Disclaimer:

I do not own anything but the plot, all known characters are property of JK Rowling.

A/N:

I'm so sorry this has taken so much time to upload. I have been extremely busy the last few weeks with summer and school and my family. I hope this upload makes up for it. I hope you all enjoy it. I truly appreciate all my readers and hope it was worth the wait. Thanks for reviewing and adding to your favorites or following the story. I hope to upload on a more regular basis, but I also have a few other stories brewing that I have been working on as well as a collab on America's Calling written under the pen name of TheGoldenTrioJKS. Thanks to my betas on this chapter, RooOJoy and Snapeslittleblackbuttons.

Thanks again,

Gimi aka Jess

The next morning, Fleur came back early and took the slight glamour off of Jeanette. Gone were the chestnut curls and frizz, replaced with soft golden blonde waves, not as bright and white as Fleur's or Draco's, but a soft yellow gold with a soft light brown lowlights that offset her, once again, deep blue-green eyes. Looking in the mirror was like looking at a familiar friend, but not like looking at her own reflection. Though, she must admit, it was nice to be rid of the bush that was her former hair. Fleur left after changing her back to her original state. Yawning, Jeanette had to wake up a half hour earlier than she normally would have. Being a LeClair meant more prep time in the morning. Even as a small child she had to get up early, take her shower, pick her clothing - making sure they were proper for whatever the day's event, do her hair, and now it would include doing her makeup like a proper pureblood heiress. Jeanette wasn't even sure what that meant; she wasn't old enough for makeup when she left society. Fleur was naturally beautiful so she never put on more than mascara and a little lip gloss.

Jeanette sighed and went into the shared bathroom to take her shower before Draco got up. She noticed as she passed the mirror that because her curls were gone, her now blonde hair went from the middle of her back to her the top of her butt. It wasn't as thick and heavy as it once was with all the curls. It wasn't pin straight, but had lots of volume and wave. Jeanette got ready for class, taking her shower and using her wand to dry her hair, pinning it back out of her face and into a loose side plait.

Going into her room, she brought out one of her uniforms and called Linx to do the alterations that she knew had to be coming. As Hermione Granger she had always kept her uniform about one size too big for her, she didn't need any more attention drawn to her than she already had because she was Harry's friend. This was especially true after the Yule ball fourth year when boys in her class began to notice that she wasn't just a bookworm anymore. That had been a mistake on her part, but she couldn't help it. After that, she went back to her baggy, misshapen clothing and tried to blend in again. Now she needed Linx to fix her uniform to fit properly. A LeClair is not allowed to look frumpy she had heard Linx tell her as a child. That elf really loved her family. She had noticed that all her Weasley sweaters she had received from Molly Weasley were gone, apparently hand knitted sweaters were frumpy according to Linx.

She put on the uniform and Linx got to work. She tailored the skirt and inserted princess seams down the front of her white button down v neck shirt to give definition to Jeanette's figure. Linx shrank the shirt and added darts to the back so they would flare out a bit and didn't need to be tucked in. Her Gryffindor tie was tied loosely around her neck more like a necklace than a tie. The skirt was shortened to mid-thigh, not too short, but not knee length as Hermione used to wear it. Jeanette's vests were also shrunk to fit snug and she had to admit, the elf did a great job making her uniform fitted and sexy without looking slutty like some of the other girls in the school. Jeanette put on her maroon knee socks with the gold pom pom's Go Gryffindors! and her shiny black mary janes with a three-inch platform heel. She put on a pair of drop diamond earrings her mother had given her for her sixteenth birthday, a bit of blush, mascara and a light pink lip-gloss and with a wave goodbye to her elf, left her room to head to breakfast. Linx had brought a note from her father telling her to seek out her brother for her family ring. She was expected to wear it all the time now.

