Here's the next chapter... actually, I don't really know where I'm
going with this story! Its not like anyone is actually reading this
message, but oh well.
Hermione hoped that Harry wouldn't notice the last part of the letter that much. She quickly folded it, and attatched it to the feathery owl on her bed.
Yes, she was in France. Ron was in Egypt. Harry was in... his bedroom at Privet Drive, most likely.
"Poor Harry..." Hermione mumbled as she sent her owl away.
But then Hermione's thoughts turned back to Ron. What was he doing in Egypt? He was probably meeting all sorts of people. The pyramids were probably a blast, too.
The Weasly's had finally finished their tour of the pyramids. The twins had especially enjoyed the last few pyramids, which contained Muggle skeletons with extra heads and limbs.
Estella walked back to Ryan's shop, chatting with Fred and George. Ron, tagging behind, only caught snippets of their conversation.
"A joke shop, eh?"
"Absolutely. Would you care to try a few samples?"
"Sounds promising..."
They all walked to the back of the store, where Ryan was waiting for them.
"We're going back to the hotel to have lunch, and hang around there until Bill and Charlie want to meet for dinner." Mr. Weasly announced. Fred and George's faces brightened and he knew exactly how they planned on spending their time.
Mrs. Weasly had already climbed into the fireplace, and was gone before Ron could blink.
"Wait... where're we going?" Ron grabbed George's arm.
"I don't know, Ron. Make something up, and we'll see you in a few years." He said, carefully removing Ron's hand from his arm.
"Hey, take Percy with you, would you?" Fred added as they turned back to Ryan and Estella.
"No, I'm serious! Whats the name of the hotel?" Ron turned to Mr. Weasly.
"What's that, Ron? Ginny, its your turn." Mr. Weasly gave Ginny her Floo-Powder, then Ron turned around to listen to Ginny say where she was going, but Mr. Weasly started talking again.
"Dad. What. Is. The. Name. Of. The. Hotel.?" Ron enuciated each word as clearly as he could.
"The hotel? It's the—"
"DAD! I'm going now!" Fred yelled.
"The Radison on Old Savannah Road, Ron. Relax." Mr. Weasly laughed
.
"Right." Ron smiled. "I'll go next, Dad." Ron stepped forward, took his Floo-Powder, and tossed it into the flames.
Ron cleared his throat, took a deep breath, and said, "Radison on...on..." Ron's nose twitched, and he took another deep breath. Unfortunately, this also caused him to inhale a mouth of soot and dust, and Ron sneezed loudly.
"AACCHHOOO!" Suddenly, he felt as if he were being pulled backwards. Ron was transported somewhere... maybe to a different country, or maybe just down the road. He had no idea.
Finally Ron hit the ground, hard, and rolled out onto the floor. He lay there for a second, trying to catch his breath. Where was he?
Slowly, he sat up and looked around. He had landed himself in a hotel of some sort...
'Great.' He thought. 'I'm in another Radison Hotel...somewhere, ANYwhere, on earth.' He thought sarcastically.
All around Ron people bustled through the lobby.
"Well, I'm definetly not in England." He muttered glumly.
It took Ron a minute, but he figured out that the people around him were speaking French. Ron walked over to the front desk, and grabbed a brochure from a stack on the end. Inside, there was a map of France.
Ron threw the brochure back onto the dek, and went over to the fireplace again. How was he supposed to get back to Old Savannah Road withouth Floo-Powder?
Ron sat down on a bench, and thought hard. He didn't know how to speak very much French, and he might end up somewhere crazy like the Old Ottoman Empire if he tried.
"Ron? Is that you?" a familiar voice called him from behind.
Ron jumped mile on the bench, then whirled around.
"Hermione! I'm so happy to see you I think I might cry." Ron exclaimed.
"Well Ron, I'm flattered." She grinned. "But why are you in France? I thought you were supposed to be in Egypt right now!" Hermione grabbed Ron's arm and dragged him over to a chair. They sat down, and immediately Ron began to explain what had happened.
"Ron, that's awful! But I know why you ended up here." Hermione began to explain.
