"Ron I have to go." Hermione couldn't believe the words were coming out of her mouth.

Of course she didn't want to leave Ron, especially so soon after Fred's funeral but she had no choice. Hermione knew that now that the war was over she needed to do this. Ron had his family, but she needed hers.

"You can't do this." She could hear the longing in his voice.

"I have to find my parents; to take the spell off of them. You understand don't you?" Hermione had been working for days on how to phrase this to Ron. She didn't want to hurt him anymore then she had to.

"No what I mean is you can't do this alone. I'm coming with you."

Ron knew this day would one day come. Hermione would want to go to Australia to find her parents. That was understandable. But he couldn't let her do it alone. There were still Death Eaters loose. He could not bear to loose her knowing they had survived the war.

"You really want to come with me?"

"Of course, Hermione. I would go anywhere for you." Ron had remembered this line from Twelve Fail-Safe Ways to Charm Witches. He just hoped that it had worked.

"Nice line." She said sarcastically but she rewarded him with a quick peck on the lips.

"So what's the plan?"

"I was thinking about a few days so that we can figure out more specifics." Hermione explained as quickly as she could.

All of a sudden, Ron and Hermione heard Mrs. Weasley calling them for lunch.

"Look Hermione we can talk about this later. Meet me outside after everyone goes to bed. We'll figure this all out." Ron kissed the top of her head before he ran into the kitchen to get some food.

Hermione could not believe she was sneaking out. She could not wait to see Ron; it made her nervous all day. They were going to start planning their adventure to get her parents back. As she stepped out the Burrow's back door she saw a figure step out from behind a tree.

"'Bout time Hermione!"

"It's not my fault that your sister just fell asleep. She wanted to stay up and talk about Harry. It was taking so long I almost stunned her." Hermione whispered. "It was a joke Ronald." She replied after she saw the look on Ron's face.

"Speaking of Harry, what are we gonna do with him?" Ron asked casually.

"What do you mean?"

"Well what are we going to tell him?"

"The truth I suppose," she answered, "but I guess it will be a little weird going without him."

"How do you think he'll take it? I mean he is our best mate and everything."

"Well, what's he going to be hurt about? He wants to spend more time with Ginny and I know you'd never let her come along. And Ron, I think we deserve a little time to ourselves too. It's not Harry I'm worried about; it's your mother. How is she going to take it that we're going alone?"

Ron saw that Hermione had fear in her eyes. He knew he had to comfort her somehow.

"Look, Hermione, it doesn't matter what my mum thinks. We're going to do this no matter what. I love you."

" I love you too R-" Before Hermione could finish her lips connected with Ron's. She could feel the space decreasing between them. Their lips moved as one full being; Hermione could no longer think about anything that wasn't Ron. When they finally parted they took almost a minute to get their breathing back to normal.

"I think if we work really hard we'd be ready to leave in a week," Hermione suggested.

"Yeah, okay. Don't worry Hermione, we'll make sure that we find your parents; no matter how long it takes."

They walked hand-in-hand towards the Burrow. Everything was set; in a week they would be leaving for Australia, and Hermione knew everything would be perfect.