Draco was coming out of his room, dressed impeccably as always in his black trousers, long sleeve white button down, Slytherin tie and grey vest. His eyes widened at the sight of Jeanette, he wasn't sure what he was expecting but to see her with blonde waves instead of a nest of chestnut curls and a uniform that actually accentuated her figure was beyond mind blowing first thing in the morning. She was even wearing makeup, something he hadn't noticed her use since the ball fourth year.

"Wow, so that is what you look like huh, Granger?" Draco smirked, eyes roaming up and down "Not bad, not bad at all."

Jeanette rolled her eyes. "I feel like a cake about to be served at an overeaters anonymous group."

"A what? There are groups where people eat cake?"

Jeanette laughed. "Never mind, it's a muggle thing. In the muggle world, there are groups for people who drink too much, eat too much, do drugs. It's a place where they can get support to stop overindulging."

"Ah um… ok, well you do look delectable," Draco shamelessly flirted.

Jeanette stared at him. "Don't do that."

"Do what?" he asked confused, as he watched her walk down the stairs into the common room. He watched her skirt sway slightly and couldn't help but imagine what was under that skirt. The image shot straight to his core and he shook his head clear. He could not have those thoughts about Grang- er LeClair.

"Stop flirting like I'm some conquest. Nothing has changed. I am still Hermione Granger, of some sort. You still hate me; you still hate my friends… if they are still my friends."

Draco followed her down the stairs and out the portrait hole with a snigger. "Oh shut it, Potter will forgive you. Isn't that the Gryffindor way; wear your feelings on your sleeve, forgive all transgressions?"

They walked to the Great Hall together, Jeanette noticing a lot of attention that she knew she would garner. She held her head up high. She was after al,l a LeClair - they don't shy away from anyone. "Maybe, who knows. Ron probably won't forgive me though."

Draco laughed viciously. "That's because you are now firmly out of his league. He finally figured out he fancies you and now you are a wealthy pureblood," he whispered as they walked through the doors of the hall. Conversations around them stopped as they walked over to the Gryffindor table towards Ginny. "He knows he will never have you." Draco gave her a knowing look and walked over to his own table where Theo Nott and Blaise Zabini immediately zoned in on him to ask about the new girl.

"So Drakey Poo, who's the new slut?" Pansy's voice travelled to the Gryffindor table. All the students nearby quieted down and stared. Draco rolled his eyes and started grabbing some breakfast.

Jeanette shook her head and sat next to Ginny. The redhead was speechless and Jeanette grinned. "Come on Gin, I know I can't be that ugly."

"Merlin Her-Jeanie is that you?" Jeanette nodded. "You are bloody gorgeous! I mean, you were pretty before, but your uniform now fits and your hair is blonde! You do look a little like Fleur." Ginny grinned at her friend and looked over at the Slytherin table where Pansy was turning purple. Ginny raised her voice, staring right at Pansy with an evil glint in her eye and said, "I still can't believe you're a pureblood heiress Hermione, oh sorry, I mean Jeanette."

"Ginny!" Jeanette scolded, looking over at where Ginny was smirking at.

Pansy stood up and yelled, "You're a liar, Weasley!"

The entire hall became quiet and stared at Pansy. Professor McGonagall, sensing there could be trouble brewing, stood up and commanded attention.

"As many of you may have noticed there is a new face amongst the students. I would like to introduce Jeanette LeClair, formally known as Hermione Granger. Now, I expect everyone to be respectful of her privacy and leave her be." The Great Hall erupted with chatter about what they were just told.

Jeanette stood up to go over to the Headmistress. Giving her old transfiguration teacher a smile she asked, "Professor McGonagall, have you seen my brother? I'm supposed to get something from him this morning from my father."

"Yes, Miss LeClair, he had to get something set up for class today, but I believe he will be back in a few minutes," Professor McGonagall answered her favorite student. "When you speak to your father, let him know that everything has been approved and arranged for your ball in December. Miss Parkinson, sit down and eat your breakfast. If you are done, you have lessons to get to." With that, Professor McGonagall sat and continued to eat her breakfast.