"Because its fate?" Ron asked hopefully.
"No! Well, maybe. No, anyway, its because you said 'Radison on Chou!" she worked all of this out particularly fast, and put a hand on Ron's shoulder.
"The Radison on Cabbage?" Ron said blankly.
"Yes, odd isnt it? Anyway, we'll get this sorted out in no time. Lucy has some extra Floo-Powder somewhere, I'm sure."
"Lucy, as in, your nanny Lucy?" Ron squeaked. "No, wait Hermione. There's really something I need to tell you." Ron said quickly, his words running together.
"Yes? I'm listening." Hermione turned and stared at Ron.
"Well, you see, I met his girl at the hotel." He began.
"A girl, Ron? Way to go. I've never seen one of those before." Hermione teased.
"This French girl, named Monica." He continued on as if he had not been interrupted.
"Well, you see, she's really beautiful, and funny too. She's even got a sister and a cousin! Fred and George are in love." Ron said all of this even faster. Hermione leaned back, looking appalled.
"No, I don't see. Are you going somewhere with this?" she demanded, her face twisted into a really funny shape. Ron would have laughed, if he hadn't felt like crying at that particular moment.
"Yes! I found out, Hermione, that I don't like her at all! She's pretty, but a little airy. She's just not you, Hermione! Everytime I look at her I always end up thinking about you!" Ron exclaimed, and instantly he wished that he could take it all back. Hermione's face remained unchanged, and finally she said softly, "Oh Ron... you have to go now."
Eventually Hermione returned to the lobby with Lucy, who gave Ron the Floo-Powder he needed. As he turned to leave France, he gave Hermione one last look. She still had the pinched look of someone trying really hard not to scream.
"Radison on Old Savannah Road." Ron nearly whispered. Finally, he was going back to his own hotel.
Dear Harry,
How's your summer going? We've just arrived in France. Its beautiful here! Have you heard from Ron lately? I bet he's having loads of fun in Egypt. By the way, do you think we could all meet in Diagon Alley at the end of the
summer? I miss Ron...you too, of course.
3 from,
Hermione
How's your summer going? We've just arrived in France. Its beautiful here! Have you heard from Ron lately? I bet he's having loads of fun in Egypt. By the way, do you think we could all meet in Diagon Alley at the end of the
summer? I miss Ron...you too, of course.
3 from,
Hermione
Hermione hoped that Harry wouldn't notice the last part of the letter that much. She quickly folded it, and attatched it to the feathery owl on her bed.
Yes, she was in France. Ron was in Egypt. Harry was in... his bedroom at Privet Drive, most likely.
"Poor Harry..." Hermione mumbled as she sent her owl away.
But then Hermione's thoughts turned back to Ron. What was he doing in Egypt? He was probably meeting all sorts of people. The pyramids were probably a blast, too.
The Weasly's had finally finished their tour of the pyramids. The twins had especially enjoyed the last few pyramids, which contained Muggle skeletons with extra heads and limbs.
Estella walked back to Ryan's shop, chatting with Fred and George. Ron, tagging behind, only caught snippets of their conversation.
"A joke shop, eh?"
"Absolutely. Would you care to try a few samples?"
"Sounds promising..."
They all walked to the back of the store, where Ryan was waiting for them.
"We're going back to the hotel to have lunch, and hang around there until Bill and Charlie want to meet for dinner." Mr. Weasly announced. Fred and George's faces brightened and he knew exactly how they planned on spending their time.
Mrs. Weasly had already climbed into the fireplace, and was gone before Ron could blink.
"Wait... where're we going?" Ron grabbed George's arm.
"I don't know, Ron. Make something up, and we'll see you in a few years." He said, carefully removing Ron's hand from his arm.
"Hey, take Percy with you, would you?" Fred added as they turned back to Ryan and Estella.
"No, I'm serious! Whats the name of the hotel?" Ron turned to Mr. Weasly.
"What's that, Ron? Ginny, its your turn." Mr. Weasly gave Ginny her Floo-Powder, then Ron turned around to listen to Ginny say where she was going, but Mr. Weasly started talking again.
