~Ron's P.O.V~

I woke up at around 8 o clock and immediately my stomach rumbled. As I began to get up quietly so that I wouldn't wake Hermione from her well-needed nap, she started stirring in her sleep.

"Ron?" she mumbled, her eyes still closed.

"Go back to sleep- I'm just going to the bathroom." I said as I kissed her on the forehead. She smiled a small smile and turned over and went back to sleep.

I went into the bathroom to take a long, long, hot shower- thankful that there were two bathrooms in this suite. I don't even want to think about the cost.

Harry had insisted on paying for half the trip so we could save our money. Hermione's parents had left Hermione a fund for finding them again- they had planned it much more than I had originally anticipated.

I stepped into the shower and let the hot water run over my head and sighed, thinking of the times to come. Lost in my thoughts, I didn't register the clicking of the bathroom door opening, or the glass slide door of the shower being opened.

"Ron, can I join you?" Hermione's voice asked loudly- forcing me out of my thoughts.

"Hermione, bloody hell! You can't just sneak up on blokes like that! What did you say?" I asked her from behind the glass.

"Can I join you?" she asked shyly.

"Join me how?" I asked utterly perplexed.

"Oh for Merlin's sake, Ronald! In the shower, of course!" she said admonishingly.

"But…but…you take showers naked." I said while covering myself up.

"I'm wearing a bathing suit, Ronald." she said as she peeked behind the glass.

"That's not fair- I'm not!" I said in protest.

"I know", she said and followed it up with a very sinister giggle.

Sucking up what Gryffindor courage I supposedly possessed, I allowed her to come in the shower. She looked delicious in her red bikini- but it still wasn't enough for me.

"Number one rule right now- no bathing suits in the shower. If I have to show my skins to you then you must return the favor." I said in a pompous, over- blown tone.

She smirked up at me wrapped her arms around my waist.

"Do I have to?" she asked innocently- giving me the sweet whiny voice, puppy dog eyes and all.

I'm not gonna fall for it! You can't look innocent in a red string bikini.

"Yes. Strip." I said looking her in the eyes. She pouted and turned red. Just as she tugged on her swim top strings- someone started banging on the bathroom door.

"Oi! You two better not be shagging in there! Harry and I are ready for dinner! Get out of there you two!" said Ginny's muffled yells through the door.

I knew it! It was too good to be true! I knew someone would walk in on us, or Voldemort would return or the sky would catch on fire before I'd get to see Hermione Granger in all her glory.
"Hey, big brother- I'm just returning the favor!"

"Ginny, what the hell are you on about?" I yelled while stepping out of the shower.

"Remember Harry's birthday?" she said slyly. Before I could yell something back- I heard her walking away.

I turned to look at Hermione would had a towel around her waist and was smirking.

"Don't think you're off the hook." I said pulling a towel off the rack.

"I hope I'm not." she said as she exited the bathroom.

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A half an hour later- the four us were in the downstairs lobby- dressed up and ready to dine.

The dining room had an additional lounge room called the Gallery- which had a personal, homely feel to it.

We decided to eat there instead of the main dining room. As we sat, a woman dressed in a multi-colored vest came up to our table and handed each of us a single page menu.

As I scanned over the menu and noticed some of the outrageous prices- Hermione, Ginny, and Harry were ordering drinks. This food better be huge and delicious for these prices.
After about ten minutes of utter irresolution- I finally decided to allow Hermione to order for me.

The food came surprisingly quick- and then I realized why.

The plates were white and square, except for Ginny's – who ordered the Caesar salad. The food on the plate however, was tiny…..very tiny. Hermione had picked out crab cakes for me- and I had received two galleons- sized ones. Hermione had ordered salmon and it was the size of a baby's sock. Ginny's salad consisted of six lettuce pieces, a few blocks of cheese and a few croutons. And I couldn't even fathom what Harry's food was.

We all looked up at each other simultaneously and had a silent agreement to go search for a pub right after eating these 'refreshments'.

The food turned out to be quite tasty- but it was gone before I knew it. Everyone else seemed to be finishing up too.

Seeing our waitress- I signaled her over to our table and asked for the bill. Ten minutes later we were exiting the lobby after have paid a forty-five dollar bill….nice.

The air outside was warm- even if it was eleven at night.

We contrasted with the various people wandering the streets- who were dressed casually for the night life of Sydney. Hermione had on a slightly clinging black dress and Ginny had on dark navy blue.

Harry and I had on suits.

After asking tons of people that we passed for the directions to the nearest pub, we had finally found one squeezed between two boutiques off of the main road.

We went in to find it quite noisy and cheerful. Men were sitting at the bar with their heads raised- looking at a moving screen avidly. On the screen, little men were running around kicking a black and white ball.

Ginny found an empty booth for us to sit in. As we sat, many of the man jumped up and cheered while others looked more solemn.

Harry and I looked at each other and grinned- they'd lost a bet.

Two hours later, we exited the pub full and slightly tipsy. I don't know what the drinking age is in Australia, but they didn't even ask our ages when Ginny attempted to order drinks. It could be that we look older or that the bartender fancied Ginny, either way we got drinks. It did, however, take a bit of coaxing to get Hermione to drink. But it was easy- saying she cant do something is ammo to get her to do it.

We arrived back at the hotel at 1:30pm- tired, yet exhilarated. Hermione couldn't take liquor all that well so by the time we reached the elevator she had passed out.

I carried her to our room and laid her down gently. Taking off her shoes and dress, I went to her top drawer to look for her pajamas. While looking through the drawer- I picked up an unexpected piece of lingerie.

What do we have here? Hermione's wild side.

Turning red, I looked at the tag that read "Victoria's Secret". Smirking I put it back where it had been and continued looking for Hermione's pajamas.

No wonder Harry nearly had a heart attack when he found out they went to that store. Hey…wait a minute- If Hermione has this stuff, then Ginny does too!
Tomorrow, I'll get to question her about it- just to see her face turn that lovely shade of red.

Looking over at her beautiful sleeping form, I kissed her softly on the nose and pulled the covers over her, knowing in the morning I'm going to regret that extra drink I had downed.

Author's Note: I know I haven't written in ages, but like most- I've been busy. I finally got to go to the Ritz-Carlton Hotel for New Year's. !t was amazing- except for the food thing! I mean the food was good, but small- so we went to McDonalds right after. While ordering my salad from McDonalds- I thought… Oh! I can use this for my story! I had so much fun, my feet hurt afterwards though. You try dancing all night in three inch heels for the first time. I had fun regardless of my sore feet. I don't think this is my best chapter but I think it's efficient. Please review!!!!