"A ball, Jeanie? Like your coming out ball?" Ginny gasped, "Why would it be approved… Jeanie, is it being held here?" The redhead grabbed her friend's arm and sat her back on the bench. "Oh my Godric! That is going to be fun… who is coming? When is it? How are you going to have a ball at school?"

"Ginny, calm down," Jeanette laughed. "Father is donating to the restoration of Hogwarts and he and my mother will be planning the ball for the Christmas hols."

"Basically your dad pulled a Malfoy," Ginny guffawed loudly. At his name Draco looked up and frowned, which made Ginny laugh even harder.

Jeanette banged her head on the table and groaned. "Shut it, Gin, I didn't want the stupid thing in the first place, but I can't get him to change his mind. It was supposed to happen two years ago. He wanted to do it next month in France but mother convinced him we couldn't plan a ball in a month."

"Jeanette," a wispy voice called out from behind her. Jeanette raised her head and turned to see Luna Lovegood standing there with a smile on her face. "I always thought you didn't seem quite right, now I can see why. You are very beautiful and complete now."

"Um, thanks Luna." Jeanette didn't know how to answer that.

Just then Julien walked up and gave her a hug. "Ah Jeanie, now you remind me of that little girl I missed. I know it is inappropriate, but I just couldn't help myself. I have missed you, little sister."

Jeanette laughed and brought her arms around her brother slash professor, "Oh Julien, I have missed you too."

"Getting cozy with the staff, Granger," Pansy sneered as she was walking past the Gryffindor table. "I don't think that's allowed. Showing favoritism Professor LeClair?"

"Pansy, you daft cow," Jeanette growled back. She, after all, was no longer Hermione Granger. "Don't you have some fifth year to shag somewhere? I know all the boys in our year are already done using you, have to find new stock, don't you, Pansy?" The table around her snickered as Pansy bristled.

"Jeanie," Julien scolded, "there is no need to..."

"Julien," Jeanette interrupted her brother, ignoring the red faced girl standing in front of her - Ginny had stuffed her hand in her mouth and bit down to keep from laughing out loud. Draco and his friends were not so polite and were openly howling with laughter. "Papa sent me a note saying you have something for me? May I have it? I have to get to class, some of us spend more time in classrooms when they are in session than others." With that proclamation she stared right at Pansy with a smirk on her face. Pansy snarled in anger and stomped out of the Great Hall. The students that witnessed the exchange sat silently wondering what happened to the Gryffindor Princess. No one had ever known her to be that vicious to any student.

Julien sighed and took out a small black box. Jeanette opened it and took out her ring and slipped it on her right hand.

"Oi, Granger," Theo Nott called from the Slytherin table, "you getting married to a Professor now?"

Jeanette looked over at the Slytherins and smiled sweetly, "Yes, Nott, wanna see the ring?" and she flipped him off. The Gryffindor table howled with laughter as she showed him her family ring on her middle finger where it was conveniently placed.

Jeanette heard her brother suppress a chuckle. "Jeanette LeClair," he tried to keep the laughter from his voice as he was a teacher after all. "That was uncalled for, especially for the Head Girl."

"I don't know what you mean, Professor." Jeanette looked up at her brother with a completely straight face. "He asked to see my ring, I was merely showing it to him. See you in class," she said as she walked out with fellow eighth year Gryffindors and Ginny following her with more laughter. She looked over at Draco and his friends, and grinned.

OoOoO

"Is she really marrying a Professor?" Daphne Greengrass questioned as she followed Theo, Draco and Blaise off to class.

Draco started to laugh, "Daph, haven't you heard the news? I heard it was all over the Great Hall last night. Granger isn't Granger, she's Jeanette LeClair. As in the French LeClairs? As in our new professor's little sister. He wasn't giving her an engagement ring, he was giving her the family ring."

"How do you know?" Blaise asked. "I mean, that what she said is the truth?"

