Chapter 23:

Hawaii at Last

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A/N: Well, here you have it, the end of The Trials and Tribulations of Becoming us. I thank all of those who reviewed and read. I'm working on a sequel, bearing the same title, with the second part added on the end. You'll see in good time. Enjoy!

"Ron, where's your trunk? We have to go now!" It was the following morning and Hermione was yelling at Ron for the fourth time. If they didn't leave soon, they were surely going to miss their flight to the states. "Ronald Weasley, our cab is here and if you don't come down here right now, I am leaving on our honeymoon WITHOUT YOU!" She heard Ron scrambling down the stairs followed by a series of loud thumps and a piercing "ARGH!"

"Ron?" Hermione screeched, this time a bit fearful. A maroon trunk came tumbling down the stairs, followed by it's owner. "Ron, are you okay?" Hermione rushed over to her husband and helped him to his feet.

"Hermione darling, that's the last time I rush down a flight of stairs for you." Ron shook himself and then grabbed his trunk.

"What was that noise we heard?" Molly and Arthur had come into the room.

"I'm fine mum, but we'd better go before Hermione has kittens." Ron walked over and kissed his mother on the cheek.

"Well, good bye! Please take good care of Crookshanks and Pig while we're gone. Owl us if anything happens." Hermione hugged the two. Ron set both trunks in the back of the cab and they set off to the airport. (Hermione had insisted on them doing their honeymoon in the old fashioned muggle way.)

"Please fasten you seatbelts for take off."

Ron and Hermione were seated on the air plane and were happily awaiting take off. Ron had never been on an airplane before and Hermione couldn't help but laugh at the boyish amazement on his face. She felt the plane take off into the air and Ron freeze beside her.

"Ron?" she asked, turning to look at him.

"Hermione, I don't think I like flying much." he said and ran to the bathroom. Hermione sat back and rolled her eyes. This was going to be a very long flight.

"Land!" Ron exclaimed as he stepped into the terminal. It had been a very rocky plane ride. Ron had gotten airsick every five minutes and Hermione had hardly slept at all and sighed in exhaustion as she stepped into the brightly lit airport. They headed towards the front of the building and inquired as to where their ride was waiting for them. Then, they stepped out side into the beautiful blue day.

"Ah, there it is." Ron pointed towards a black coupe sitting near the curb. They piled all of their luggage into the back of the car and climbed in. Hermione stared out the window from the back seat. This strange land was positively breathtaking. The palm trees swayed in the light breeze as the sun beat down on the glorious white sand. In the distance, the turquoise water shimmered and birds littered the sky, completing the image of perfection. If only England looked quite the same way. To keep herself occupied during the long ride to the house they had rented, Hermione continued staring out the window, gazing at paradise in it's truest form. About 45 minutes later, the car stopped in front of a small beach bungalow along the turquoise sea line.

"Why don't you go for a walk along the beach while I settle us in Hermione?" Ron asked after they had pulled all of their luggage out of the car and into the house. Hermione knew that it was useless trying to argue that she would much rather be with Ron, so she agreed and headed out the door. She slipped off her shoes and gingerly started walking along the beach. Hermione gazed out into the deep hues of the water, getting only close enough so that the tide glided over her small feet.

"Hermione" Ron called from the distance. She turned around and headed back up the beach. As she continued to walk towards the house, Hermione noticed a line of rose petals littered along her path.

"Ron?" Hermione called softly as she reached the house. She continued to walk the path of rose petals laid out for her until she reached the living room where a single red rose was lying on the couch with a handwritten note attached.


So we really did this huh? The you and me thing. You wouldn't be reading this if we hadn't. I'm so glad that I have you in my life. You make it worth it for me to wake up in the morning and give me something to dream about at night. Your smile is brighter than the sun and your glow is envious even of the moon. You make me want to be a better person. Simply put, I love you, I always have and I always will.


Hermione looked up from her letter and saw Ron framed in the doorway with the sun streaming in the window behind him. Oh, how she honestly and truly just loved him. Hermione walked over to him and grabbed the person she cared for most in the world's hand. And for the first time in her life, Hermione let her actions speak louder than her words.