"This reminds me why I hate portkeys." Parvati said, running a hand through her hair.
"You and me both." Harry said.
"Lets check in." Professor Sprout said, "Damn, wish I knew German."
"I speak German." Ron said, turning red.
"You speak German?" Harry asked.
"Yeah, that, Chinese, Russian, Hebrew, Spanish and Gaelic. Fred and George wanted someone to test their language creams out on and they were too strong. Now I think in all seven languages I know."
"Well, aren't you our little genius." Parvati said.
"Vier under die namme von Hogwarts." Four under the name of Hogwarts. Ron said to the bell boy.
"Ja, Zimmer Nummer Eins-Null-Drei." Yes, Room numer 103.
"Danke. Ist eine schwimmenbad mit dem Hotel?" Thanks. Is there a
swimming pool in the hotel?
"Ja, es ist on der vier staub. Der ist mit ein Sauna." Yes, it is on the fourth floor. There is also a sauna.
"Danke." Thank you. Ron said.
"And what is the english equivalant of that?" Parvati asked, dumbfounded.
"Room 103, the pool and sauna is on the fourth floor." Ron said, pulling the luggage rack.
"You just got that from that hour long exchange? It sounded as though you were long lost brothers." Parvati said dryly resembeling Draco when she did.
"Don't talk like that." Harry said, "I'm beginning to like Draco and everything, but just don't push it by trying to sound like that." Harry joked.
"Oh, fine." Parvati said, flopping down on one of the two beds.
"Well, I don't know about you two, but I am going to go up to the pool." Ron said, getting a pair of navy blue trunks out.
"We'll be there in a few." Harry said.
"Suit yourself." Ron said, walking out of the room. He walked down the long hall and turned a sharp left corner. He promptly ran into a young girl, maybe 16 or so. Her bag dropped and several things fell out. A few muggle literature books, a conservative one piece bathing suit, a leather journal, and incriminating of all, a reddish brown thirteen inch wand.
"Oh, nein!" Oh, no! Ron said
"Ich soll hat sehen wir Ich gehen!" I should be watching where I am going. The girl said, hastily putting her wand back in her bag.
"Ich bin eine Wizard mit." I am a Wizard, too.
"Ja? Ich keine soll sagen mit eine elter Wizard." Yes? I shouldn't be talking with older wizards, though.
"Ich been 17, und du?" I am 17, and you?
"Ich been 16 und ein halb." I am 16 and a half.
"Ich bin keine zu alter." I am not so much older.
"Du wohnst zu grosse Informatione." You want so much information!
"Wie heisst du? Ich bin Ron, aus Angland." What is your name? I'm Ron, from England.
"Meine namme ist Maria Antonia, oder Ria." My name is Maria Antonia, or Ria.
"Und wer kommt aus?" Where are you from? Ron asked, suddenly thankful for George and Fred.
"Deutschland, im Cologne." Germany. In Cologne.
"Kommt zu mich zu dem schwimmebadde?" Will you come to the swimming pool with me?
"Ja, das ist stimmt." Yes, that's great.
"Kommt mit Ich." Come with me. Ron said leading this girl back to his room. He banged on the door. "Harry! Come here!"
"What?" Harry said, opening the door.
"I met a girl! She's a witch."
"Wo ist das?" Who is that?" Ria asked.
"Das ist Harry Potter, meine frieund." That's Harry Potter, my best friend.
"Come swimming with us." Ron pleaded with Harry. "Bring Parvati."
"Fine. Wait just a second."
"Hurry Harry, I think this one is awesome."
"Leave it to you to pick up a girl in Austria." Harry said, "Wait here. We'll be out in a flash."
"Deine Frieund ist Harry Potter?!" Your best friend is Harry Potter? Ria asked.
"Ja, er ist Harry." Yeah, thats Harry.
"So," Ria began, "I am awesome?"
"You speak English? Why didn't you tell me?" Ron said, turning a brilliant shade of crimson.
"I thought it was funnier to let you think that I had no idea what you were saying." Ria laughed, a little tinkly laugh.
"Your awful." Ron said, laughing too. Ria looked up at him with huge light blue eyes.
"Am I really so awful, Ron?" she asked as Harry and Parvati came out the door.
"This is Parvati, Ria." Ron said, gesturing.
"Hello, Parvati. How are you?" Parvati was charmed by Ria so she took her outstretched hand and shook it.
"You didn't tell me she spoke English." Harry said, gaping at her.
"I didn't know either, mate." Ron laughed.
"Shall we go?" Ria asked.
"Yes, lets." The four of them boarded the lift.
"Can I push the button?" Ron asked excitedly
"Sure, Ron." Harry and Parvati had introduced Ron to the joys of lift buttons.
"You sure are easy to amuse, aren't you?" Ria asked, throwing her sheet of light brown hair back over her shoulders.
"Wow, Ron. You sure were head over heels for that one." Ron said after they bid their farewells on the last day Harry, Ron and Parvati were in Vienna.
"We agreed to owl eachother every week and she's going to be spending Christmas at the Burrow."
"So I guess her parents liked you?" Parvati asked.
"Loved me. Mrs. Schuster was already trying to discern what our future children would look like."
"That just sounds creepy." Harry said.
"I know, isn't it great?"
"You still haven't heard from Hermione, have you Ron?" Parvati asked.
"No." His face fell. The poor git was still in love with her.