"Well for one, I met her father yesterday by accident by the lake," Draco explained. "She introduced me to him because I came across her on my walk. Two, I live in the same dorm as her and witnessed a couple of interesting outbursts between her and Weaselette, Potter, and the Weasel. And her and her brother," he ticked off his hand. "And did you see her this morning? She's not the same Granger we once knew. She's a pureblood."

"Yeah," Daphne mused. "She did look put together this morning. So that's what she really looks like huh?" The guys just nodded. This did change a lot of things.

OoOoO

The rest of the week gossip flurried around Jeanette. Pansy told everyone around that would listen that it was a lie, just something so no one would forget the Mudblood's name. She said it so much that Jeanette contemplated punching her in the nose like she did Malfoy in third year, but she knew her brawling days were over. Her brother did take twenty points from Slytherin for unfounded gossip, and lectured Pansy on the good graces of being a pureblood, all which did not include spreading rumors; which Jeanette laughed at because she knew he was full of hot air. That was exactly what being a pureblood woman was about, but they did it at tea, not in a classroom.

Saturday came and went, she had had a rather loud and unsuccessful lunch with her parents and brother. She could not convince her father that she shouldn't be engaged until after she finished school. Well technically she did convince him to wait until she finished Hogwarts for the wedding, but she was aiming for after her healer's training. That was a nonstarter, her mother and she argued that Jeanette should be allowed to have a career if she chose to, marry who she would like or at least have an option, but Pierre laughed and shook his head like they both grew a second one. Jean had pointed out that Jeanette was a war heroine, she was famous, she couldn't just settle down. The public expected big things from the brightest witch of the century. Pierre just scoffed and said it didn't matter, she would be in France soon enough. That is where Jeanette's fuse ended, she stood at the table of the finest eatery in Hogsmeade and blatantly refused to move to France. England was her home now, she was not going back to France to be a meek little wife, and stormed off to the castle.

Once at the castle, she ran into Fleur and Ginny and was in such a temper that Fleur took her outside and began to transfigure rocks into clay pigeons and threw them into the air above the lake for Jeanette to blow up. Jeanette found this form of wizard's skeet shooting destructive with minimal damage to belongings. Ginny was surprised at just how formidable her friend turned out to be. In the past week she had found there were little differences between Hermione Granger and Jeanette LeClair. She definitely had a veela temper. Jeanette was still a bookworm; she could still be found in the library, but she didn't really spend all her time there anymore, though that could just be because she got more studying done in her own common room instead. Hermione was a know it all and had to answer every question; she sometimes looked like she was dislocating her elbow with how fast her arm would shoot up in the air, but Jeanette was content to just sit there and stay quiet unless she was called upon. Hermione would ignore all gossip about her, or rather shy away from it, while Jeanette would still ignore most of it, she was not opposed to standing up and shutting a few people down. She was even friendly with some of the Slytherins, Daphne Greengrass for one had become friendly with Jeanie and Ginny by extension. The Gryffindor was a little hesitant, but found that Daphne wasn't as bad as some of the others in her house. The rest of Gryffindor house were a bit hesitant about Jeanie. Neville was still talking to her, but the rest of the house believed her to be a liar, a deceiver, no better than a snake. Jeanie never minded, it wasn't like they weren't being truthful, she was a liar. She was still waiting to hear from Ron and Harry. Mostly Harry - Ron… well Ron was Ron and after what happened the previous year, she just couldn't get herself to care more than she did. Their friendship was already on the rocks.

She had received a Howler from Mrs. Weasley, that had been fun. The woman had the nerve to yell at Jeanie about lying to the family. Jeanie caught Bill's eye as she had even mentioned Fleur and him, not telling the family the truth and Jeanie rolling her eyes, set the howler on fire before it finished. Ginny laughed, the new Jeanette Hermione Granier LeClair had a flair for pyrotechnics. Bill just smiled and shook his head, he knew his mother had an opinion over this new development. She still wished Ron to marry Jeanette; Bill didn't have it in him to tell his mother that it was never going to happen. He knew that she would keep pushing it though.

