okay... heres the next chapter! thanks for the reviews, Kathryn! u seem to be my only reader! :)

The Weasly's stepped off the elevator, and crossed the hallway.

"Alright, it looks like we're in rooms 203, 204, and 205. Your father and I will be in room 203, Ginny will be in 204, and Fred, George, Percy, and Ron will be in room 205 across the hall. Tomorrow we'll meet up with Bill, and go see some lovely pyramids and stuff." Mrs. Weasly smiled big, and handed out keys to the rooms.

"Don't forget, we're meeting for dinner at 6:30 at the restaurant downstairs. Until then, don't leave this hotel without your mother or me with you. And George! Fred! ABSOLUTELY no selling things, knocking on peoples doors, bothering strangers, setting off fireworks, or otherwise being plain out destructive. I'm serious, you two!" The twins saluted seriously, and then ducked into their room.

Ginny was positively beaming at the thought of her own room.

Ron walked into their room and grinned. There was four queen-size beds scattered across the room, and two huge bathrooms tucked into corners. There was also numerous closets, dressers, and chairs.

"Bloody brilliant!" George exclaimed.

"Too bad Dad made up all those rules, though." Fred wrinkled his nose as he threw himself across a bed.

"When has that ever stopped you before?" Percy demanded. He stood in the doorway with his hands on his hips.

"Good point, Perce, but cant people change? You have to believe in people." George said, looking hurt as he sat down in a chair and threw his legs of one arm.

"That hit me right here, Percy." Fred sniffled, holding a hand over his heart.

"I am serious! This is the first family vacation we have taken in a long, long time, and you'd better not spoil it by acting out!" Percy warned.

"Us? Act out?" George looked stricken. Ron laughed into his pillow.

"That's right! And because I am the oldest, that puts me in charge over you three. That means, in bed directly after dinner each night. No wandering around after that. No wandering around before breakfast in the morning. Or after, for that matter." Percy finished with a smug luck on his face.

"You can't do that!" Ron was the first to protest. Taking away his free time meant no more talking with Monica.

"Oh, sure he can. Whatever. I mean, Percy is the oldest." George said simply, and Fred gave Ron a meaningful look behind George's back. Finally, Ron got it. Fred and George just simply did not follow the rules. Percy wasn't going to stop them now.

And Ron was right. Fred and George became the perfect sons, offering to run all sorts of errands for their parents.


"Mum, want me to run down to the front desk and pick up that extra key for Ginny?" George piped up after his bag was neatly tucked away.

"Er, sure, George, go ahead… Why don't you take Ron, too, and get some extra soap for you room?" Mrs. Weasly suggested. Ron tried hard not to laugh at the look on Percy's disappointed face.

"Ooh, soap! You might need some help with that, Ron. I think I need to go, too." Fred said seriously.

"If you insist…" Mr. Weasly looked skeptical. "Just be back in time for dinner, okay? And twins—I mean what I said before!" he warned, and the trio scurried from sight.

"For once, we really don't care about making trouble." Fred shook his head as they stepped into the elevator box.

"We're interested in the girls!" George smirked as the doors closed.

"And look over there… Monica Marount has friends." Ron grinned. But, even as Ron saw Monica's pretty face, something was tugging at him in the back of his mind. Something smart, who always knew what to do, something with nice curly hair and laughing eyes…

"Ron? Are you alright?" Fred asked, looking doubtfully at his younger brother. Ron realized that both his brothers had left the box. Ron was still there, gazing at the floor.

"OH! Right, sure, just playing…" he muttered, and shuffled into the lobby.

Carefully, and nonchalantly, Fred, George and Ron crossed the room and casually took a seat next to the empty fireplace.

Fred and George sat, trying to look smart, and talked about absolutely nothing.

In no time at all, though, three dark-haired girls had sauntered over. Ron recognized Monica as the shortest girl.

"Oh look, it's Ron, right?" Monica grinned.

