His travel-bag fell with a loud thud on the floor, which he dropped heedless. The hotel room was plain but comfortable furnished, a bed, a televisiondingsda, a wardrobe with a mirror and a small bathroom with a toilet and shower. It reminded him a little of the Burrow, simply but cozy.

He sat on the edge of the hotel bed and removes his boots - without using his hands or untying his shoelaces. When he saw in the mirror his reflection, he was amused. Bleary-eyed, pale and his now short hair stood on end. Tired, he ran his hands through his face. Then he let himself fall backwards onto the mattress. Finally, after hours in the cramped airplane he could stretch his legs. Exhausted, he closed his eyes

The room was pitch by the time he awoke. Sighing, he fumbled in his pocket after the Deluminator, which he used to turn on the light in the room. He glanced at his watch, 09.00 o'clock, Hermione told him, the time difference is 11 hours, so it was now 20.00 o'clock. Bloody Hell, he had slept only 20 minutes! For more than 30 hours (25 hours thereof in the airplane) they were now on their feet, apart from the short nap in the airplane. He set his clock for the Australian time, then he put one arm under his head and saw on the ceiling.

15 minutes later he had enough, he swung his legs over the edge of the bed and cast a thoughtful glance through the window to the outside. He stretched out his hands behind the head and jumped off the bed. He climbed into his shoes and grabbed the strange room key.

Briefly wondered himself, if he should knock on the pass door to Hermione's rooms, but decided against it. From the next room, not a sound was heard, so she probably slept. He quietly left the room. At the door he whispered "Nox", and gently pulled the door shut.

In Hermione's Hotelroom

Hermione lay awake in her hotel bed and nervously chewed on her bottom lip. At least she was in Sydney, and now only hours separated her from a reunion with her parents. If all goes well, she would soon be able to embrace her parents. If Wendell and Monica Wilkins once again become David and Jean Granger. If her parents can forgive her, for what she did to them.

If, if, if ….. She felt the tears running down her face. She pressed her face into the pillow, so that Ron did not hear her sobbing, and cried herself into a short restless sleep.

She awoke from the snap of a door. Sleepily she looked at her alarm clock, 20.16 o'clock.

Hermione sat up and listened to Ron's room, but from there came no noises. Then she reached for her wand and whispered "Lumos". Startled, she looked at her reflection in the mirror.

Tired, pale, red eyes from crying, and not to mention the state of her hair. She swung her legs over the edge of the bed and stood exhausted up. After she had splashed cold water on her face, she felt a little better.

She went to the passage door, took a deep breath and knocked. Nothing. "Ron?", she called quietly. No noises. She opened the door with "Alohomora". Cautiously she stepped into the dark room: "Ron?". As she took another step, she tripped over something, that lay on the floor. Cursing, she shouted "Lumos". In the glow of the light, she saw two things that made her very angry: 1.) the room was empty 2.) Ron's stupid bag was lying in the room.

With Ron

For Ron, the sound of the sea has always a calming effect. He sat down in the sand and hugged his bent legs with his arms. Tiredly he looked at the dark sea, which reminded him of Bill and Fleur's Shell Cottage. He wiped the salt from his face, which was either from his tears or the salty wind.

With Hermione

The more minutes went by, the more the anger turned into fear. A wizard, moreover a pureblood wizard as Ron, in an unfamiliar city, alone, under Muggles. Nervously, she kneaded her hands.

Suddenly she heard a cursing in front of the door. She tore the door open and hissed: "Where were you?" Ron, who inspired his room key suspiciously, looked up in surprise. Then his face lit up with relief. Grinning, he held up the Key: "Wrong room, no wonder it did not work!" Hermione drew him angry at his T-shirt in the room, then she grabbed her wand and cast a silencing charm.

Ron did not know, what hit him. Why was his girlfriend so angry (that she was upset, that could he see in her folded arms, the quivering of her nostrils – that was by the way very cute - furthermore she tapped the hands on her upper arms, yes, Hermione Granger was very angry, unfortunately, with him)?

Better safe than sorry. "I'm sorry", he exclaimed quickly. She narrowed eyes: "What for?" Ron smiled mischievously (yes, he knew, this was his strongest weapon): "I don't know." Barely the words left his mouth, a hurricane named Hermine broke out: "Ronald Billius Weasley, you ruthless, messy, selfish idiot!", she yelled, ", where were you!"

"Scratch that with the mischievously smile, and above all things, stay calm", thought Ron and answered calmly: "I went for a walk!" – Hermione looked at him incredulously: " .FOR. ? Alone, in an unfamiliar city, are you insane?" – "I'm not insane, " he snapped back, "but I'm a grown man" His girlfriend snorted: "A grown man, huh! You're acting more like a schoolboy". – "And you act just like my mum!", he yelled back. Hermione flushed with anger. "You know what.. Never mind!", she turned and left the room. "I wish you also a good night", Ron called after her. The passage door slammed shut behind her with a loud bang.