Several weeks later, Jeanie was in the library studying for an Arithmancy exam with Draco, whom had an unspoken truce with Theo and Padma Patil of Ravenclaw, when Ginny came running in.

The group looked up a bit surprised at the interruption. "Jeanie," she whispered frantically, "Jeanie, you have to come quickly. Ron and mum are here. They're here to talk to your brother. I think my brain dead brother let my mum convince him to court you. They're in Professor LeClair's office waiting for your father to floo in."

"Is he absolutely mad?!" Jeanie shouted. Madam Pince shot her a scathing look and shushed her very loudly. Padma silently apologized for Jeanie while Draco and Theo looked highly amused. Jeanie had been getting post over the weeks of different men who were looking to court her; she, in turn, was wandlessly setting them on fire, even changing the color of the flames lately to show her own amusement. Her brother just rolled his eyes each time and sighed.

"He hasn't even written to me since I told him the truth and he thinks it is ok to just bypass that part and talk to my father and brother about a courtship? As if I don't have a say in the matter? Does he even know who I am?!" Her voice began to creep up with each question and Madam Pince came over and kicked the group out of the library. Padma said goodbye at the doors and went back to Ravenclaw tower, and the four remaining students began walking briskly to the transfiguration classroom. Theo and Draco began to laugh at the thought of what was going to happen. They had gotten to know the hot temperament of Head Girl; it could be amusing to watch her explode at the Weasel.

"Go back to the common room Draco," Jeanie muttered. "Take Theo with you." She knew what they were going to do, they didn't call her the brightest witch for nothing.

"Aww, come on LeClair," Draco moaned. "Permit me this moment of fun."

"Malfoy, go away," Ginny seethed. She didn't want an audience when Jeanie was going to yell at her brother. He was her brother after all.

"Fine, but I want details later." Draco grabbed Theo's cloak and the two of them walked to the head dorms. The two girls continued to Julien's office, met by Fleur. Bill had beaten them there and was receiving a telling off from his mother for keeping secrets. The Weasley's did not keep secrets, especially concerning his brother's future bride. Without knocking Jeanie walked into her brother's office.

"Julien- oh hello Mrs. Weasley, Ronald," Jeanie feigned ignorance. "What brings you both to Hogwarts, and to see my brother?"

"Hermione dear," Mrs. Weasley tone was tense. "Why haven't you answered my letters? I am here to -"

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Weasley," Jeanie interrupted, "but I failed to receive a letter. I did receive a howler, but as I am not a child or a minor I burned it because I do not respond to such tacky displays of feigned authority."

Ginny gaped at her friend's moxy. Julien, who agreed with his little sister's words, merely stood back in amusement. LeClair's were never known for their easy temperament and the slight veela that ran through Jeanette made her even more prone to outbursts of anger. She may not ever change into a harpy, but she could very well act like one.

"You might as well be one of my own," Mrs. Weasley began.

Jeanette raised a hand to stop her. "Ginny has told me why you are here and I do not approve. I will not be courted by any of your sons as they are, as you said, like my brothers. There are not feelings other than sibling love between myself and all five Weasley boys. I will never agree to marry any of the Weasley's as we are not suited to be more than that. I may have to agree to marriage, but I will not agree to marrying a Weasley or Harry. This trip is for naught and as for you, Ronald Weasley, how dare you try and go above my head to my brother or my father without even talking to me? Did you think that I wouldn't have found out? If you don't forgive me that is fine, but trying to pursue a courtship without even forgiving my transgressions, that is low. I have accepted that you may never forgive that I kept my parentage from you, but I will not accept being bypassed in this situation."

"Gee, Hermione this isn't my doing," Ron started but was quelled into silence by his mother.

