Suspicions
1 Ch. 1 – Arriving in Paris
"I don't like flying on muggle transportation, Hermione…" Ron was turning green, as the plane started moving towards the ground.
"You'll have to feet on the ground in five minutes, Ron." Hermione rolled her eyes and looked out the window.
"Flight 229 is now landing, please remain seated until we come to a complete stop and then exit the plane in an orderly manner. Thank you for flying with us! Have a great day!" The flight attendant's voice came out over the intercom system.
Hermione stepped out into the busy airport hallway and look around. Everywhere there were signs and the halls were overly crowded.
"Ron, I think we go this way…" Hermione pointed down the hallway towards the escalators. "Baggage should be down there."
"Whatever you say. I'm just glad to be back on the ground again." Ron gave a sigh of relief and followed Hermione.
Twenty minutes later Ron was trying to explain the to the taxi driver where they were headed. Unfortunately, the taxi driver only spoke French and before Hermione had arrived (she had been to the ladies' room) Ron ended up yelling of frustration.
"We… want… this hotel." Ron pointed at it in the brochure. The taxi driver looked up at him very confused and shrugged. "THIS HOTEL! It isn't that hard… sheesh!"
"Ron, honey, what's going on?" Hermione came up behind them and smiled politely to the driver.
"This… man… doesn't know a word of English!" Ron shouted.
"Calm down… Nous voudrions aller cet hotel." Hermione shot an If-you- had-waited-for-me look at Ron and smiled politely again to the driver.
"Oh oui, désolé pour le malentendu." (Oh yes, sorry for the misunderstanding) The taxi driver took the bags Hermione had in her hands and put them in the trunk while she and Ron climbed into the backseat of the car.
"If you had just waited, yelling wouldn't have been involved." Hermione smiled at Ron.
"Well, If I had known he didn't speak English, which everyone should, then I wouldn't have even tried." Ron, still red with anger and frustration, looked out the window.
Fifteen minutes later, the taxi stopped in front of a large hotel.
"Ce sera douze cinquante, merci. Ayez un beau jour!" (That will be twelve fifty, thank you. Have a nice day!) Ron paid the taxi driver, and unloaded the trunk. Hermione stepped into the hotel lobby and looked around. It had luxurious chandeliers and dark red carpeting. The front desk and walls were all made of marble.
"No wonder this is the most expensive hotel in Paris…" Ron muttered under his breath, also looking around at the extraordinary decorations.
"We'll check in then go out to eat." Hermione started towards the front desk with Ron close behind her with the entire luggage.
"We're reserved for the honeymoon suite…" Hermione wiped a hair out of her face and looked at the person behind the counter.
"Mr. And Mrs. George Fionale?"
"Um… not exactly. Mr. And Mrs. Ron Weasley?" Ron sighed.
"Hold on one minute ma'am. I'll search the computer." The employee said with a heavy French accent. The person behind the counter typed some things, clicked frantically, and looked back at Hermione. "We can not seem to find your reservations…"
"But we paid in advanced…" Ron spoke up leaning on the counter now.
"Do you have your receipt?" Ron searched his pockets.
"Crap! I knew I left something!" Ron looked very, very frustrated.
"Ron, calm down, I'll take care of this." Hermione turned to look at the employee again. "Do you have any available rooms?"
"Well, not currently."
"Where's the nearest hotel?" Ron asked becoming more frustrated by the minute.
"Two blocks."
"Thank you." Ron grabbed the luggage and stormed out the door, Hermione following close behind.
"It's okay. We'll just get another room." Hermione took some bags from Ron, who was still red.
"I can't believe they didn't get our reservations!! I paid five hundred muggle dollars for that room in advance and they don't even have our names down in that stupid… thing they call a computator or whatever!!" Ron flagged down an oncoming taxi.
"Well, this isn't the best time to be correcting you, but it's called a computer…" Hermione put her bags in the trunk of the taxi.
"Thank you, now I know yet another muggle word." Ron sighed and opened the door for his wife.
"Ron, keep it down. The taxi driver could hear you."
"They're too stupid to know what a muggle is referring to." He closed the door behind him.