Ron counted "one" he held up his thumb "two" and adds his forefinger to the thumb, but before he could say three, the door was pushed open, and a calmer Hermione standing in the doorway: "You're tired, I'm…. You count me out?" Ron quickly put his hands in his pockets: "No!" Hermiones calmness flew out the window: "Don't lie to me, you've counted me out!"

Ron sighed and raised his hands "Listen, I'm tired of fighting, tomorrow we can talk in peace, now let's go to bed", he blushed instantly and stuttered embarrassed, "I mean, not together, uh, you in your bed and …" – "No" – "What?" Ron shouted in a high voice. Now it was Hermione's turn to blush and stutter: "I don't mean NO to the, uh, sleeping arrangements." Ron looked at her blankly. She ran a nervous hand through her hair: "You've got me confused".

Suddenly she snapped her fingers: "Now it occurs to me again! Why counted you me out?" –

Ron was silent. Hermione stomped her foot: "Why, Weasley!" Ron pointed at her feet: "Your behavior is very adult!"

Without realizing, the two went further to each other. "And counting does adults?", Hermione ranted. – "You want to know, why I have you counted out - because I knew, you come back, before I count to three. You, Granger, always want to have the last word!", Ron shouted back.

Now they stood facing each other. "Bastard" "You are stubborn" "and you are not?" And then Hermione leapt into his arms and they kissed as if there were no tomorrow. They stopped only to take a breath. Ron stumbled backwards through the room, Hermione's legs wrapped around his waist and his hands under her bottom, until his knee bumped at the edge of the hotel bed.

Again he let himself fall backwards onto the mattress. Hermione on top of him. He could not help laughing: "Sleeping, what was it again, ah yes, arrangements,!" Hermione giggled. Then they were silent and looked at each other lovingly. Ron stroked one of her locks behind her ear. She leaned forward and kissed him tenderly.

Their kisses grew more passionate, when Ron sudden felt, that his girlfriend tried to open his trousers. He stopped her intention, by holding her hand. "What you are doing?", he asked hoarsely. She was panting, flushed, her hair was disheveled and her grin was more embarrassed as seductive, but Merlin, he swore, to him she never looked more beautiful. "I think, that is pretty obvious! I want, what you want!", she whispered in his ear. Ron closed his eyes and swallowed a big lump. "We can't", he blurted. Hermione froze.

He opened his eyes and looked at her: "I promised my mum, to take no advantage of our time in Australia," Hermione looked at him horrified: "Please don't tell me, that you're with Molly talked above, well, about it!" – Ron smiled sheepishly: "Sort of, sorry". His girlfriend rolled over and put her hands over her face "Oh, God!" In order to lighten the situation, he stroked his chin and smirked: "Besides..", she looked at him through her spread fingers, " besides I'm unshaven." Hermione slapped his chest: "That has not prevented you from snogging me". Ron became serious: "But the most important reason is, our first time", he turned red again, "should be with stuff such as candles, a nice dinner, music, you know, just romantic."

Hermione froze "You mean my first time and your first time or ", she pointed to him and herself, "our first time". Ron looked confused: "I really need a book to understand the language of women!" She stared at him impatiently. Suddenly the penny dropped. "Oh, you mean, if I am still…" Hermione nodded vigorously. Ron sat up and scratched his neck awkwardly and said, with red ears, but in a solemn voice: I'm, Ronald Billius Weasley", he threw himself into a puffed pose à la Gilderoy Lockhart, "a Gryffindo, I'm still so innocent, let me put it in the words of my mum, like an ungathered flower." he chuckled.

Instead of laughing - like Ron had been expected – Hermione had tears in her eyes. "I've said something wrong?", he asked in concern. Beaming she leaned forward and touched his nose gently with hers. "It's all right, actually perfect!" , she leaned back and gazed at him lovingly. Then she jumped off the bed and walked towards the passage door.

Ron watched her with an open mouth: "Hermione?".

She stooped to pick up her wand, which she had dropped there , and cried: "Good night, sleep tight, don't let the bed bugs bite, my ungathered flower."

"But we can still snogging, you know, a bird in the hand is worth two in the bush, " Ron stuttered.

Hermione waved shortly over her shoulder and closed the door behind her.

Ron stared in bewilderment at the closed door: "Shit!"

In Hermione's Room:

Hardly had the door shut, Hermione had cast already a silencing charm on the room. Then she shrieked with joy and jumped on the bed. Like a little kid she bounces up and down. "He has not slept with her, he is a virgin". She laughed with happiness and sang at the top of her voice Madonna's song "like a virgin".

Later, when she calmed down a bit, she remembered with a smile on her face, what he wished for the their first time. A nice meal, (typically!), candles and music.