Mrs. Weasley was puce with anger. "How dare you Hermione Granger! You have been welcomed into our home for eight years! What do you think? You are better than the Weasley's now that you are a pureblood LeClair? Let me tell you something missy, you are not. You would be lucky to marry one of my boys."

Jeanette began to giggle, not only giggle but she began to laugh heartily. "Mrs. Weasley, you must forgive me, but I have never thought I was better than the Weasley's. I have always been a pure-blood LeClair. This isn't some inheritance I stumbled across, I was born a LeClair and if I loved any of your boys I would not hesitate to marry one, but I don't, at least not like that. Now, you may rule over your family as is your right as matriarch, but you are not my mother and you will not railroad myself into a courtship or engagement just because you feel I owe the Weasley family something for a little hospitality."

"Madam Weasley," Julien finally spoke up, seeing the redheaded woman was about to start in on his sister again. "I am sorry, but Jeanette is right. While our father wants her to be engaged, he will not set up an engagement without Jeanette's approval, and as she has stated she will not approve a courtship with any Weasley male as they are like family to her. There is no need to wait for my father, I can speak on his behalf. She will not be courted by Ronald or any of the Weasley's."

Mrs. Weasley glared at Jeanette who looked coolly back. She may have pretended to be a muggleborn, but she knew how to be a pureblood ice queen as well as Narcissa Malfoy; she would not be intimidated by the red head. "Fine, I can see we no longer serve a purpose for you, Hermione, so you can just throw us out like yesterday's treacle. I thought you would have realized that I just wanted you to truly be a member of the family, but it looks like we were never really family-"

Jeanette laughed again and gave Mrs. Weasley a cool smile. "Mrs. Weasley, I will always consider you family; it is you who do not consider myself family. You wish to control the lives of all your children, but I will not be controlled. If you do not wish for me to be an honorary Weasley then that is something I will live with, but you will not guilt me into changing my mind by withholding your family from me. If no Weasley wants to associate with me, I can handle that, I have already prepared myself for the loss, but it is up to your family if they will forgive me. Fleur is family and if Bill wishes not to associate with me outside of the classroom that is up to him. Ginny has forgiven me but if she wishes to renege, again, it is her choice. You all have to make your own choices, but you will not take mine from me. Good day, Mrs. Weasley." With that Jeanette turned to leave but stopped and turning around said, "Oh and Mrs. Weasley, my name is not Hermione Granger, it is Jeanette Hermione Granier LeClair, of the French Granier and LeClair lines, two of the oldest pureblood families in France, please remember that." he left the room followed by Fleur and Ginny.

OoOoO

Jeanette, Fleur, and Ginny went up to the head dorms where Theo and Draco were sitting and playing a game of wizard chess. When the girls came in, Jeanette went straight to her room while the other two sat on the sofa waiting for her as she changed into a pair of fitted brown corduroy trousers, a fitted blue t-shirt and a pair of trainers. Draco looked up as she was pulling her blonde hair into a messy bun.

"What happened with Weasel?" Draco sniggered. He found it funny that Weasley thought he could get away with it.

Jeanette rolled her eyes. "It wasn't him, it was Mrs. Weasley. I love your mother Ginny, but sometimes…"

Ginny sighed. She knew sometimes her mother was just too overbearing and controlling. "I can't believe she did that. I can't believe you said that either though, you sounded like Malfoy."

"Oi!" Draco griped offended, "What does that mean?"

Jeanette laughed. "It means I pulled the aristocratic pureblood bullshit out. I really didn't mean it, but she wasn't going to stop. She probably hates me now, I'm sure she's yelling at Bill never to talk to me again. Come on, I want to blow something up. You should try it, it's loads of fun and helps blow off steam, Gin. Right now I have plenty of anger that I need to dispel."

Fleur gave her cousin a hug. "Love, Molly can yell and scream all she wants. Bill and I are your family, she can never forbid us from speaking to you. I would love to see her try and I will go full veela on her."

