"Ron?" Hermione yawned as she stretched the next morning.

"Hmm?" he asked as he snuggled back down into the cool pillows.

"It's morning," she told him.

"That's nice, love," he yawned and wrapped an arm around her, pulling her body closer to his.

"We need to get out of bed."

"We don't," he countered. "We have a great flat with a great view and nothing we have to do."

"What about ...?"

"Nothing," he stated firmly.

"We have to call your mum," she corrected.

"Bloody hell," he groaned. "How about we send a letter the first time? We can give them the felly - erm - telephone number for here and they can call us."

Hermione sighed but rolled out of bed, bringing the sheet with her - much to Ron's dismay - and headed for the desk in the corner of their bedroom. "Well, come on then. Get up and help me."

"Bring it to the bed, 'Mione."

It was her turn to groan as she grabbed a book, ink, her quill, and a piece of parchment - make that two pieces of parchment. "Fine," she said as she settled beside him.

His hand immediately found the gap in the sheet and started caressing her bare stomach. "Just say out loud what you want to write," he suggested. At the look she gave him he smiled slightly. "Okay. I'll just read over your shoulder then."

Dear Mum and Dad (Mr. and Mrs. Weasley) -

"You have to include everyone," Ron told her.

She sighed and magicked away the ink. "Right."

Dear Everyone -

We're safe. We have a flat and everything is going fine. We are each going to write a separate letter - one to Ginny and one to Harry. They can share whatever information we give them, so long as we don't indicate it as top secret. Don't worry - we won't be disclosing anything of vital importance to them - such as our whereabouts or anything. Honestly, it's better if you don't know where we are. They can find you and use Veritaserum or the Imperius on you and if you knew, we'd be in bigger trouble.

Fair warning: Draco Malfoy is looking for me (Hermione). Be mindful of Ginny and Harry; he'll most likely go after them looking for us.

Please don't worry about us. We're okay as long as we have each other.

Love from,
Ron and Hermione

She quickly scribbled the telephone number down and folded up the parchment. "You write to Harry and I'll write to Ginny," she told him.

He nodded and grabbed an extra quill and piece of parchment, opting to just share her ink.

Harry -

Sorry about running off like that, mate. Bet Mum and Lupin had kittens about it, yeah? You know why I did it, Harry. I know I don't have to explain. 'Mione just told me I should, though. She's writing to Gin and I'm sure you'll compare stories and find out that I really have no idea how we got to this point - to the point of me being such a coward and running away - kidnapping, really. I know you may never forgive me for taking off and leaving you alone, but I beg your forgiveness. I love her, Harry, and I want her to be safe - no matter what the cost is.

Did you know there's a plane-thing that hurls you across the planet at Knight Bus speed? Well, there is. I found that out the hard way. And, no, mate, I still can't tell you where we've gone. And don't think 'Mione will tell Gin either.

If you really need anything let us know. We can be back in a couple of hours. 'Mione gave Mum and Dad the - erm - phone number to our flat - yeah, me and 'Mione are sharing a flat, but I reckon you knew that would happen. Don't tell Mum and Dad, but we're sharing a bed as well.

I've got to go, Harry. Looks like Hermione's almost done so we should send these off. Call if you want to. We'll most likely answer.

- Ron

As Ron was writing to Harry, Hermione was doing the same to Ginny.

Ginny -

I am so sorry we ran off like we did. I'm not sorry we left, well, I sort of am, but not really, if you know what I mean. See, I wish we were there to help the Order and everyone sort things out, but I think this was the best thing for us right now. All of us. Me, Ron, you and Harry, the rest of your family ... everyone. He's scared, Gin, and so am I. As Ron wrote in his previous letter, we'll not be using magic so tracking us won't be much help. It makes me sad to think that Ron and I won't be around to watch you and Harry really put everything back together - like you should be.

Ron and I got a lovely flat. Two bedrooms - one will be turned into a study (Don't tell your Mum)- a bathroom with a huge tub, a common room, a full kitchen, and a beautiful balcony with the most amazing view of ... well, just with a great view.

We had a busy first day ... what with settling in and everything. We had a good night's sleep - it felt wonderful to be in his arms, Gin. I know you don't want to hear things like that about your brother, but it's true. I truly felt safe.

Have Harry tell you about my situation with Malfoy (if he hasn't already). I have to explain it all to Ron. We may try to work it out while were in ... erm ... here. That would mean us coming home sooner.

Please remind everyone that we're okay. We know what we're doing.

We miss you already. Please be safe.

Love from,
Hermione

"Ready?" she asked as she folded up the parchment and took his, doing the same.

"Sure. But where are we going to get an owl?" Ron asked.

"Get dressed," she sighed. We have to go to the post office. We're sending the letters to my house in Oxfordshire, remember?"

"Right," Ron mumbled as he groped for his boxer shorts, which lay near the bed on the floor. He slid them on then rolled - literally - out of bed. He righted himself and headed for the bathroom. "Coming, Mrs. Weasley?" he asked with a cheeky grin before ducking into the bathroom.

"Not yet," she muttered to herself. "But I will be in a few minutes." She literally hopped out of bed, nearly spilling the ink, and ran into the bathroom to join her husband of not-even-a-day in a nice, hot, steamy shower.

---

The two dressed and headed out of the flat. Hermione was dressed in a short jean skirt and a pale green tank top; Ron was in a pair of board shorts and a blue shirt. His wand was tucked into his pocket. He and Hermione had a bit of a bicker about that.

