Chapter Eighteen

So Scandalous

Kyla walked up to Jet the next day to tell her how it worked out.

"Thanks, Jet, the plan worked!" Kyla said excitedly.

"I told you it would...You really like that Fred, don't you?..." Jet giggled.

"Ya...I'm glad we got him to show his feelings," Kyla blushed as Fred walked up to them.

"Hey, Jet...hi, Kyla..." Fred was acting like no one saw him act like before. He was totallly taken by her. He snapped out of it and remembered his purpose for coming up to them.

"Oh ya, Jet...Ron's waiting for you by the fountain," He told her.

"Oh, okay...thanks, Fred...see you later, Kyla!" She waved to Fred and gave Kyla a hug beofre she ran off into the gardens.

"Hey, Ron!" She said, out of breath as she approached him.

"Hey, Jet," Ron looked up at her and smiled.

"What did you want?" She said, sitting down next to him.

"Just to see you," He put his arm around her.

"That's all?" She asked, snuggling up to him.

"No..."

"Then what else?" She looked up at him.

"DAMN YOU, GEORGE!" The realy Ron came running into the gardens, "Bloody hell, GEORGE!" Ron panted.

George transfigured back into himself.

" 'Ello," He looked down at Jet, smiling.

"Ew! I almost kissed you!" Jet pulled his arm off her shoulder, lost her balance, and fell into the fountain.

"Ah!"

"Jet!" Ron ran up to her and helped her out of the fountain. She was soaked from head to toe.

"George..." She hissed, eyes glowing red.

"I'm sorry, Jet, for my brothers' behavior..." Ron took her by the arm and led her out of the gardens, winking to his brother over his shoulder.

When the got back to Wolvensoir, the lights were dim and the fire was burning. He picked up a blanket that was left on the couch and wrapped it around her. They sat down on the couch in front of the fire. She rang out her hair and snuggled up to Ron for warmth.

"Thanks, Ron, that's much better..."

"I can't believe my brothers...they are nothing like me..." He played it up.

"And good thing..." Jet giggled. He looked over at her and smiled.

"You know...There's no one here...and they're not gonna be back for a while..." Ron hinted, leaning over an kissing her.

"...and..." She kiussed him bak, "You want to take advantage of that..." She whispered, kissing him again.

"Well..." He started to run his fingers through her hair, "...It couldn't hurt..."

"How are you thinking?..." She asked, reaching her hands around to his lower back.

His voice came out high-pitched and nervous at first, "ALL..." But he then he cleared his throat, "All the way..." He started reaching his hands up her shirt, but then paused, "Is that okay?..."

"Does this answer your question?" She slid his hands the rest of the way up her shirt. As he went to undo her bra, he kissed her, to keep his mind off what he was doing.

"WEASEL!" Draco screamed in disgust, "GET A ROOM...and besides, that's OUR COUCH!"

"DRACO!" Mya screamed from behing him, "You could have just left them be and wakled quietly upstairs, but NoooOOOooo!" She dragged him up the stairs.

Both Jet and Ron turned a bright crimson. Jet resnapped her bra and pulled her shirt back down.

"I shouldn't have led you on like that anyway...I'm not ready..."

"You aren't!" Ron seemed happy and relieved at the same time, "I mean...neither...am I..."

"Then why..."

"I was trying to impress you..." Ron looked down and blushed.

"Impress me? You impress me by being yourself...who told you that would impress me?...don't answer that," She put her hand on his mouth, "Draco?"

He nodded his head vigorously.

"Hm...figures...he told me that it would turn you on if I was all "go get 'em" if you tried to pull a move on me..."

Ron tried to talk from behind her hand, but she began to talk again anyway, "But besides...why should you listen to Draco?...lisen to your heart...you are the one I'm dating..." She took her hand off his mouth. Before he could agree with her, she kissed him, "I love you..."

"I lo-," Before he could say it back, she was kissing him again.

"Did you guys do it?" Mya asked, catching up to Jet. They were heading to gym with Professor Delacour.

"No," Jet said, dreamily.

"NO!" Mya screeched, nearly dropping all her books, "But isn't that a bad thing?"

"No...He loves me so much that he can wait, and besides, he's not even ready himself...your Draco instilled in his head that it would impress me..."

"But wouldn't it?" Mya asked, confused.

Jet laughed. Someone came from behind Jet and put his hands on her eyes.

"Ronnie..." She took hold of the hands and spun around. She dropped his hands, "You're not..." It was a blond boy with deep blue eyes and looked eerily akin to Jet.

"No, I am not..." He cupped her face in his hands, "Oh, Brigitte..." The boy kissed her both cheeks and embraced her.

"Do I know you?" Mya asked, acting as if she had been interrupted.

"Oh...You 'aff not changed, 'aff you, Marie?..." His French accent finally rang a bell.

"Topher?" Mya couldn't believe it.

"Je prefere Cristophe, s'il vous plait, Mademoiselle," He bowed down and kissed her hand.

"It is you! I- I- thought...you...died..." Jet nearly cried.

"I remember telling...'ow do you say...ma soeur?..."

"S- sis-sister," A few tears streamed out of her glassy eyes.

