Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or other characters from the Harry Potter book series.

If any of you listen to country you might recognize the song I got my inspiration for the story, Brad Paisley's "Mud on the Tires".

"Come on Ron, it'll be fine." Hermione coaxed, pulling Ron toward her new pick-up truck.

"I don't think we should do this. What happens if we get lost, or stuck, or something?"

"I know where the cabin is and we won't get stuck unless we drive into the lake in the back yard. Now quit whining and get into the truck. I've already put your bags in the back."

Ron smiled. "But I never packed my bags, looks like I'm not going after all." He turned around and tried to evade Hermione's arms grabbing his shoulder.

She latched on though and dug her heels into the street in front of the flat they shared in London. "Oh, don't worry about that, I packed them for you, so just get in the truck and shut up." She said matter of factly.

Ron whipped around and scooped her up so fast Hermione didn't have time to react. He dropped her in the open door of the truck, flipped the child lock on the door and quickly shut it. Grinning from ear to ear he waved to her and sprinted towards the door of the flat.

In the truck Hermione crossed her arms and pouted. "All I wanted was to get a little mud on the tires."