Jeanette laughed feeling a bit better. "I would love to see you go harpy on Molly, Fleur. That would be a sight to see."

Ginny laughed. "Oh Fleur, you know mum, she's all bark and no bite."

As the girls were moving towards the door there was a bang coming from it. Draco went to open it up thinking it was Blaise who was coming to spend time with his friends when Ron pushed passed him and right up to Jeanette.

"Ronald, what are you doing here?" Jeanette asked confused, she thought he already left.

"Where do you get off yelling at my mum, Hermione?" Ron began to yell, his face was as red as his hair. "Huh? What the hell is wrong with you? You think you're better than me? How dare you disrespect my family!"

"Petrificus totalus!" Jeanette calmly whispered, her eyes narrowed as she non verbally moved Ron's stiff body to the sofa next to Theo. Theo, jumped up and stood next to Draco. Draco had never seen Jeanie hex her own friends, this was getting to be an interesting day.

Jeanette stood over Ron's body and brought her face in close. "I will tell you this once, Ronald Billius Weasley, and one time only so you better get it through your thick skull. I will not allow you or your mother to railroad or guilt me into a marriage. We have been friends for eight years and I value your friendship, but I do not love you that way. I may have fancied you early on in our friendship and we may have shared a kiss during the war, but it did not mean the same to me as it clearly did to you. You think I owe you my hand in marriage because we were friends? How dare you think that I would consent to marry you over a kiss, if that were the case Viktor would have beaten you by years. Also, how dare you ignore me for weeks only to go to my brother and father to arrange a courtship. Did you think I would just comply without any opinion. I may have a different name but you clearly do not remember that I am still the same person under that name."

Jeanette took a breath and resumed her tirade, "Once again, my name is Jeanette, not Hermione. Don't think that calling me Hermione will bring out some sense of nostalgia and I will just fall into your arms like some vapid lovesick puppy. You may be a war hero, but so am I. I'm not some brain dead sycophant that may be fawning all over you during your training. We will never be more than friends so you best remember that. As for your mother, did you think I would just stand there and say nothing? Let her walk all over me and arrange my life the way she tries to arrange yours? This is my life, I'm the one who is supposed to get married and I already have my father trying to tell me what to do, and I will not allow your mother to do the same. If you want your mother to arrange your life that is fine, but when it concerns me, don't expect me to sit idly by and let it happen. Now I will release you and you will control your temper and either apologize, or you will leave my rooms in a huff, but don't EVER come here and think it's okay to try and dominate me, it will not work."

With a step back and a flick of her wand, she already knew what was coming. Ron stood up and stomped out the portrait passing a slightly laughing Draco and Theo. Jeanette sighed out some of her anger, flicked her wand again and both boys snapped to attention as the body bind hit them both. Ginny sniggered as the girls walked out and Fleur, being a teacher of the school, chastised Jeanette and released them as she walked by, also taking five points off Gryffindor for each boy.

The girls walked out of the castle to their spot near the lake. As Fleur transfigured her pile of rocks. Jeanette apologized to Ginny again for her behavior towards the red head's family. She really did love the Weasleys, but she was resigned that no one but Bill and Ginny would probably talk to her again after she insulted the matriarch. She knew Ron, he would never forgive her now, not after binding him, yelling at him, insulting him and doing all in front of Draco and Theo. Their friendship was over. After all was said and done, she couldn't get herself to care too much. She did voice that she was afraid she would lose Harry too though. She began to cry a little at this thought, Harry always took Ron's side and after what she did, she wouldn't be surprised if Ron went straight to Harry and told him what a bitch the new "Hermione" was.

Ginny, feeling sorry for Jeanette after everything she had been through the last few weeks, told her not to worry, she would owl Harry and fire call him later to make sure he knew the truth. Harry knew that Jeanette was a great friend, even after her indiscretion. Harry would come around. After the talk, blowing up a few clay pigeons, and couple more pep talks from Julien and Bill, Jeanette began to feel better about the day.