Dinner was really good, but Ron could tell that George and Fred were having trouble paying attention to family conversation. It went a little something like this:
"Fred, can I have a taste of that macaroni?" Mrs. Weasly asked cheerfully.
"The Maria?" he asked, turning as red as the tablecloth.
"No, the macaroni." Ron kicked Fred underneath the table.
"Oh, right..." And:
"Fred, how are those candied yams?" Mr. Weasly chirped.
"Those... Candice's?" he asked blankly.
Mr. and Mrs. Weasly exchanged knowing glances.
"I think... I think its about time to head up to the room." They said finally.
Fred, George, and Ron all willingly pushed back their plates and chairs.
"Well...I guess that's all the fun and excitement we can handle for one day! We'll just be going to bed now." Fred yawned and stretched as they loaded on the glass elevator.
"Fred... it's 8:00." Mrs. Weasly stared at them as if they had just sprouted another arm.
"I know Mum, but we wanted to be extra refreshed and ready to hit up those pyramids tomorrow." George smiled charmingly. Ron knew that this would get at least their dad on their side.
"They're right, Molly! Early to bed, early to rise, eh? We'll be ready to roll in no time at all tomorrow morning." Mr. Weasly reasoned.
Well, at least they had an excuse to be in bed early.

As soon as the door to the room shut, Percy rounded on them.
"I don't care what you're up to, but you are not going to get away with it! You are not going to ruin this vacation!" he glared.
"Um, Percy...if you'll lay off your psycho meltdown for a minute, we'll explain..." Ron yawned, pulling back the covers to his bed.
"We're not UP to anything... in fact, we're laying DOWN to sleep..." Fred said indignantly as he headed to the bathroom to brush his teeth.
"Well... I know you're going to try and sneak out tonight, and I'm just telling you... you WONT be getting out of this room!" Percy sniffed, throwing himself across the bed closest to the door.
"Right... well uh, Perce... you might want to think about laying of all those candied yams, eh?" Fred snickered behind his hand at George.
"All this excitement is getting to your head, you poor thing. You should probably lie down!" George simpered, shaking his head.
"Can't you... Can't you just follow the rules for once in your life?" Percy sighed, but Ron could tell that he was losing hope of controlling his brothers.
"Sure Perce, we're listening now, aren't we?" Ron asked from underneath a pile of blankets. As he said this, he was also setting the alarm on his watch.
"Just...be good." Percy grumbled.
"Good, as in Head Boy good?" George cracked, and Ron turned his snicker into a hacking cough.
"Or as in Prefect good?" Fred asked, as if he were really concerned.
"You'll never know, I suppose!" Ron burst out from his side of the room, and then nobody could hold back the laughter. Finally, Percy chucked a pillow at him, and then turned out the lights. ("Since you're all obviously so ready for sleep." Percy growled.)

While Ron lay in bed, pretending to sleep, he thought hard about...some things. Hermione, for example. Hadn't it just been last week when he saw her in Diagon Alley, and got that awfully funny feeling? Yeah, but he also couldn't decide if it was Hermione's nanny or actually Hermione making him feel that way.
And Monica... Ron had noticed her right away! After all, Ron might actually need to listen to Fred in George for once... they would be here, in Egypt, only once...
So that's how Ron made up his mind. He wasn't even dating Hermione. So, in theory, he definitely shouldn't feel like he was cheating on her!
"Brilliant..." he smiled, and then rolled over and vowed to get some sleep before the meeting.

