"What do you think Hermione was crying about in that letter?" Ron asked as

soon as they had checked into their hotel room.

"I don't know. And there is no way to contact her now that we're in the muggle world." Harry said, sighing.

"Hermione doesn't cry much." Ron said, "Must have been something horrible."

"Nothing Dumbledore can't handle, boys. I'm sure she's just fine, now." Professor Sprout said, opening to the door to their hotel room.

"Are you sure?" Ron asked, a worried expression on his face.

"She'll be fine, Ron." Parvati said, scowling. She was very easy of temper, but quick to aggrivate and quick to make up, like an american.

"You've been vexed the whole way here since you woke up this morning." Harry said, looking at her with a small frown.

"I know." Parvati said with her arms still crossed.

"I think what this girl needs is a little walk around the city. Why don't you rent mopeds and drive around?" Professor Sprout commented, pulling the luggage rack into the room.

"Sounds like a good idea." Ron said. The three of them changed out of their pajamas that they had been in for the portkey session and the long cab ride into the city. They abjectly left the two slytherins in the room. It was still hot in Paris, for November so they all wanted to put on cooler clothing.

After Ron and Harry had put on pairs of jeans and long sleeved shirts they went down to the lobby to ask about renting mopeds. The concierge set it all up for in ten minutes when three scooters would be ready for them. They proceded to go to the bar in the hotel where Harry ordered a rum and coke and ordered Ron a non-alcoholic Shirley Temple.

"Yum, Harry. What is this?" Ron asked, sipping the sprite-and-grenadine drink.

"It's a Shirley Temple." Harry replied, taking a long drink of his rum and coke.

"Wasn't she that little american witch that sang all those terrible songs in the films?"

"Yes, she was a witch?"

"Blimey, how else do you think that so many people adored her. It was a simple attraction spell. Think about it. How many people would want to see a cheeky little ringlet haired girl sing about the animal crackers in her soup?"

"Sounds logical." Harry said, drinking again.

"Hello boys." Parvati said. She gestured to the bartender as she ordered an Orangina.

"You ready to go explore Paris, love?" Harry asked putting an arm around her waist.

"Yes. As soon as I have a little drink." She plopped herself on the barstool in between Harry and Ron. She and the boys drank their drinks in silence for a while until Parvati spoke again. "Are you two boys ready?"

"I don't know what a moped is." Ron said.

"You'll see. It's really easy to ride." Harry said.

"Ride? You ride one of these things?" Ron cried.

"Yes. You sit on it and it goes."

"Oh, bother." Ron said as they made their way back to the concierge.

"Oh, Monsieur Potter, 'ere iz your mopeds and 'ere iz your helmets. Hafe a plezant ride about ze city."

"Thank you my good man." Harry said, dropping some money into his hand.

"Put on your helmet on, Ron." Parvati said, fastening her silver helmet. Ron picked up a hunter green helmet and put it on his head, fastening it like Parvati did. Harry picked up his red one and buckled it. "Now, Ron. You sit here, on the seat." Parvati said, getting on her moped, "And your feet go here." she indicated the foot rests. "And you put your hands here on the bars. Now when you twist the bars backwards you go foreward, like so." Parvati went about a meter foreward. "The brake is that shiny bar over the handlebars. When you want to stop, you pull that bar."

"I've got it." Ron declaired.

"Good. Let's go." Harry said, taking the front of the line. Parvati hung back and went after Ron.

They zoomed down the little cobblestone streets of Paris with the baguette vendors and flower stands lining them. People were everywhere and they just moved out of the way for the three 17 year olds. They rode along the river where artists were standing there painting the scenery. They rode past the Eiffel Tower and under the Arc de Triumph. Finally stopping in front of a little resturaunt.

"Lets get something to eat." Ron said, stepping off his moped.

"I'm hungery too." Parvati said, shaking out her hair.

"My treat." Harry said, pulling out group money.

"Really, Harry." Parvati said, laughing as they made their way inside to the counter where they sold sandwiches, fresh milk and juice, fruit, vegtables, salads and hot bread.

"Bonjour, Mademoiselle, Monsieurs." The lady said.

"Par les vous Anglais, Madam?" Parvati said.

"Oui. What would 'ou like to eat?"

"One turkey sandwich and orange juice." Parvati said. She gestured to the boys.

"Roast beef and cheese, please, with an apple, some grapes and a salad with apple juice, please." Ron said. He encountered a look from Parvati. "What!? I'm hungry."

"Ham sandwich and carrots with apple juice, please." Harry said, smiling at the matron of the outdoor resturaunt.

"Will zat be all?" she asked.

"Oui."

"20 euro, please."

"Merci." Parvati said as she took the three sandwiches and Ron's salad. The other two got the drinks and Ron's fruit. She sat down at a little table with four chairs and unwrapped her sandwich.

"Wow, the french really know food." Harry said, biting into his roast beef.

"I know. And all this is so fresh." Ron added, eating with both hands.

"You act like you've never had food." Parvati laughed, drinking her orange juice. When they were finished they took their bottles back to the counter along with the dishes.

"Merci." Harry added, trying out his french.

"Nice french, Harry." Parvati said as they walked to the mopeds. It was the sun was starting to set in the western sky.

"What time is it?" Ron asked.

"It was two o'clock about three hours ago." Parvati said. Harry looked at his watch.

"It's five-thirty." Harry said, "We need to get back to the hotel."

"What are we doing tonight?" Parvati asked.

"We have to sit through a french magical history lecture. Then, tomarrow I think that we will be visiting Beauxbatons."

"Beauxbatons means 'Pretty Stick', doesn't it?" Parvati asked.

"I think so."

"What a dumb name for a school." Ron said. "And all those Beauxbatons people were nasty gits. They cried a lot."

"You're telling me, Ron. Remember Fleur Delacour is now going to be your sister-in-law. You made such a dork out of yourself. Remember when you asked her to go to the Yule Ball in fifth year?"

"Let it go, Harry." Ron said, getting red at the ears.

"Ok, fine." Harry said, laughing as they all put their helmets on.

"Do you think we have to dress up for this lecture?" Parvati asked.

"I think we'd better talk to Professor Sprout about that one."

"I bet we have to wear wizarding robes." Ron said, grimacing. His were still those awful wine colored velvet ones. Hermione had done a good job of getting rid of all the old lace, but during their last petty argument had turned them from dark blue back to that burgundy. He had to get Professor Sprout to re-color them something less offensive.

"Think of it Harry, watch this sunset. Because after the war comes, you're going to need all the happy memories you can remember." Parvati said, kissing his cheek lightly