California Lovin'

Chapter 1

“Come on, Harry! Get out of bed! Today, we are going to have fun.” Ron bent over his bestfriend. Harry looked wearily up at the flaming red Weasley hair.

“Gerroff me, Ron! I cant breathe!” Harry growled. He pushed Ron off his bed and rolled over under his blankets. (A/N: No, they do not share the same bed. I don't support the Harry/Ron slash, thanks.)“

“Get up! Since we've arrived in California, you haven't done a thing except for sleeping in your bed. Lets actually have fun!” Ron jumped back onto the bed, pushing Harry out from under the comforter and onto the floor.

“Fine, now get off me!” Harry's muffled voice said.

Ron hopped off his friend and into his bathroom.

The hotel they were staying at was quite nice, but Harry hadn't tasted fresh air yet. He was extremely bored. Hermione kept telling everyone how lovely California was. Its too sunny, Harry thought, and no luck in the girl department, unlike Ron, however. Ron had already acquired seven girls’ telephone numbers (which Hermione had diligently taught him to use) and had plans to go to an under 21 club with one of them that night.

It was amazing to Harry what the Americans had come up with. Under 21 Clubs. He knew that there were some in England, but he was never allowed, or even invited, to go to one.

Harry schlumped into his bathroom and stared at his reflection. A boy of fifteen looked back at him. He wasn't wearing a shirt -- just a pair of quidditch boxers and a pair of golden snitch socks that his house-elf friend Doby had given him one year for Christmas. Last year, Harry had been short and wiry, but not anymore. To ensure his place on the Gryffindor Quidditch team, he had begun to work out over the summer. He now had great abs, and beautiful stomach muscles.

Ron's face popped into the bathroom. “Molly and I are going to go the beach. You want to come?”

“Yeah, I think I will.” Harry replied.

Later that night…

After a good day of sunbathing, Harry felt great. He was now nice and tan,

and thought he had never looked better. He had a nice tan all over, and he thought the had achieved close to perfection.

It was almost time to go to the “Sand Crab” the U21 club that they were going to. Harry had bought a new T-shirt. Ron had bought a new pair of baggy shorts at a surf shop they had found along the boardwalk. A bell rang off in the distance as Ron sprayed a bit of cologne on.

“It must be Molly,” Ron told Harry. He climbed over amiss-placed chair to get to the door. He swung it open and there stood an OK girl, standing around 5’ 2.” Harry thought she looked a little revealing in a midriff shirt and a denim mini skirt.

“You ready?” Ron asked Harry a little impatiently. Harry nodded and the trio left the room.

It took them forever on the “muggle auto” as Ron called it. Molly was positively smitten with Ron and thought it was cute British slang. When they finally got to the “Sand Crab,” loud dance music was blaring from the inside. Harry couldn't help but notice a lot of older couples making out in front of the club. Harry suddenly felt extremely alone. The trio made there way to the big steel doors and inside.