He caught them with his fingers, "Oui, ma soeur...I remember telling you zat I would never leave you. And..."

She finished his sentence, "You're known to keep your word..." She hugged him and cried into his shoulder. They hugged for a moment and then he practically pried her off himself.

"Look 'ere, zair will be none of zis! And besides, zair are more important sings to deal wis!"

"And what's that?" Jet laughed.

"YOU LOST YOUR...Accente Francaise!"

Mya giggled, "Come on, we're going to be late."

"Oui, me too,"

"What are you going to be late for?" Jet asked as they began to walk to their class.

"I am zee gym teacher,"

"Wait, I thought that Fleur was the gym teacher," Mya raised an eyebrow.

"Fleur...are you joking?" Cristophe laughed out loud.

"No...She was supposed to be..."

"Well, she does not work 'ere any more...she 'as found a job wis zat...Kroom guy..."

"Viktor Krum?" Mya asked, laughing as well.

"Oh, boy, Hermione's gonna have a cow...didn't she used to date Viktor?" Jet laughed, too.

"Who the hell knows," Mya couldn't contain her laughter as they went onto the Quidditch field, where the gym classes would be held.

"Before I start class...who is zis Ronnie?" He asked his sister.

"Her boyfriend..." Mya said, "He's right over there," Mya pointed at the red head.

"Oui, I will 'aff a word wis 'im after class," He went to start class after mussing up Jet's hair. Jet would normally be pissed that her hair was retarded, but she was too happy to see her brother than to care. He was dead to her, but now he was back from the dead. It hit her like a brick, but the pain that would normally follow was replaced with utter bliss.

"Bonjour, mes eleves...my students...I am your teacher for zis term. To you I am Profeseur Delacour. Welcome to 'ell," He joked. Neville swallowed hard on what seemed to be his heart in his throat.

"Loosen up a bit, Neville...it's on'y gym," Seamus laughed, jabbing Neville playfully in the shoulder.

"R-r-right," Neville stuttered, rubbing his now bruised shoulder.

He had them run around the field the whole class. At the end he got up from his seat that he conjured out of nothing in the middle of the field and gestured kindly to everyone.

"You may go, except Mademoiselle Delacour et Monsieur Weasley," Jet and Ron went up to him. Ron wiped his face on his shirt.

"You are a very athletic boy, I grant you zat..." Cristophe said smiling.

"Well, thank you...I hear you're Jet's brother...nice to meet you, sir," Ron wiped his hand on his shorts and then held his hand out for a handshake.

He shook his hand, "Good grip, as well...fine grip,"

"Thank you," Ron took his hand back nervously, "W-why did you ask for us to stay?"

"He wanted to meet you...you are my boyfriend...it's only natural for my older brother to want to analyze you...no worries, though, Red, none at all," She kissed them both on their cheeks.

"Don't murder him, Cristophe...I like this one," Jet joked.

"Oui, ma soeur," Cristophe laughed.

Ron laughed uneasily, "B-b-bye..."

After that, Ron and Jet's brother became very chummy. Jet was ecstatic.

"Well, 'ello everyone," Jet traipsed around the common room in her rather skimpier pajamas and finally threw herself on to Ron's lap.

"Um, Jet?" Ron wanted to make sure she knew what she was dressed in and how many other people were around.

"We're all friends here, Ron, they're only pajamas!"

"Well, all right then," Ron had no problems with this.

"Well, while you have tea and crumpets in your...suggestive night-wear..." Draco started.

"Suggestive?" Jet asked, with a mouthful of crumpets.

"Yes, suggestive," Draco mocked her muffled by food sound.

"Since when are you prude?" Mya asked, putting down her tea.

"I am not prude,"

"Well that is sure suggestive by your not so perverted behavior...suggestive..." Mya shook her head.

"Wanna take this outside?" Draco got all up in her face, joking of course.

"That's my line, Draco...Oh, now it's on!" Mya smirked.

"Uh-oh," Ron said.

"Uh-oh," Noni said.

"Woah..." Jet said, as Draco kissed Mya.

"I like how their fights always end in make-out sessions," Blaise laughed.

"Eh," Hermione grunted, looking away from the 'atrocity,' as she thought of it.

Blaise's smile quickly faded and he resumed to picking at his crumpet.

There was a silence that broke Mya and Draco's mood to kiss. Assuming they were being watched, they sat back and stared around the room.
"You realize we're all late for our classes..." Harry said finally.

"We are!" Hermione obviously had not realized what time it was, "My watch must've broken...OH NO!"

"Chill...we're in the committee. We can take off and say we were doing committee duties..." Mya said, wiping the corners of her mouth.

"Well, that's...skipping..." Hermione whispered it as if it were a top-secret mission.

"Not technically...skipping implies that you don't have an excuse...we're just using our priveleges for...social purposes instead of business purposes..." Draco said, trying to allure Hermione to the idea.

"Em...could we get in trouble?...you know...could we get...caught?..." Hermione asked nervously.

"Oh, come on now...your not supposed to think like that! Think, invinsible...nothing stands in my way! But of course...don't let it get to your head, either..." Fiona said, twirling her hair around her finger.

