When we first got on the plane, George was calm.

"So how exactly does this work?" George asked.

I raised an eyebrow at him, "You've never been on an airplane?"

"Does it look like I have?" he asked, glancing around.

I sighed, shaking my head, "This is going to be a nightmare."

"So?"

"Well we fasten our seatbelts," I told him, showing him my fastened seatbelt around my waist. "And then we sit back and relax until we reach Mexico."

"How do we get there?"

"The plan flies, George," I said slowly.

"Like a broom?"

"Yeah, only we're not moving it."

He nodded, thoughtfully. "Interesting."

I rolled my eyes and pulled out a Muggle book, Wuthering Heights.

It was that moment that the intercom came on, causing George to jump.

"Alright, passengers," the captian said chirpily. "The lovely flight attendents will be showing you proper procedure during our flight. Please fasten your seatbelts and prepare for take-off."

"This is my first time on a plan," George said after a second.

I sighed, "I know, George. You already said so."

He flashed me a grin, "Right..."

After the flight attendent went over procedures, the wheels started to move. George tensed.

"You alright?" I asked him.

He nodded, "Yeah."

We began slowly moving forward, making our way to the runway. "Just relax," I coaxed as he tensed. "And once we get in the air, swallow. Then yawn."

"Why?"

"Air pressure," I shrugged. "Just do it."

"Alright..." he said slowly. Our speed was getting faster and faster and soon the plane gave a lurch as we left the ground. "What was that?" he whispered, his eyes wide.

"We're in the air," I whispered. "Don't worry."

He tensed at his spot at the window seat and slowly looked outside, as if afraid to look. "Sounded like something-"

I planted my hand over his mouth, "Don't say it," I whispered, my eyes darting around.

"What?" he asked, his eyes widened further.

I sighed and took his hand, giving it a soft squeeze, "Nothing. Just relax. We have a twelve hour flight."

It was two minutes later when the wheels raised into the landing gear compartment, that he jumped again. "What the bloody hell?"

I gave a small smile, clearly enjoying this moment, "The landing gear is going into the bottom of the plane."

"Oh," he muttered, his cheeks flushing.

He was cute when he was embarrassed.

I fell asleep an hour later, my book forgotten on my lap. When I awoke to a few bumps in the turbulance, I realized George had put his arm around my shoulder. My head was resting upon his shoulder as well.

It was a nice embrace. We hit another bump of turbulance and he awoke straight away.

"What was that?"

I kissed his cheek, yawning as I rested my head back on his shoulder. "Wind. Everything that happens is suppossed to happen, alright?"

"Are we suppossed to have such a rough flight, though?"

I nodded, "Yes. Now get to sleep."

He sighed, "Fine."

He rested his head on top of mine, which I knew couldn't be comfortable. We fell asleep minutes later.

When we landed, I had expected George's sudden tensing and gripping my hand tightly. We were all afraid of something.

"Come on," I murmured, grabbing his hand and pulling him with me off the plane. He gave a soft sigh, probably thinking I wouldn't hear it, as we reached the land. It was a sigh of relief.

"Who knew the Quidditch beater was terrified of flying?" I teased as we reached baggage claim.

George flushed darkly, his cheeks turning a shade to rival that of his hair, "I'm not terrified. Took me by surprise, is all."

"Sure," I agreed with a small grin. He rolled his eyes. I spotted our bags a few minutes later and grabbed them before heading out of the airport, George on my tail.

The hotel was amazing. A resort right on the ocean, overlooking a small island. Our room was beautiful as well. Sandy walls, a living room area, bedroom, small kitchen, and a full bathroom full of spotless marble.

"What do you want to do first?" George asked, collapsing on the bed.

I jumped at the chance to voice my opinion, "Oh my! There's so much to choose from! We could swim with the dolphins! We could go to the Mayan temples! Or we could ride a donkey through the desert!" I shook my head, my eyes wide as I flipped through an activity sheet on the nightstand. "And look at this! It says they have -"

"Hermione," George interrupted, an amused look on his face. "One at a time."

I bit my lip, flushing slightly, "Sorry..." I hesitated. "I don't know. You choose."

He flipped through the program he had gently eased from my fingers and was silent.

"Well?" I prompted after waiting five minutes.

"It's a surprise," he said simply, smirking. "Come on."

I was shocked as he waved his wand and I was in a bathing suit, skirt, and a size too small tank-top. He eyed me with a hungry look before taking my hand and pulling me from the room. I barely had enough time to grab our room keys.

"George!" I gasped as we approached a desk with a man working behind it in a hawaiian print shirt.

He spoke fluent Spanish, that I didn't understand, and the man started to type away and gave George a paper, speaking back to him in fast Spanish. George paused a moment, processing the information before giving him a smile and saying, "Gracias."

George read the paper as we walked away and I was dying of curiosity. I knew if I asked that he wouldn't answer. George was bloody stubborn, but like me, was persistent.

"Oops, this way," he tugged my arm as he turned left down the hall abruptly. I stumbled slightly and he paused to allow me to catch my balance, "Sorry."

I waved it off, not really bothered by it, and had to quicken my pace to keep up with him.

We got on a bus with many other people and George gave me a smirk as he saw my confused gaze. Since when did he even know about all of this stuff?

"Where are we going?" I asked after five minutes. I couldn't hold it in any longer. It came out in a rush and George chuckled, taking enjoyment in my embarrassment.

"I'm surprised you waited this long to ask," He smirked. "But you should know when we get there."

I was confused as we got into the dense trees and brush. We obviously were going somewhere only the dense forest would hold. Tree searching? Magical herbs? No, we wouldn't be on a Muggle tour bus then...

George got close to me and whispered in my ear, "Look out the window."

I followed his instructions, feeling goosebumps erupt on my skin from his whisper. His breath had tickled my skin doing things to my body-

A gasp escaped my lips as I saw what he wanted me to see. The golden stones stood out in the sunlight of the evening and the carvings were moss covered. A Mayan temple was standing before us, most likely a hundred feet or more in height. It was simply magnificent.

"Beautiful," I whispered.

George grinned, "Did I do good?"

"Definately going to be rewarded," I nodded, glancing at him with a small smile.

Sorry for the long update, School has been taking up all my time! Please, review! Love it?

-Nastya