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"Pourquoi êtes-vous ainsi soumis à une contrainte?" Why are you so stressed? Gabriel Lasoné asked a pacing Ron. Ron looked over at her and pointed to the bag on her bed.

"Finition emballant votre sac." Finish packing your bag. She rolled her eyes and went to her closet.

"Vous dites cela comme si je suis un enfant." You say that as if I'm a child. Ron ignored her and continued to pace. Gabriel zipped up her small bag and sat on her bed and surveyed him carefully as he muttered to himself.

"Que s'est produit?" What happened? She asked. He looked at her confused.

"Ce qui?" What? She rolled her eyes.

"Je veux dire, ce qui me suis avéré justement que fait te nerveux retourner en Angleterre?" I mean, what happened that made you nervous to return to England? He sighed.

"Je ne suis pas nerveux… juste soumis à une contrainte." I'm not nervous… just stressed.

"Pourquoi?" Why? He sat down beside her on the bed and looked ahead, his eyes glazed over. Gabriel waited.

"Avez-vous jamais été dans l'amour?" Have you ever been in love? She smiled and looked a head.

"Si je te disais oui la volonté me dites-vous pourquoi vous êtes soumis à une contrainte?" If I told you yes will you tell me why you're stressed?

"Si vous répondez à la question je vous laisserai venir avec moi en Angleterre." If you answer the question I'll let you come with me to England. She smirked.

"Oui." Yes.

"Qui?" Who? She looked at him.

"Mon ex-patron, Jack Conte." My ex-boss. She said warily. She then turned the tables. "Et toi?" What about you? He looked at her.

"La femme que j'ai aimée a oublié que qui j'étais… son nom était Hermione…" The woman I loved forgot who I was... her name was Hermione...

Harry walked in to the office and waited. Why is she never here? He asked himself repeatedly, when he came to her office.

"Harry!" Ginny yelled from across the room. He waved and pointed to her office. She nodded and held up a finger and pointed to the older man next to her. He smiled and re-entered the office. He sat down in front of the desk.

"Yeah, ok I'll talk to you later." He heard her say. He heard the door open and close. Ginny came into sight and sat at her desk.

"Hello, Ginny." She smirked.

"Hello, Harry. You're early." He shrugged.

"You know how I love to be on time." She smiled, mischievously. She unbuttoned the robes she had on, revealing a black tank top and jeans. Harry smiled. She got up and walked over to him and straddled him on his chair.

"We haven't had much time together since the proposal, have we?" He smiled and pulled her closer, leaning into her ear.

"No we haven't." She felt him leave trails down her jaw line and sighed. She was about to unbutton his robes when rapping came to the door. She groaned and got up off of Harry.

"Just my luck." She opened the door, revealing Mad Eye Moody. "Moody?" He pushed past her to Harry, who having realized who it was got up from his chair. Moody rolled his good eye.

"I'm happy that you two are getting married but could you please not snog in the offices. Kingsly told me he found you two in Potter's office the other day." Both went red. Moody indicated Harry. "We've just received word from the French Ministry of Magic that an accused murderer has just entered England. We need people on that." Harry groaned.

"Can't the French get their people on it?" Moody glanced at Ginny.

"They want our Ministry to help out." Ginny raised an eyebrow.

"The French want our help?" Moody looked outside the door.

"I suggest we talk about this elsewhere."

Moody found himself in a conference room with at least twenty Aurors.

"I understand that many of you have cases, but with the Ministry Gala coming up, the French aren't about to take precautions." One woman raised her hand. "Yes, Henderson."

"I know that the murderer is a threat with the Gala, but can't the French Minister send more security," she smiled slightly. "Isn't it their fault that they haven't caught the guy after three months of knowing where he was?" Many others laughed.

"This man hasn't been accused, just suspected. And anyway, the French are sending over two of their own."

"Who?" Kingsly asked. Moody shrugged.

"They wouldn't disclose in case the press got wind of the names."

"So their sending over two Frenchies, and they won't even disclose names?" A man asked.

"All we know is that one of them is French, the other is… actually English." The crowd perked up.

"Really?" Moody nodded.

"Ron," Gabriel whined, "Vous allez trop rapide." You're going too fast. Ron rolled his eyes and slowed down.

"Je veux obtenir une salle. Les salles vont rapidement à ce moment d'année." I want to get a room. The rooms go fast at this time of year. Gabriel caught up with Ron as he slowed down and entered the Leaky Cauldron. They walked over to Tom, at the counter. On their way over, men looked up, whistling as Gabriel passed. Gabriel rolled her eyes and walked closer to Ron. Ron rang the bell and Tom appeared.

"Well, well. Ronald Weasley. It's been a while since I've seen you. Five years actually." Ron smiled.

"It's nice to see you, too, Tom. I'd like to get a room." Tom glanced over to the beautiful redhead standing next to him, with raised eyebrows.

"Honeymoon?" Ron's eyes grew in realization. Gabriel just looked confused. His eyebrows furrowed.

"It's just business." Tom pretended to go along.

"Right." He handed over the keys which Ron snatched with a huff and steered Gabriel to the stairs, where they heard more wolf whistles. They entered the room and stood there for a moment.

"Vous pouvez prendre le lit." You can take the bed. Ron placed his bags on the couch and walked over to the window. Nothing's changed much… Gabriel left for a minute and then entered the living room again.

"Que faisons-nous maintenant?" What do we do now? Ron looked at his watch and then at the redhead.

"Nous devons aller au ministère." We need to go to the Ministry. She nodded her head and went to the door then turned around.

"N'êtes-vous pas venant?" Aren't you coming? He turned away from the window and looked at her.

"Ouais, je viens." Yeah, I'm coming.

A/N: Don't worry people. They are not going to be speeking French the whole time. I just like the fact that Ron isn't the stupid comidian that they portray him as.