"Wow...we've all turned to rebels...have you noticed?" Jet said, laughing.

"Ya, and it's damn sexy on you..." Ron said, laughing as well.

"But of course it is, Ronald...of course it is," She kissed him.

Later, they all went to dinner. Cristophe walked up to them.

"Playing 'ookie?" He asked casually.

"Sh..." Jet giggled.

"This should be the last time, Brigitte..." He told her firmly, walking back up to the staff table.

Jet shruggged it off. Kyla strutted up to them with Fred at her side. George had already been sitting with them.

"Where have you been!" She slammed her palms on the table and looked over at everyone.

"Committee..." Draco said sipping his drink.

"Bullshit..."

"All right, Ky, don't get all veela on us now," Jet said, shrinking away a bit.

"Oh, you know I'm not...I'm just a little angry that you didn't include me in the scandalous fun..." Kyla said, disappointed.

"Well sorry if we spoiled your day, Princess," Fiona joked.

"You're lookin' for a black eye..." Kyla laughed, shaking her fist in her face, "So what were you villains up to?" Fred asked, sitting down next to Ron.

"Nothin' that interests you..." Ron said, hotly.

"Well, excuse me, little brother..."

"You know, Fred, if you weren't my brother, and if our mother wasn't our mother, I'd punch you square in the-..."

Jet stuffed a biscuit in his mouth before he could say it, "No, no, bad Ronnie..." Jet shook her finger in his face. Everyone laughed. Ron laughed so hard he almost choked on the biscuit.

"And..." George got closer, "What is this codswallop I hear about you lot having powers?"

"GEORGE!" Draco got up fast and grabbed him by the shirt.

"Temper..." Mya said, as her eyes started to turn yellow.

"Don't worry, I can heal him," Jet said, a little too loud.

"I think maybe you should be quieter...Mya's on to something..." Fiona said.

"Where did you hear about that?..." Draco said to George through gritted teeth, his hand still clenched hard on his collar, the vein in his temple pulsating. His face was turning purple. Harry was reminded abruptly of his uncle.

"Aw, gee thanks, Draco..." Harry thought to himself.

"What's this rubbish?" Hermione interrupted.

"That's what I'd like to know!" Kyla stood up.

"Before this get's ugly..." Jet held up her hands and the Great Hall stopped, all except for that Wolvensoir table. Like time had been stopped, but they were an exception.

"Since when do you have time powers?" Ron asked her.

"She was fiddling with a watch one day in her room and she realized that she could stop it and restart it, and when you walked in on her she thought she'd try it on you, so you stopped and started...kind of..." Fiona told the story.

"I could have answered, thanks..." Jet said grumpily.

"Well, I do know everything...it gets boring at times..."

"Oh, I'm sure it does..." Ron said, rubbing his head.

"All right!" Mya's eyes went back to normal.

"I knew it..." Fiona said.

"WE KNOW!" Jet and Ron, since they were normally the odd people out when it came to knowing what's going on, were getting a little frustrated.

"Mya...what's wrong..." Kyla asked.

"It's time to recruit...we're under attack...well not now...but we're gonna be..."

"Under ATTACK!" Everyone panicked except Mya and Fiona.

"Yes...but it's best we stay calm..." Fiona said firmly. Since everyone knew her powers, they trusted her.

"Recruit? Who's attacking us?" Harry asked right away, "It's not Vol-..." Everyone flinched and he stopped himself, "you-know-who?..."

"No...it's the damn Easter Bunny...he's gonna kill all of human-kind with Easter Eggs of doom and give all the children baskets full of bunny shit!" Mya said sarcastically.

"The Easter Bunny went...bad?..." Ron looked heartbroken.

"Ronnie...she's only kidding...in Maria, that means that you-know-who is after us..." Jet reassured him.

"Oh, okay...WHAT!"

"Okay, since you; Fred, George, Kyla, Hermione; now know about this, I would ask that you recieve powers like ours to help...we musn't fool around, Blaise's door and back 'out,' if you know what I mean..."

Everyone who understood nodded.

"Whatever you just said...we aquiesce your request!" Fred said, acting brave.

Kyla raised an eyebrow, intrigued.

"Okay, Jet, I think it's time you let time go back..." Fiona laughed at her joke.

Jet nodded and held up her hands. The Great Hall went back to its boisterous motion. Dumbledore peered down upon the Wolvensoir table and nodded as if he knew what had gone on and what was to happen.

"So, tomorrow, at dawn, we'll say we're in for Committe duties...that we're adding you to the Committee...that's it..." Fiona planned aloud, "And we'll meet at the entrance to Wolvensoir and how will we get to Hogsmeade?..." Fiona didn't really ask anyone, she was just searching her own head, but Fred and George wasted no time.

"Oh, we know plenty of shortcuts, Fiona, just ask, and we'll deliver," George said.

"Good, good...tomorrow everyone...wear protective clothing and your wand on hand...we only somewhat know what we're up against...I'm not sure how strong he has gotten...we can only find out..." Mya said, resuming to meditation. Her eyes again went completely yellow, but now she was humming, as if it helped her concentrate more.