"Ron, it's our second honeymoon. You need to be in a good mood." Hermione tucked a piece of his flaming red hair behind his ear.
"I'm sorry, Hermy… it's just that… Five hundred dollars down the drain." Ron sighed, but smiled at Hermione.
"À l'hôtel le plus proche, s'il vous plaît." (To the next Hotel, please.) Hermione said to the waiter then looked at Ron again who was still a light shade of pink.
Arriving at the next hotel and getting the largest room there was they hiked up the three sets of stairs with all their baggage and headed down the corridor to their room.
"I told you we'd get a hotel room." Hermione cast a half smile at Ron.
"You're always right. That's the only bad thing about you as my wife." Ron smiled at his wife.
"Oh, so now it's a bad thing to have married the most famous lawyer in the United States and the smartest witch in all of Hogwarts' History."
"It's scary to think that there is a perfect person in this world and I'm married to her." Ron, still smiling, stopped in front of their hotel room and got out the key to open the door. After twenty unsuccessful times with the key, the light on the door finally turned green and the door was unlocked.
The room's walls were a shade of tan and the double bed, located under the large window on the opposite wall of the door, had a dark blue comforter with white pillows. There were nightstands on both sides of the beds with lamps atop them. There was a desk on one wall and on the other was a TV on a large dresser. The bathroom was immediately to the left from the door and it had a large bathtub/shower and an extremely large full-length mirror. And a closet was located to the immediate right of the door.
"Wow, not bad." Hermione set the bags on the bed and turned around to head for the bathroom.
"Where do you want to go tonight?" Ron set his bags down at the foot of the bed.
"I was thinking some place kind of fancy. I bought this new dress that I'd love to wear…" Hermione yelled from the restroom.
"Does that mean I have to wear my tux?" Ron sighed and collapsed on the bed. Hermione walked out of the bathroom.
"Of course." She smiled at him.
"Joy…" He smiled back teasingly. He stood up and walked toward her. "How about our first kiss in Paris, the city of romance?"
"It's almost five, I'll be getting ready if you need me." Hermione walked into the bathroom and shut the door.
"I guess that's a no…" He smiled at the door that had been shut in his face.
1 Ch. 1 – Arriving in Paris
"I don't like flying on muggle transportation, Hermione…" Ron was turning green, as the plane started moving towards the ground.
"You'll have to feet on the ground in five minutes, Ron." Hermione rolled her eyes and looked out the window.
"Flight 229 is now landing, please remain seated until we come to a complete stop and then exit the plane in an orderly manner. Thank you for flying with us! Have a great day!" The flight attendant's voice came out over the intercom system.
Hermione stepped out into the busy airport hallway and look around. Everywhere there were signs and the halls were overly crowded.
"Ron, I think we go this way…" Hermione pointed down the hallway towards the escalators. "Baggage should be down there."
"Whatever you say. I'm just glad to be back on the ground again." Ron gave a sigh of relief and followed Hermione.
Twenty minutes later Ron was trying to explain the to the taxi driver where they were headed. Unfortunately, the taxi driver only spoke French and before Hermione had arrived (she had been to the ladies' room) Ron ended up yelling of frustration.
"We… want… this hotel." Ron pointed at it in the brochure. The taxi driver looked up at him very confused and shrugged. "THIS HOTEL! It isn't that hard… sheesh!"
"Ron, honey, what's going on?" Hermione came up behind them and smiled politely to the driver.
"This… man… doesn't know a word of English!" Ron shouted.
"Calm down… Nous voudrions aller cet hotel." Hermione shot an If-you- had-waited-for-me look at Ron and smiled politely again to the driver.
"Oh oui, désolé pour le malentendu." (Oh yes, sorry for the misunderstanding) The taxi driver took the bags Hermione had in her hands and put them in the trunk while she and Ron climbed into the backseat of the car.
"If you had just waited, yelling wouldn't have been involved." Hermione smiled at Ron.
"Well, If I had known he didn't speak English, which everyone should, then I wouldn't have even tried." Ron, still red with anger and frustration, looked out the window.
Fifteen minutes later, the taxi stopped in front of a large hotel.
