What The...

"Why do we do this?" Hermione said through an exasperated sigh as she and Ron headed to Muggle London.

Ron was surprised that for once, he was answering the questions she asked. Even if the answers were all wrong.

"We're doing this because the world is not ready for our relationship. They wouldn't handle. I thought being famous would be something exiting, but I'm like Harry now. It's not really worth it."

Hermione stopped waling, which caused Ron to stop walking and turn to look at her confused.

"What is it?"

"Ron, we both know why we do this." Hermione began to pace. "We don't do this because this little 'world' that's not ready for our relationship. What world are you referring to Ron? Our world? Or are you referring to you and me?"

Ron started laughing. Of all the things to do in this type of situation, he laughed. At least Hermione had stopped pacing, but she had begun to start biting her bottom lip.

Ron began his usual thesis on what was he and Hermione, "If we weren't ready for a relationship, we definitely wouldn't be meeting up to have an incredibly great shag every week. I mean that the wizarding world wouldn't handle this. And then there's your mum and dad. Who, by the way, think-"

"That I'm still a virgin," Hermione finished the sentence for him. "Yes I know this, and what makes me angry is that I'm twenty-one. Why they would think that is beyond me."

Ron raised his eyebrows and folded his arms.

Hermione walked over to him and he wrapped his arms around her waist.

"We'll go public Monday. But first things first," he pulled out a hotel key and Hermione gave him a knowing look.

So they headed to the hotel, hoping to have a public-free weekend. They really should have known better.

As soon as Hermione and Ron entered the hotel Deluxe, they saw Professor McGonagall in what appeared to be the worst Muggle fashion ever. At least, it looked the worst on her. She had on these incredibly loud blue chaps, a white button down shirt with dancing Pandas all over it, and to top it all off; possibly the first pair of sunglasses ever known to man. But if that wasn't worse enough...

Her partner, who looked vaguely familiar, was dressed in a very pretty purple slip dress, but a horrid red wig. At least he/she was very pretty...

"Malfoy!" Hermione exclaimed if not in a deadly whisper, it was dreadful close.

Ron had whipped out his wand, thinking of the wrong Malfoy and turned to where Hermione was looking.

He immediately turned back to the hotel desk and said in an awkwardly high-pitched voice, "Let's move on, shall we?"

Hermione couldn't have agreed better.

She also added: "If they don't see us, we don't want to see them."

So they continued on even more briskly than before.

"It says we are in room 112, again," Ron smiled at Hermione.

When he opened the door, he and Hermione immediately began their usual hotel snog, but Ron pulled back.

"Did you just see McGonagall and Malfoy, meeting up in disguise?" Some things you can't just resist the urge to ask.

Fortunately for Ron, Hermione was thinking the same thing.

"Did you see the chaps? I would think that even Minerva would have the decency to put some pants underneath them."

"I didn't even know there was a pair of chaps that color."

Ron and Hermione sat quietly in thought, both of them half-wanting to find Draco and McGonagall, and half-wanting to continue with their lovely night before reality really kicked in.

"I'm going to go get some ice," Hermione said, not trying to sound too obvious.

Ron nodded his head quickly.

"Well, while you're getting ice, I better go to the store and get some drinks and some food from the... the..."

"Store," Hermione answered.

"Yeah," Ron said sort of trampled.

"You tell me the story if you see any one of them up close, okay?" Hermione said, standing up and heading to the door.

When she closed the door behind her, Ron couldn't help but to shake his head and hope upon hope that he didn't see anyone else he knew at this hotel.

He began to laugh.

If you really thought about it, he thought, it really is kind of funny.

No it wasn't! It was sick. And no one could tell Ron any different.

So he headed out of his and Hermione's room, down the hall, and began the adventure of searching for his favorite professor (that stayed more than one year) and his arch enemy and not to mention schoolmate.

Even if he didn't want to exactly share a conversation with either of them. It'd be nice to see Draco in that, even if it wasn't that obvious, Muggle woman's dress.