Somewhat later in Ron's room:

Ron came after a very long and very cold shower out of the bathroom. Searching he looked around for his bag. Aha, Hermione had put the unpacked bag neatly under the bed. He shook his head and grinned "Typically!". He was about to open the wardrobe, in order to get a pajama bottoms, when he heard behind him a cough. He turned in surprise: "Hermione?" A flushed Hermione stood before him, "I knocked, but apparently you did not hear me" He was only too aware, that he was wearing only a towel, and his ears reddened. "Silencing charm", he croaked hoarsely. "Oh, yes, the silencing charm", she whispered sheepishly.

Ron swallowed: "Do you need help?" – "Uh, yes, you could come to my room please". –

"Okay," he rubbed his neck, "I'll just quickly put on my pajamas". – "Uh, I'm waiting on the other side" – "I just hope it's not a spider incident", he joked. She shook her head and pointed to the open door: "Then I w ..will going." – "Yeah, I'll be there in a minute!"

When Hermione had left his room, Ron hit his head against the door from the wardrobe: "I hope it's not a spider incident, what was I just thinking?" He took his pajama bottoms out of the wardrobe, glanced toward the door and dressed quickly.

The door to Hermione's hotel room was slightly ajar: "Hermione", called Ron questioningly – "Come in". Ron opened the door and stopped dead in the doorway. The room was lit only by the flickering of candles, which were distributed everywhere, and a radio was playing love songs. "What do you think?", whispered a voice beside him. He turned to his beaming girlfriend: "I, I don't know what to say!" Hermione, who had her hands behind her back, smiled: "Okay, we have candles, music, wait, there is still something missing, "she took her hands to the front, "tarara, nice food", and holding out a chocolate bar. "How?", he asked, speechless.

Hermione laughed: "They have here in the hotel very nice staff. I borrowed the radio from Susan, the maid. The candles are still left over from Christmas, Tom, the old man of the registration, gave them to me. And finally, I pulled the candy bar from a vending machine. So, voila." She beamed at him. She went a step forward, so that she stood directly in front of him: "Enough Romantic?"

Ron lifted Hermione in his arms and closed the door quietly with his foot.

The next morning, in Hermione's Room

Hermione lay sideways in the bed, her left hand comfortably under her head, and looked at her sleeping boyfriend. She stretched out her right hand and gently stroked with the fingertip of her forefinger his nose, his lips, his stubble…. she sighed in contentment. His naked chest (in her eyes a very manly chest) was rising and falling with each breath. He muttered in his sleep, and she had to hold her hand to her mouth, in order not to laugh. A lock of his red gorgeous hair fell onto his forehead, which she gently stroked to the side.

Sometime later

Ron was awakened by a humming beside him. He stretched his arms above his head without opening his eyes and yawned. The humming stopped abruptly and a voice whispered "Good morning, love". Ron opened his eyes immediately "Love"? Then he remembered everything, the candles, the kissing, the love songs, the kissing…. He turned his head to the side, where his girlfriend sat cross-legged (unfortunately already dressed) beside him on the bed. She looked engrossed in a spread-out map, probably from Sydney, which lay in front of her. Tiredly he rubbed his eyes. "Exhausted, " asked she, without looking up from the map.

Still pretty sleepy, he replied: "Yeah, the flight was quite exhausting". Suggestively she wiggled her eyebrows: "I think that is more likely to blame the last night or rather our, mh, activities".

"Hermione!", croaked Ron shocked. She laughed heartily "What? It's true! And you know what, we are now gathering flowers!" From laughing tears ran down her face. Seemingly insulted Ron crossed his arms over his chest. "When I tell my mother, that you seduced her Ronnie.." Hermione laughter stopped abruptly: You don't dare!" Ron looked casually at his fingernails of the left hand: "You want to bet?" Suddenly she grinned mischievously," The last night had at least something good" - Arrogantly Ron stroked his hair: "Now you know, that your boyfriend is passionate, sexy…" – "insatiable" – Ron saw dreamily at the ceiling: "affectionately, fondly, lovingly.." Hermione giggled: "Please stop, so much self-praise is unbearable. And besides, I really meant, that I now know your weak points". And she tickled his right waist.

About 10 Minutes later

"So, enough of the fun – for now" she added, as she saw Ron's disappointed face, "get up and go shower, my lazy fellow". Ron blushed. "What?", she asked. – "I'm, uh, naked!" –

She rolled her eyes: "I know, what's the matter? – "My pajama bottoms are lying on the chair and.. " – She stared at him with open mouth. – "Could you please turn around!" – "Honestly, after last night, you don't need to feel ashamed in front of me!" Nevertheless she turned to the side. Ron jumped out of the bed, grabbed his pants and was dressed in seconds. As he eases around, his gaze met with a smirking Hermione in the mirror: "Nice bottom!"