The walk from the park to a hotel was long. Hermione had to stop and change her money to American dollars and Ron wanted to stop for some food. On their way to the heart of the city Hermione spotted a sign at the back on an alley way.

'The Golden Bird: Stay for Wizards of Travel'

"Ron!" she said pointing to the sign.

"No, 'Mione, we can't. We are leaving the Wizarding world." He started walking again.

"Ron, stop. Just for a few days. I need to get some money out of Gringotts and then I need to exchange it for Muggle dollars."

"Fine, bet lets think of different names. The people here shouldn't recognize us by look. Too far away to notice the side-kicks of Harry Potter," They stood on the sidewalk to think, "I got 'Mione, you can be Camilla Hansen while we are here and I will be Greg Hansen while we are here. We can pretend to be husband and wife on a business exchange." Hermione blushed as Ron said 'husband and wife'

"Ron, it's great, let's go, I'm tired."

The building was pretty empty, only a few witches and wizards occupied the bar. A very large man was behind the bar chatting with some customers.

"Hello," Ron said.

"Do you need a room?" his thick northern accent was overwhelming.

"Yeah," Hermione answered.

"Do you got names?" he said clearly sloshed.

"Camilla and Greg Hansen,"

"'Kay, top floor room at the end of the hall," He handed a key to Hermione and winked. Ron snaked his arm around her waist and pulled her off towards the stairs.

"I don't like that guy," he whispered in her ear.

"You don't have to. I'm yours not his." She whispered back and pulled him all the way to the top floor.

"This is it, babe." Ron said kissing behind her ear.

"Ha, you think we are having sex tonight?"

"No, I'm saying this is our room, silly." He said pushing open the door. Hermione went in first. The room wasn't too bad; a small smelly bathroom linked the bedroom to the small closet. One queen size bed was in the corner.

"Okay, not bad, not bad." Ron said, walking over to the bed and laying down. "Care to join me, Mrs. Hansen?"

"Well, Mr. Hansen, since we seem to be out of earshot from the rest of this horrible little place I believe my name is Hermione." She said. All of the contents in her bag were now on the floor. Most of it had been left in the tent before they were captured by the snatchers. All that was now left in the bag, or more like on the floor; was clothes, books, and some 'Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Bean'. Hermione began to search their possessions. Books that could be sold, yes she was doing the unthinkable, and books that absolutely had to be kept. Clothes for Harry, Ron, and herself, were in three separate piles. She had given the box of beans to Ron.

As the night in Minnesota went on, the bags under their eyes grew. Finally when Hermione had finished sorting the materials and putting them in the closet they both crashed on the bed.

When Hermione woke up it was four in the afternoon, she felt two warm arms around her body. She looked at Ron who looked content sleeping with her. She tried to get out of his grasp but no avail, his arms were too tight.

"Ron," She said. He grumbled and turned flinging her around as well. They were now both faced against the wall. Hermione thought for a moment before yelping, hoping it would get him up. It did.

"'Mione, is everything okay?" he looked worried at her.

"Yes Ron, everything is fine. I just needed to get up." She said looking at his arms that were tightening around her as time went on.

"Oh Sorry," He let go.

"Don't be, I was very comfortable last night." She kissed him on the cheek and got up to shower.

It took twenty minutes before Hermione was out of the shower. When she was done she grabbed an old pair of jeans that had a large rip on the bottom of the left pant leg that ran all the way up the seam. Reaching for her wand, Ron stopped her.

"'Mione only use your wand if you need it."

"Ron these are my only good jeans." She reasoned. He nodded and proceeded into the bathroom.

When the two finished up getting ready for the day they headed out into the Wizarding town. Hermione had changed Ron's hair to a deep brown and her own hair to a light blonde as to not attract any unwanted fans.

People were celebrating in the streets. A small Gringotts bank was wedged in between a bookstore and a quidditch shop. Ron and Hermione walked hand in hand into the bank.

"Hello, how may I help you?" A small goblin asked.

"We need to change our currency to the American currency." Hermione dropped a sack of coins on the desk.

"Very well," The goblin took the sack and sorted the coins. "Do you want it all changed?" Hermione nodded. "Okay, then your total is $250,000." The goblin handed over the bills. Without a thank you or a nod, Hermione dragged Ron back out the door and into the inn.

"Let's go, we are going house hunting." They walked out the Alley way. After hailing a cab they headed off to a realtor.

'Realtor Agency: Minneapolis' was the name of the current agency the couple was sitting in. Their realtor Gregory McCullum was questioning their current state of being.

"Well I have pulled up three homes all in your price range."

On the large screen was a small apartment that was affordable but really small. The next was an apartment as well that was the recent site of a homicide. The last was a home that had a yard and a fence that closed in a small yard.

"That one," Ron pointed to the third choice. "Can we pay now?"

"Sure, it'll cheap it was foreclosed on. So your total is $100,000." Hermione put the amount of money on the desk while the realtor fished out the paperwork.

"Okay sign here, here, here, here, here, and here." Mr. McCullum highlighted the lines for signature. Ron signed the appropriate lines and handed the pen to Hermione, she did the same.

"Perfect, here is the key and the excess papers that will help in case of an emergency." Mr. McCullum handed over a manila folder full of the information. "Come back again. Oh and there is also a telephone already installed in the house the number is 555-4444." Once again hand in hand the couple walked out of the agency and hailed a cab to the Inn.

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