"You don't need it," she told him as he grabbed his wand.

"The hell I don't."

"Don't swear. You can't use it, Ron, or they'll find us."

"Who cares? What if someone finds us and attacks us?"

"No one can find us, Ron," she told him. "Why would anyone even think to look here?"

"They can find us, 'Mione. I know they can. We have to be cautious."

"You'd best be cautious that thing doesn't go off while we're out."

"I can't believe you almost used your wand on that man back there," Hermione hissed.

"He needed help and I …"

"You're a muggle now, Ron. You can't be flashing your wand around."

"It's hard," he whined. "I grew up …"

"You didn't have a wand until right before Hogwarts. Channel back to that."

"Fine," he said with a cheeky grin before reaching up and tugging on her hair. "I would have done that before I had my wand."

"Prat," she declared as she walked into the post office.

---

The next several days were hard for Ron. He couldn't help but attempt to do magic when he wanted something done. Hermione had scolded him on almost every occasion. She couldn't talk much. One night she had gotten incredibly frustrated with trying to dry her hair. She whipped out her wand and then saw Ron standing behind her, smiling into the mirror.

"No, no, love," he scolded playfully. "You have to do it the muggle way."

"But, Ron! My hair is an absolute mess," she whined.

"Do you want them to find us?" he asked using the words she used every time she caught him.

"No," she mumbled as she grabbed the muggle hair dryer again.

"I didn't think so," he smirked.

---

Five days later, Mr. Weasley arrived back at the Burrow from one of his routine visits to the Granger home. "Weasley's and friends! We have three letters!" he called through the house.

It was nearly impossible to tell who got to the kitchen first, Molly or Harry. "Are they okay?" he asked. "Are they safe? Did anything happen? Where are they?"

"Calm down, Harry. I haven't opened anything. This is for you," he said while handing over Ron's letter. "Ginny, this is for you," he told her as he relinquished possession of Hermione's letter. "And Molly, dear, we can read this together," he said as they all sat down at the table.

After a quiet couple of moments, Molly relayed all of the information she had received. Ginny and Harry shared with the table what they thought would be appropriate, which was mainly saying that Hermione felt safe with Ron.

Shortly thereafter, Harry and Ginny excused themselves out to the garden. She forced him to tell her what he had seen when he broke into Hermione's mind. Shaking her head she told him, "I'm glad she's with him and away from here."

"What do you make of Hermione's letter?" he asked.

"They're either married or still just dating," she told him.

"How do you figure that?" Harry asked her, his brow scrunching in confusion.

"Well," Ginny explained as the heat rose in her cheeks. "Weasleys have this ... old magic ... it's actually kind of odd. Once engaged, a Weasley can't do anything with their fiancee past kissing. That includes sleeping in the same bed. It's odd, really. So, either they've gotten married already or they haven't done anything." She paused. "I can't be sure," she added, "but my bet would be on marriage."

"You think so?"

"Yeah."

"Is that rule true only for the Weasley men or would ..." he trailed off.

"Anyone who married me would have to go to one of my brothers first," she told him. "It's strange that they couldn't go to Dad, but they can't. One of my brothers would have to give you - erm, him - a ring and perform a blessing on it. That blessing would act as sort of a deterrent ... like you - erm, he - couldn't do anything beyond kissing or holding hands. Nothing naughty. Apparently," she added as an afterthought, "it even decides what kinds of kisses are allowed. Bill was hit a couple of times with the magic already ... and the wedding hasn't happened yet."

"Speaking of," Harry said after a few moments, "D'ya reckon Ron and Hermione will come home for that?"

"Donno. Maybe we should write back to ask."

"Yeah," Harry said, he eyes far away. Did I miss my best friends' wedding? "Would, erm, I mean ... would you be my date to the wedding? I mean, I know you have to be in it and all ... but would you mind, when the whole ceremony thing is over and everything, being my date?"

"Of course I will, Harry," Ginny smiled.

They were moving in for a kiss when they heard Remus Lupin shout, "Australia!"

Ginny and Harry quickly ran inside and stared at the man. "What are you talking about?" Harry asked.

"The post-mark," he explained. "Whether they put an address on the letter or not, it wouldn't matter. The out-going post office has to mark it for air mail." He turned his attention to Molly. "They're in Australia."

"But how did they GET there," Molly asked as a frown crept its way onto her face.

"Airplane, I would imagine," Arthur said.

"Now you can ask Ron how they stay up, Dad," Bill noted.

"There's a wizarding one," Harry said. "Ron told me in his letter. It's like the Knight Bus - goes wicked fast. He said that in his letter."

"Find them," Molly demanded.

"Molly," Arthur tried.

"Find them and bring them home," she said as she turned to Tonks, who had been sitting quietly and reading over the letter.

"Molly," Lupin tried.

"No!" she shouted. Her eyes fixed on Tonks again. "I'm officially filing a Missing Wizard report on my son. It's your job to find him and track him down. Especially because of who he is."

"Mum, they're safe there," Bill told her.

"I want my son home."

"What about Hermione?" Ginny asked.

"Fine. Her too. Just ... go. Get them. Now."

"Molly," Arthur said again.

"Do it," Molly told Tonks before pointing her finger at the fireplace.

Tonks sighed and cast a fleeting look at the rest of the room. "Yes, Ma'am," she said before flooing to the Ministry.