A Trip Not to Be Forgotten

Harry appeared in a dusty closet at Atlantis in the Bahamas. He stepped out and carried his luggage to the front desk. A forty-year-old woman appeared.

"Last name please," the woman droned. She looked rather tired with bags under her eyes.

"Potter. Harry Potter," the tall man replied.

"Welcome to Atlantis Resorts, Mr. Potter. Your room number is 426 in the Princess Towers. Enjoy your stay."

Harry grabbed the key. He walked towards the elevator and soon was unlocking the door for his room. Soon the lock clicked and the door opened. He looked around. It was very nice. A large bay window framed the main room with a bed, television, and small kitchenette. Just as Harry sat down to relax he heard yelling from the room next door.

"Amelia, please don't! Go to the bathroom! Good... no in the toilet! Not the ground. Amelia!"

Harry decided to politely ask his neighbor to please pipe down a bit. He had come here for relaxation right?

Soon he had changed into some tropical weather clothes and was knocking on 428. A young child who looked about eight appeared.

"Hi. Who are you?" the girl eyed Harry curiously.

A female voice coming from the bathroom yelled, "Amelia, who is it?"

"What's your name?" Asked Amelia. She looked rather sick to Harry.

"Harry Potter."

"Cousin... his name is Harry Potter."

"Could you tell him to come back lat- HARRY POTTER?"

She ran out of the room. Harry was shocked. It was Hermione. She looked much different though. She had grown slightly taller, her hair had grown out and straightened, and she had a fuller image in the right places.

"'Mione, is that you?" Harry eyed the figure in front of him smiling. Hermione was wearing red cheerleader shorts and a black halter-top. You could even see that she had her belly button pierced.

Hermione smiled, "Hey Harry, what are you doing here?" Hermione looked surprised but happy at the same time.

"Ron wanted to me to leave our apartment so he could invite, Michelle, his girlfriend and meet her family since they are from a muggle town. I'm in the room next door, 426. Why are you here?"

"This is my cousin Jaclyn's daughter. She just got remarried and asked if I could watch Amelia. They are in the Royal Suites, room 789."

"That's really nice of you 'Mione. So do you want to go swimming? You both look like you could use some fun."

"Well Amelia is a little sick, mind that. I'll give her some medicine... if you heard before she was throwing up, but its part of the symptoms, and the medicine has been working effectively, I just forgot to give it to her. How about in ten minutes?

"All right. I'll see you then, and don't forget to bring a towel."

Hermione closed the door and put on her bathing suit. Amelia already had hers on. Harry walked back to his room and opened his luggage to put his bathing suit on. Then it struck Harry; he had never seen Hermione in a bathing suit, only the clothes at Hogwarts and random muggle clothes. Looking forward to seeing a different style on Hermione, Harry headed downstairs. He knew he was a few minutes late, but Hermione could assume that.

Soon Harry was out of the elevator. He walked across the lobby and down the hall wall that pointed towards pool. Then he saw Hermione and Amelia. Hermione had put a bikini on.

"Harry over here." Amelia waved in Harry's direction.

Harry walked over. Quietly, since they were passing by the hotels library and computer center they walked to the pool doors. When Hermione opened the pool door to lead Amelia in, Amelia went straight to the water and did a cannonball, splashing everybody. Hermione laid her towel and bag down.

"Shall we go in?" Hermione asked Harry.

"Sure," Harry replied.

They hopped in the pool. "Its weird, isn't it? To see you here, I mean with six billion people in the world, we get stuck in the same hotel. How is Ron? Are he and Michelle getting married? They met three ago right?" Hermione had been really busy and hadn't spoken to Harry or Ron for such a long time.

Harry was happy that Hermione was pursuing a conversation. "True, it is weird. But we always had the same ideas in the long run didn't we? Ron and Michelle are engaged. He was going to send the invitation next week. How have you been holding up?"

"Very well. I've gotten a job in the Department of House-Elf Relocation, I'm persuading them to give house elves more rights. I really love it there."

"It was always about the house elves with you Hermione. I teach potions at Hogwarts. The students really seem to enjoy it. When Dumbledore asked if I wanted the job I was really happy, to take Snape's job. Everybody in second year and above keeps bringing me gifts since Snape isn't there anymore. Like Hagrid says, Dumbledore is a great man."

Before Hermione could reply a man in hotel uniform said, "Sorry to break it to you folks, but its time to leave."

Amelia walked out of the water, Harry and Hermione following. When they got back in the lobby Harry said, "You know your bikini? It looks really good on you." Hermione started to blush.

"Thanks it's new. After seventh year I was sick of people telling me how good I would look if only I fixed myself up a bit. But they were right; I really like my new look."

"So do I. Do you want to 'hang out' again tomorrow? We could go see a movie and then eat out."

"Sure, is this like a date?"

"Suppose so. I guess I'll see you then." Harry smiled and walked away. He knew that Hermione was different now but he really liked her, more then just a friend. Maybe after all, Hermione was 'The One.'