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A/N: I know this is sad I've written another fanfiction in one day. Well it's vacation here so I have nothing to do! Well about this story. I've had the idea for awhile and I just had a feeling that Ron was going to be terrified of planes. .Review

Snapshots: Fly High

"This thing is a bloody death trap!" Ron cried.

"Ron, shut up!" Hermione hissed at him. "Try to act like a muggle for five minutes!"

Two Weeks Ago: Hermione looked over at Ron. He was laying on his bed looking out at the window. Anyone would have thought that there must have been something very interesting to look at, but Hermione knew there was something else behind those blue eyes.

The Burrow had lost all of it's charm in the past two weeks after the war. The yelling and the laughter had all disappeared. Mrs. Weasley cooked furiously, but no one ate together. At times people would come and take a plate and then go back to sulking.

Hermione was beginning to miss Fred and George pulling stupid pranks on her. She all of the sudden felt bad for yelling at them that their "toys" were dumb and dangerous. Her eyes began to water over with tears. Ron suddenly looked up at her. He wasn't really sure what to say anymore. What could he say? Yeah, I know people we cared for are dead, but it's ok? No it wasn't ok.

"Do you remember when I got punched in the face with that stupid toy they made?" Hermione chocked through sobs.

Ron simply nodded.

"It wasn't funny at the time. But now it's hilarious." Hermione laughed hoarsely.

Ron thought Hermione must have gone insane because of the recent shock of death. Hermione saying a prank was funny? Laughing, no less. Odd.

"I had no idea and then I was just smacked. It was sorta funny." She smiled.

"I guess it was." Ron said. He sat there and thought. "Yeah it actually was. That mark you had on your face for weeks. We should ask Fred where that thing is."

Hermione looked up at him in shock. Ron immediately realized he couldn't tell Fred anything and turned over to resume his position near the window.

"I'll be right back." She whispered, kissing him on the cheek.

Mrs. Weasley was in the kitchen making more food. There were at least five dishes with food sitting, un-touched on the table.

"Are you hungry dear? Take a plate." smiled.

"Er- yes I suppose I could eat." Hermione said. She decided it would be best for if she ate.

" I have to ask something selfish." Hermione said suddenly. "I well, I need to go to Australia to retrieve my parents. I know you could use the help and everyone is not doing well, but I need to see my parents and I have to-"

"Enough said! You should go. Nonsense that's not selfish. You've been quite the help. But you will do me a favor." chirped.

"Oh, of course. Anything!"

"Take Ronald with you." And with that scooted away to see if Harry would finally eat.

Hermione quickly ran upstairs. She was all of the sudden excited. Maybe this would be good for Ron! He would finally be out of the house and this might take everything off his mind. She was sure he would be excited to go on an airplane.

So with that here they sat on an airplane. For the first time Hermione finally heard some sort of enthusiasm in Ron's voice.

"This thing is going to go up in the air and stay there!" Ron muttered to her. "Have you seen the size of it? It can't stay up."

"Ron! Please be quiet! We're already suspicious as it is." Hermione whispered back to him.

Many muggles already we're looking at some of Ron's clothing and his extreme fear of the plane. One of Ron's hand was tightly wrapped around the arm of the seat and the other was clutching Hermione's hand.

"Passenger's please buckle your seatbelts, turn off all electronic devices, and get ready we are about to take off." Called the captain's voice.

"Bloody hell." Ron whimpered.

"Oh, it's ok Ron! I go on planes all the time. They're really safe!" She cooed.

The plane began to rumble and the airport was now whizzing by them. It gathered speed and with in seconds it was heading toward the deep blue sky. Ron's hand clenched around Hermione's. Finally the plane had settled and was making a straight course toward Australia.

"See, it isn't that bad." Hermione smiled.

"Er-I guess so. But we've got a while till we hit land." Ron said.

Hermione laughed. "We'll hopefully have a bit of fun here. Try to think happy thoughts. The war is over and in time wounds heal."