It seemed as if Ron had just shut his eyes when he was being shaken awake by Fred.
"Oy, Ron, get a move on or else we're telling Monica you've gone back to England!" he hissed.
"I just hope that Percy hasn't hexed the door or anything..." George groaned.
"Here's an idea... open the door, Ron!" Fred said innocently.
So Ron tugged open the door, and to his relief, did not grow any extra body parts or go into some sort of spasm.
"Wait! Have you got a key, then? Oh, just leave them there... if we go back in there, we might wake Percy up! Just leave the door unlocked..." George shook his head and then the group prod silently into the hall.
"Let's hurry...its already 10:27!" Ron said through a wide yawn.
"Alright then, press the button already!" George said as they steppe onto the elevator.
"Er, Ron... you've gotten over the little issue we discussed earlier, right?" Fred asked anxiously as the elevator descended.
"If you mean Hermione... I have. I mean, she's not even here, right? So why should she care? We're just friends... as long as she didn't meet up with any guys at 10:30 at night at her hotel in France, I'm perfectly happy." Ron grinned as the elevator doors slid open once more.
As the crept into the lobby, Fred gave a cheerful wave to the skinny desk clerk before they slid into the chairs before the fire. This time, the fire was actually going. Which, of course, was a good thing, because the boys had on plaid pajama bottoms and shirts that said things like 'Zonko's Joke Shop', 'I Survived Detention with Filch' and 'Be Happy—Have a Honeyduke's Bar'. And of course, flip-flops.
Only a minute later the three girls arrived, slightly out of breath.
The girls were all wrapped up in fuzzy bathrobes of varying colors.
"So..." George grinned.
"So... who were you trying to get away from?" Fred smiled at Maria.
"Erm... my brother." Monica confessed with a small smile.
"How old is he?" George asked quickly. He was obviously thinking about Ginny. "Ginny had better not be up at this hour." He smirked.
"You mean your little sister? No, Jacque is 17." Maria smiled.
"How spiffing. He'd fit right in with Percy." Fred rolled his eyes. "That's who we're escaping tonight. I think he's all uptight because he doesn't know if he's going to get Head Boy at Hogwarts." Fred rolled his eyes.
"Sounds... completely opposite of Jacque." Monica admitted with a smile.
"So, what sort of things do you all do? Quidditch, maybe?" George asked hopefully.
Ron shrank back in his chair, hoping that Monica didn't turn out to be the best seeker at Lefèvre's School for the Magically Inclined or anything.
"Quidditch?" the very mention of quidditch made Maria's eyes light up and her lean forward in her chair. "I'm a chaser!" she grinned.
"Nice!" Fred smirked. "We're both beaters, and Ronniekins here is the...mascot." He snickered slightly. "No, only joking, he's much too focused on his schoolwork to be bothered by extra-curricular activities..." Fred said innocently.
"If only that was true!" George laughed, leaning a little closer to Maria.
"So... how long will you be here in Egypt?" Ron asked, hoping to draw attention to the fact that he was totally uncoordinated.
"Until next Monday. That doesn't seem very long at all, though." Monica said with a saddened face.
"Oh, I guess we'll just have to make the best of this time then, eh?"

It was after midnight before the group finally split up. This time, the desk clerk actually waved to them before Fred or George could. The group got on the elevator together, even though Ron thought that might be a little stupid if Jacque the Jock was waiting on the other side for them. Or worse—parents.
"Well..." said Fred once the elevator let them off at the hallway to the girl's rooms.
"I guess this is goodnight!" George smiled.
Ron suddenly realized that he might have to... kiss Monica. Not that he minded or anything, it was just that... he had no idea what to do! Ron guessed he'd just have to do what the twins did.
Fred leaned in and kissed Candice on the cheek. George took Maria's hand and kissed it. That left Ron very, very confused. So finally, he kissed Monica's cheek. Well, he tried to... but then Monica turned, and, well, he landed on her lips.

When the elevator doors closed, George and Fred applauded and whistled.
"Shut it, wont you? I didn't mean to do that." Ron said. His face had to be the reddest he could remember in a long, long time. But—he had to wonder about what he had just done. Your first kiss is suppose to be really special, right? He imagined it feeling different than it just had. Well, he had also imagined kissing Hermione.
The left the elevator and slid on over to room 205.
"Uh, Fred... are you sure you don't have a key?" George asked nervously.
"Whhhyyyy...?" he said slowly, even though he had to already know... Percy had locked them out.
"The door wont budge!" Ron whined.
"Good observation, junior. Now how about the time?" Fred rolled his eyes, while the trio all stood wondering what they should do next.
"I know—lets just spend the night in Ginny's room!" George said finally. Ron tiptoed across the hall and knocked on Ginny's door. He knocked...and knocked... and knocked... to no avail. Ginny apparently was sleeping like a rock.
"Hey, yo, genius! Stop knocking before you wake-up the whole hall!" a girl's voice hissed at them all. They turned and saw Ginny, streaking down the hallway with her key out.
"Why didn't you get the extra key from the desk like Mum told you?" Ginny demanded as she slid the key in the lock.
"Don't change the subject! Where have you been?" George hissed, even though nobody had said anything on that matter.
"No, where have YOU been?" Ginny said, and Ron knew that if it hadn't been so dark Ginny would be as red as he had been on the elevator.
"We asked you first!" George said, sitting on an extra bed.
"Hey! How come your bathroom is bigger than ours?" Fred whined.
"I was out... getting ice." Ginny smiled angelically. "Now, get out of my room!"
Fred hurried down again to fetch the key they had been sent for in the first place, and George and Ron tried to avoid all questions. They didn't want to know where the other had been, because then they'd have something to hold over eachothers heads. Ron could just imagine Ginny saying, "But Mum! Ron was out with Monica!" everyone would forget about Ginny's midnight meeting, then.
Finally, Fred returned, and quietly they let themselves back into their room.