"Right." Ron smiled, but he could feel his ears burning.

"I'm George, Ron's older, more mature brother." George smirked, leaning back in his chair.

"I'm Fred, the other older brother." Fred grinned.

"I'm Maria Marount, Monica's older, more mature sister." Maria giggled. Maria and Monica looked just alike, except that Monica was noticeably shorter.

"I'm Candice Morel. Monica's other older cousin." Candice also had a pretty smile. Unlike the other two, though, she had wavy, pale blonde hair.

The three girls sat down in surrounding armchairs. Ron couldn't help but notice that Monica took the chair closest to Ron.

"So, are you from France?" George asked casually, to end the akward silence.

"Oui." Maria smiled again and Fred stared.

"What school do you go to?" Fred piped up. Ron snuck a sideways glance at Monica. She was smiling at him, and Ron could feel the heat creeping into his face.

" Lefèvre's School for the Magically Inclined. Or Lefèvre's for short." Maria explained.

"And you?" Monica seemed to be talking directly to Ron.
"Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry." Ron smiled, straightening up.

"Really?" Maria's eyes widened.

"So…how old are you lot?" Candice asked. Ron could tell that she was trying to be polite, but it just didn't seem to be in her nature to be that nice.

"I'm…13." Ron glanced at Fred, begging him with his eyes not to say he was really only 12. Not that a year made that much of a difference or anything, but 13 sounded so much more…teen.

"We're 15." Said George, glancing over at Ron. Ron knew that George wouldn't say anything, but he was probably wondering about…Hermione, maybe.

Quickly, Ron shook Hermione off his mind. Here he was, sitting next to a perfectly gorgeous French girl that he had just met, and he was thinking about his old friend Hermione.

"Really? We're 15, too!" Candice said. She seemed to be warming up to the group.

"I'm 12." Monica smiled, turning a bit more shy than she was before.

"Er, does anyone happen to have the time?" Maria asked anxiously, and both Candice and Monica turned and glared.

"Its… 6:20." Candice frowned, pushing her wristwatch further up on her wrist.

"Well, that's too bad… we have to be at dinner, you know, do the family thing, at 6:30." George sighed, and stood up.

"But…we could be back here, later, like much later…" its suddenly dawned on Fred that he was not allowed out of his room after dinner.

"We could, too…" Candice said suddenly.

Monica stared in surprise at her. Apparently, they seemed to be under the same strict rules.

Maria stood up, swinging her long sheet of brown hair behind her. "How about 10:30?" she smiled, and Monica's eyes got even bigger.

"Sounds great! Right here, then?" Fred grinned, standing up too.

"Sounds good to me." Candice smiled at Fred, and Maria smiled at George, and Monica smiled at Ron. But Ron was having trouble smiling back.

The group parted, and the three brothers headed to find the restaurant.

"Did you see Candice's eyes?" Fred breathed. "Aren't they just the most amazing shade of green?"

"Isn't it brilliant the way Maria's hair shines in the light?" George grinned.

"Will you quit it for just a minute?" Ron said impatiently.

"What?" they both looked at him in surprise. They were obviously expecting him to say something about Monica's brilliant hair, or the way freckles splashed across her nose, or about the gold specks in her brown eyes, or…

"It's about Hermione!" Ron said, looking flustered.

"I thought that you gave up on her…" Fred rolled his eyes as they finally spotted a sign pointing them to the dining hall.

"What made you think that?" Ron demanded.

"Don't get so defensive. But, Hermione is all the way in England, Ron. You're here, in Egypt…Africa! With these incredibly gorgeous French girls. Get over Hermione for a minute, please! Don't ruin this for us." George glowered.

"There you are! I thought you were never going to get here." Mrs. Weasly grinned and ushered them to the table.

Maybe they were right… maybe…maybe it was time to forget Hermione for a while.

okay... hoped you liked that one! it was kinda fun to write :) i'll try and update again tomorrow! thanks for reviewing!