"Dad. What. Is. The. Name. Of. The. Hotel.?" Ron enuciated each word as clearly as he could.
"The hotel? It's the—"
"DAD! I'm going now!" Fred yelled.
"The Radison on Old Savannah Road, Ron. Relax." Mr. Weasly laughed
.
"Right." Ron smiled. "I'll go next, Dad." Ron stepped forward, took his Floo-Powder, and tossed it into the flames.
Ron cleared his throat, took a deep breath, and said, "Radison on...on..." Ron's nose twitched, and he took another deep breath. Unfortunately, this also caused him to inhale a mouth of soot and dust, and Ron sneezed loudly.
"AACCHHOOO!" Suddenly, he felt as if he were being pulled backwards. Ron was transported somewhere... maybe to a different country, or maybe just down the road. He had no idea.
Finally Ron hit the ground, hard, and rolled out onto the floor. He lay there for a second, trying to catch his breath. Where was he?
Slowly, he sat up and looked around. He had landed himself in a hotel of some sort...
'Great.' He thought. 'I'm in another Radison Hotel...somewhere, ANYwhere, on earth.' He thought sarcastically.
All around Ron people bustled through the lobby.
"Well, I'm definetly not in England." He muttered glumly.
It took Ron a minute, but he figured out that the people around him were speaking French. Ron walked over to the front desk, and grabbed a brochure from a stack on the end. Inside, there was a map of France.
Ron threw the brochure back onto the dek, and went over to the fireplace again. How was he supposed to get back to Old Savannah Road withouth Floo-Powder?
Ron sat down on a bench, and thought hard. He didn't know how to speak very much French, and he might end up somewhere crazy like the Old Ottoman Empire if he tried.
"Ron? Is that you?" a familiar voice called him from behind.
Ron jumped mile on the bench, then whirled around.
"Hermione! I'm so happy to see you I think I might cry." Ron exclaimed.
"Well Ron, I'm flattered." She grinned. "But why are you in France? I thought you were supposed to be in Egypt right now!" Hermione grabbed Ron's arm and dragged him over to a chair. They sat down, and immediately Ron began to explain what had happened.
"Ron, that's awful! But I know why you ended up here." Hermione began to explain.
"Because its fate?" Ron asked hopefully.
"No! Well, maybe. No, anyway, its because you said 'Radison on Chou!" she worked all of this out particularly fast, and put a hand on Ron's shoulder.
"The Radison on Cabbage?" Ron said blankly.
"Yes, odd isnt it? Anyway, we'll get this sorted out in no time. Lucy has some extra Floo-Powder somewhere, I'm sure."
"Lucy, as in, your nanny Lucy?" Ron squeaked. "No, wait Hermione. There's really something I need to tell you." Ron said quickly, his words running together.
"Yes? I'm listening." Hermione turned and stared at Ron.
"Well, you see, I met his girl at the hotel." He began.
"A girl, Ron? Way to go. I've never seen one of those before." Hermione teased.
"This French girl, named Monica." He continued on as if he had not been interrupted.
"Well, you see, she's really beautiful, and funny too. She's even got a sister and a cousin! Fred and George are in love." Ron said all of this even faster. Hermione leaned back, looking appalled.
"No, I don't see. Are you going somewhere with this?" she demanded, her face twisted into a really funny shape. Ron would have laughed, if he hadn't felt like crying at that particular moment.
"Yes! I found out, Hermione, that I don't like her at all! She's pretty, but a little airy. She's just not you, Hermione! Everytime I look at her I always end up thinking about you!" Ron exclaimed, and instantly he wished that he could take it all back. Hermione's face remained unchanged, and finally she said softly, "Oh Ron... you have to go now."
Eventually Hermione returned to the lobby with Lucy, who gave Ron the Floo-Powder he needed. As he turned to leave France, he gave Hermione one last look. She still had the pinched look of someone trying really hard not to scream.
"Radison on Old Savannah Road." Ron nearly whispered. Finally, he was going back to his own hotel.