A/N: Hi guys! I just wanted to point out a couple of things. Number 1: No I'm not stopping on Beauty and the Beast. Ill be working on this and that sporadically so I can't promise updates will be every day or once a week because I honestly don't know how often anything will be updated. Number 2! I got the idea for this from a book I personally love called So Inn Love by Catherine Clark and yes, I borrowed the hotel from that book and also Miss Crossley is from the book as well. But this is my first Fremione fanfic and I hope you guys like it! And I'm going to stop jabbering now so you can read. And review :D Thanks!

~Lynn

Chapter 1:

"My name is Miss Crossley and I am the manager here at the Tides Inn."

Hermione Granger quickly gave the stern woman a firm handshake, stated her name and found an empty corner of the luxurious lounge she found herself in. Surrounded by muggles, she felt more at home than she had in months, to be quite honest. She sat back in the chair she had found and pulled a book from her knapsack and found herself sucked into the imaginary world of romance and adventure.

A month ago, she would have never saw herself as an employee at a muggle resort on the coast of the small state in the U.S. called Rhode Island. Yet here she was, and to be perfectly honest, she felt relieved. Yes, relieved, to be away from the buzz of the wizarding world, knowing no one would follow her. The only person the smart witch had told was one Mr. Harry Potter, knowing he wouldn't be nosy enough to follow her. He had looked upset that she was leaving, but he had nodded understandingly.

"Miss Granger, are you ready?" Hermione looked up from her lost thoughts to find the entire room had filled up with other employees and were all staring at her. Guess she got hadn't noticed Miss Crossley had started the orientation.

"Sorry ma'am," she mumbled, carefully closing her book and tucking it into her bag.

"As I was saying, welcome everyone to the lobby of the beautiful Tides Inn. My name is Miss Crossley and I am the general manager of the hotel." She paused for dramatic effect. She began passing out pamphlets, that were titled with headers, such as "The Guest is Always Right" and "Proper Ways to Greet Customers."

Just as Miss Crossley opened her mouth to talk again, a familiar tall freckled red head rushed through the door. "I'm so sorry I'm late," he blurted out nervously. "I got lost trying to find this place!"

Fred Weasley. What was Fred Weasley doing in Rhode Island? At orientation to work at a muggle hotel, none the less? She had come here to get away from magic and her life and her ex's brother had followed her here. Hermione peered around the corner of her book, waiting for George to come running in at any moment, or worse, Ron. Seconds passed and no one came however, but she still hid her face behind her pamphlets.

Looking around the room and sighing, Hermione realized the only open space available in the lounge to sit was the arm chair next to her. This was going to make it nearly impossible to hide her face for much longer.

Miss Crossley gestured to the open chair for him and smoothed the nearly nonexistent wrinkles on her clearly ironed khaki capris and straightened her already perfect name tag before looking up. "I expect you to be on time next time Mr. …. I'm sorry. I didn't catch your name?"

Fred quickly took his seat and gave Miss Crossley one of his signature smiles. "Fred Weasley," he stated before casually winking and resumed to making the seat his own.

"Mr. Weasley? Very well. I expect you not to be tardy the rest of the summer Mr. Weasley," peered over her thin glasses and then proceeded to scan the rest of the room. "That goes for everyone else in this room as well. Tardiness is not tolerated at the Tides Inn." The older woman sighed and rubbed her temples. "You may all mingle. I have some other. . . business to take care of. Be ready to go over policies in 15 minutes." And with that, she turned on her perfectly polished heel and was gone.

With the person in charge gone, everyone began to get up and chat, the room quickly filling with small conversations.

Fred turned to Hermione, who had very quickly grabbed her book out of her bag and shoved as much of her face into it as she could. "Are you new around here as well?" he asked her casually. Of course, leave it to Fred to talk up the closest girl to him.

Her head still stuffed inside her book, she nodded slightly. She silently praised herself for putting her bushy mess of hair into a braid this morning, which made it look much more tame and not as noticable.

He rose his eyebrows, examining the girl, who appeared to be shy and extremely interested in the book she was reading. "Do you have a name?" he asked smirking. "Mine is Fred." Fred glanced down at her knapsack, which happened to have Hogwarts, A History poking out the top. His eyes widened. His voice lowered to a whisper. "You went to Hogwarts?" he asked accusingly.

Hermione slowly lowered the book to where only her eyes were visible. Fred didn't think he was in for any surprises but this topped the cake. "Granger?" he had to stop himself from yelling. "I should have known. Who goes to work with muggles in America and brings a book about Hogwarts?"

Hermione dropped the book in her hands to her lap and shushed him. "Please don't draw any attention to us," she begged him. "I came here to get away from magic and Ron and, well, everything. But I see that's going to be impossible now." She sighed, looking defeated, and then looked completely worried. "Please don't tell Ronald where I am!" she practically shouted.

A few people began to glance in their direction as she raised her voice, but they quickly glanced away. Hermione lowered her voice again. "I don't want anyone to know where I am, Fred." she clarified. "The only person I told where I was going was Harry and I want to keep it that way."

Fred blinked, unbelieving. He had told George at the beginning of the year that he needed a vacation after his break up with Angelina. He hadn't even known ickle Ronniekins and Granger had even been having problems! He scolded himself inwardly to pay more attention to the lives going on around him, though deep down he knew it wouldn't do any justice. But what a coincidence that they had somehow ended up in the same place. Something smelled fishy; besides the ocean that they were very near.

Hermione continued staring at Fred with wide eyes, awaiting an answer and possibly an explanation, which she thought she deserved. Fred finally glanced up at her and began laughing however. She frowned, confused by his reaction. "Whatever is so funny about this Fred?" she asked, still frowning. Weasley boys are a completely different species of boys, Hermione decided in her head. None of them were right in the head.

Fred laughed for a minute more and then stopped, wiping his eyes. "George is messing with me isn't he?" he asked, looking around frantically. "I knew he was great but this is going too far."

Hermione watched him like a puppy chasing it's own tail. "What are you talking about," she asked tiredly. This whole situation was giving her a headache. She needed a migraine potion, which she had so cleverly packed in her expanded purse, which was tucked away carefully in her bag, along with all her other magical things. She thought it would be smart in case an emergency erupted to be prepared.

The frantic looking stopped as a refreshed Miss Crossley walked back through the door to the day lounge, rubbing her hands together. She clapped twice to get everyone's attention. Hermione tucked her book back in her bag and focused back on the woman in charge, her mind still racing. "Let's get to those pamphlets now!"

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