tall gangly man with flaming red hair held up a package containing a bundle of passports and tickets.

"Here. Now calm down all of you."

"But Dad!"

"Alright Ron, she'll be here, you know how organised Hermione is." Arthur smiled at his son and began searching the crowd as well.

"There she is!" Harry yelled pointing and waving at the entrance to the terminal. A girl was approaching but a sudden swarm of French speaking tourists swirled past blocking her from view.

"Where?" Ron said staring in the direction of Harry's gestures. From behind a long train of luggage trolleys the girl reappeared.

"Hey guys!" Hermione shouted letting go of her heavily overloaded trolley and running forward, grabbing them in a two armed hug and plastering a kiss on each of their cheeks. She pulled back and sheepishly went to retrieve her trolley from where it had crashed into what looked like a football team. The men, all in navy blue and white tracksuits grinned at her and a muscular good looking man turned the trolley round and gave it to her. Hermione smiled slightly embarrassedly,

"Whoops. Sorry went a bit out of control there." She said apologetically,

"No problem." The man replied ogling her appreciatively. Turning Hermione headed back to Harry and Ron a faint pink blush appearing on her cheeks as she heard the cat calls of the football team.

"I'm such a klutz." She giggled pulling her trolley to a steady stop and smiling up at Molly and Arthur Weasley,

"Hello Hermione dear, how have your holidays been so far?" Molly asked warmly.

"Great thank you. I've been looking forward to today!" Hermione said in excited anticipation, suddenly she spotted two identical faces behind Molly's shoulder and she gave the twins a wave.

"Hey you two!" She said brightly.

"Woahhh." Fred and George replied, staring at her. Hermione had grown several inches taller over the summer weeks; she was dressed casually in a short frayed denim skirt and a white polo shirt. The twins' eyes took in the long legs and smooth skin revealed by the few undone buttons at her throat. Her long curly hair was pulled away from her face and her huge coffee coloured eyes blinked at them confusedly.

"What?" Hermione said glancing down at her self, "Did I spill something on me?"

"No dear." Molly Weasley said elbowing the boys, "Oh my goodness! Its time for you all to go through to departures. Is Bill here?"

"Yes, mum. Alright Hermione?" Bill Weasley with his intensely dazzling blue eyes
and tousled blonde hair grinned down at her.

"Okay. Ready, Ron? Harry? You two got the trolleys?" He asked George and Fred who nodded quickly checking the bags on the loaded trolleys they were pushing. Molly squealed and pulled Ron into a hug.

"Have a good time darling. Don't get into any trouble." She said squeezing him and speaking over his shoulder to the twins. "Bill, look after them all. Owl me when you get there. " She said releasing Ron, and smiling at Harry and Hermione, "Have a lovely time too, all of you! We'll see you when you get back!" She said swooping down to plant kisses on each cheek.

"Have a good time. I do wish I was going on the Hairoplane." Arthur Weasley sighed wistfully, handing Bill the collection of tickets and passports.

"Oh come along Arthur they'll miss the flight! Off you go dears, see you soon!" Waving, the group moved away. Bill leading lugging a large and heavy looking carryall over his shoulder. Fred and George each pushing a loaded trolley, followed by Harry and Ron speaking animatedly to Hermione and helping her guide her precariously balanced trolley towards the gates.

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"Well, we've got four in the centre aisle and two to the side. Who's going where?" Bill asked.

"We'll go in the centre." Fred said clambering across the seats followed by George. Harry looked at Hermione.

"Do you want to sit with Ron?" He asked Hermione shrugged.

"Nah, it's okay, you guys sit together. I can talk to you properly when we get there. I'm so tired I bet I'll fall straight asleep anyway." She grinned then looked at Bill, "Is it okay for me to sit with you?" Bill smiled widely,

"Of course. You want the window?" Hermione nodded,

"Thanks." She said sliding along the seat; Bill gulped as she revealed a flash of creamy thigh. Suddenly feeling rather overheated Bill pulled his jumper off and sat down next to Hermione, she flashed him a huge grin.

"This holiday is going to be so great. Thank you so much for coming with us. My parents would never have let me go if you hadn't." He shrugged, and answered coolly.

"No problem, Bermuda sounds gorgeous and you're not babies so I hardly see it as a sacrifice." Hermione smiled and turned to gaze out of the window.

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Shivering, Bill turned his head slightly to see that Harry, Ron and Fred had dozed off and George was absorbed in a magazine. Moving slowly so as to not disturb Hermione who had drifted off to sleep with her head on his shoulder, Bill retrieved a blanket and attempted to wrap it around himself. Yawning Hermione lifted her head up and blushed,

"Oh, sorry Bill. You should have shoved me off." She said grinning stretching her arms above her head, a slash of taught midriff was exposed. Bill smiled at her,

"Don't worry, sorry for waking you up." She shook her head and suddenly shivered,

"Here put this on." Bill said handing her his navy blue jumper.

"Thank you." Hermione said pulling it over her head she emerged, with her deep chestnut hair mussed and unruly. Bill gulped, she looked so sexy. Grinning at him, she curled her bare legs up underneath her and attempted to get comfortable.

"Here." Bill pulled up a corner of the plush airline blanket; Hermione slid her feet under it onto his lap, smiling at him.

"Thank you." She said leaning back and dozing off. Bill smiled to himself and then smirked at the jealous glares the football team who were seated a few rows away were shooting at him.

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A few hours later, Fred and George were stood swaying with tiredness beside two empty luggage trolleys. While Ron, Harry, Bill and Hermione scurried back and forth with the heavy bags from the conveyer belt. Hermione spotted her largest and heaviest bag heading towards her on the carousel and was bracing herself to haul it off when an elbow in her ribs sent her flying.

"Hey!" Hermione said, straightening herself up and looking reproachfully at a fat woman who was now attempting to lug her own suitcase from the belt. The woman didn't even turn round; Hermione shrugged and swore quietly as she saw her bag heading for exit of the conveyer belt. She sprinted around to the opposite side and was about to grab the bag when she tripped over a lumpy package on the ground. Hermione grabbed the hand extended to her and pulled herself up, blushing slightly she stared at the good looking footballer from earlier,

"Sorry about that." He said apologetically, swinging the bulky package onto his shoulder and looking at her concernedly. "You alright?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just a little embarrassed." Hermione said grinning and smoothing her shirt down. A tall footballer appeared behind the man's shoulder and pushed her suitcase towards her.

"This yours?" He asked. "Bloody heavy." He added under his breath.

"Oh, thanks!" Hermione exclaimed, she reached across and grasped the handle. "Well, sorry about that, hope I didn't break anything." She said gesturing to the package. The man shook his head,

"No. Uh... do you need a hand with that bag?" Hermione smiled,

"No it's okay—"

"I got it." Bill interrupted eyeing the pair of men. Hermione frowned at his tone.

"I've got it." She said lifting the bag without flinching; the second footballer raised his eyebrows. Hermione turned away from Bill and smiled at the footballers.

"Thanks again. See you around." Without glancing at Bill's face she headed back to the twins.
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