"Ce sera douze cinquante, merci. Ayez un beau jour!" (That will be twelve fifty, thank you. Have a nice day!) Ron paid the taxi driver, and unloaded the trunk. Hermione stepped into the hotel lobby and looked around. It had luxurious chandeliers and dark red carpeting. The front desk and walls were all made of marble.
"No wonder this is the most expensive hotel in Paris…" Ron muttered under his breath, also looking around at the extraordinary decorations.
"We'll check in then go out to eat." Hermione started towards the front desk with Ron close behind her with the entire luggage.
"We're reserved for the honeymoon suite…" Hermione wiped a hair out of her face and looked at the person behind the counter.
"Mr. And Mrs. George Fionale?"
"Um… not exactly. Mr. And Mrs. Ron Weasley?" Ron sighed.
"Hold on one minute ma'am. I'll search the computer." The employee said with a heavy French accent. The person behind the counter typed some things, clicked frantically, and looked back at Hermione. "We can not seem to find your reservations…"
"But we paid in advanced…" Ron spoke up leaning on the counter now.
"Do you have your receipt?" Ron searched his pockets.
"Crap! I knew I left something!" Ron looked very, very frustrated.
"Ron, calm down, I'll take care of this." Hermione turned to look at the employee again. "Do you have any available rooms?"
"Well, not currently."
"Where's the nearest hotel?" Ron asked becoming more frustrated by the minute.
"Two blocks."
"Thank you." Ron grabbed the luggage and stormed out the door, Hermione following close behind.
"It's okay. We'll just get another room." Hermione took some bags from Ron, who was still red.
"I can't believe they didn't get our reservations!! I paid five hundred muggle dollars for that room in advance and they don't even have our names down in that stupid… thing they call a computator or whatever!!" Ron flagged down an oncoming taxi.
"Well, this isn't the best time to be correcting you, but it's called a computer…" Hermione put her bags in the trunk of the taxi.
"Thank you, now I know yet another muggle word." Ron sighed and opened the door for his wife.
"Ron, keep it down. The taxi driver could hear you."
"They're too stupid to know what a muggle is referring to." He closed the door behind him.
"Ron, it's our second honeymoon. You need to be in a good mood." Hermione tucked a piece of his flaming red hair behind his ear.
"I'm sorry, Hermy… it's just that… Five hundred dollars down the drain." Ron sighed, but smiled at Hermione.
"À l'hôtel le plus proche, s'il vous plaît." (To the next Hotel, please.) Hermione said to the waiter then looked at Ron again who was still a light shade of pink.
Arriving at the next hotel and getting the largest room there was they hiked up the three sets of stairs with all their baggage and headed down the corridor to their room.
"I told you we'd get a hotel room." Hermione cast a half smile at Ron.
"You're always right. That's the only bad thing about you as my wife." Ron smiled at his wife.
"Oh, so now it's a bad thing to have married the most famous lawyer in the United States and the smartest witch in all of Hogwarts' History."
"It's scary to think that there is a perfect person in this world and I'm married to her." Ron, still smiling, stopped in front of their hotel room and got out the key to open the door. After twenty unsuccessful times with the key, the light on the door finally turned green and the door was unlocked.
The room's walls were a shade of tan and the double bed, located under the large window on the opposite wall of the door, had a dark blue comforter with white pillows. There were nightstands on both sides of the beds with lamps atop them. There was a desk on one wall and on the other was a TV on a large dresser. The bathroom was immediately to the left from the door and it had a large bathtub/shower and an extremely large full-length mirror. And a closet was located to the immediate right of the door.
"Wow, not bad." Hermione set the bags on the bed and turned around to head for the bathroom.
"Where do you want to go tonight?" Ron set his bags down at the foot of the bed.
"I was thinking some place kind of fancy. I bought this new dress that I'd love to wear…" Hermione yelled from the restroom.
"Does that mean I have to wear my tux?" Ron sighed and collapsed on the bed. Hermione walked out of the bathroom.
"Of course." She smiled at him.
"Joy…" He smiled back teasingly. He stood up and walked toward her. "How about our first kiss in Paris, the city of romance?"
"It's almost five, I'll be getting ready if you need me." Hermione walked into the bathroom and shut the door.
"I guess that's a no…" He smiled at the door that had been shut in his face.