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"Hey Bill." Bill looked up from his coffee and smiled as his little sister and Harry entered the Burrow kitchen.
"Hello. What are you two up to?" Harry got himself a butterbeer, looking completely disgruntled.
"Wasting a perfectly good snogging here." Ginny smacked him in the back of the head, while Bill burst out laughing.
"Mum asked us over for dinner." Ginny explained as she glared at Harry. Bill looked between the two.
"Is something wrong?" Ginny sighed and left. Bill turned to Harry, raising an eyebrow. Harry sighed.
"She wants Ron to come for the wedding." Bill closed his eyes.
"I see…" Harry took a swig and then sat down by Bill. He ran his hands through his unruly hair.
"You know Ron won't come… He hasn't come to any of the weddings." Bill nodded.
"Well you know how close she and Ron were. She was heartbroken when he left. He hasn't been back in a long time…Hell! We don't even know where he is." Harry kept his eyes on the bottle.
"Ron was in Poland the last time I checked." Bill looked up, smiling.
"The last time you checked was seven months ago."
"Ron doesn't answer."
"He said he's busy." Harry chuckled.
"Ron's always busy nowadays. He's always been distracted since… well I understand why Ginny's angry." Suddenly Angelina appeared in the kitchen. Bill and Harry looked up at her.
"What's wrong?" She smiled.
"What's wrong? What's right!" Harry stood up.
"What?"
"Guess who I saw at the Ministry." Bill shrugged and leaned on the counter.
"Who?" She grinned.
"Ron!"
"Moody!" Harry called. Mad-Eye turned around.
"What?" he growled.
"You saw Ron didn't you." Moody nodded.
"Was just about to owl you. Tell where he was." Harry smiled.
"Can you tell me? The Weasley's want to know where he is." Moody took out a piece of paper.
"He's at the Leaky Cauldron." Moody handed the paper to Harry and then turned to a man who happened to be standing near by.
"Quand commençons-nous?" When do we start? Gabriel asked Ron as they arrived back at the room. Ron looked at the file in his hand.
"Nous commencerons demain. En ce moment nous devrions juste détendre et obtenir nos roulements. Je vous prendrai dans l'allié de Diagon si vous aimez." We'll start tomorrow. Right now we should just relax and get our bearings. I'll take you into Diagon Ally if you like. She nodded and got up from the couch she was sitting on.
"J'irai prise une douche et alors nous pouvons aller." I'll go take a shower and then we can go. She left the room and closed the bedroom door. Ron opened the file and began sifting through it. It was the file of all the homicide cases in France that had occurred over the pass few months. He was looking a photo of one of the victims when he heard a knock at the door. He got up and walked to the door.
"Who is it?"
"Room Service." Ron sighed. We just got here. He opened the door to tell the woman to come back later when it burst open.
"Hello brother of ours!" Fred and George grabbed their startled brother and hugged him. Ginny, Harry, Bill, Percy, Charlie, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley entered the room. Ron just stared.
"What?" Ginny hugged him.
"Oh Ron! I can't believe you're here!" Ron looked around as the family made themselves comfortable in the makeshift living room.
"Oh Ronnie! I can't believe you're here, too!" She then smacked him in the head. "Why didn't you tell us you were here!" Ron stammered.
"I… well…" He then froze. "This isn't exactly the best time." Mr. Weasley chuckled.
"Nonsense. Now! Tell us about your travels and why you're here." Just then Gabriel took that moment to come out. Unfortunately, she had left her suitcase in the living room, so she came out only with a towel on. Coming down the hall, she hadn't noticed anyone yet.
"Ron. Je serai prêt bientôt..." I'll be ready soon… She stopped and her eyes grew. The room was silent. Fred and George smiled.
"Well… it seems like someone's been busy." Ron went red. He grabbed Gabriel by the arm, grabbed her suitcase and dragged her back into her room. Gabriel was horrified. Ron was embarrassed. He shoved her in the room and closed the door behind him. He walked back to the quiet living room. Harry raised an eyebrow.
"Can I ask who that red head was?" The others looked at him expectantly. Ron swallowed.
"She's my partner. Nothing is going on. She's older than I am!" Bill snorted.
"Doesn't look like that." Ron glared at him. Mrs. Weasley was the one who broke the tension.
"I suggest we all wait down stairs until Ron's friend can get ready." The others nodded and left the room.
"There he is!" Ron sighed. He and Gabriel walked towards the group. Gabriel was introduced to everyone and after much explanation; Ron finally convinced everyone that she wasn't his girlfriend. All the boys were taken by her immediately. Ron rolled his eyes. It was later quite obvious which one of them was taken by her the most.
"Charlie seems interested in her." Harry observed as they walked through Diagon Ally. Gabriel and Charlie were up ahead walking rather close together. Ron scowled.
"He better not hurt her." Ginny looked at him from his left.
"I thought you said you two weren't involved." Ron looked down.
"We're not." He looked at the two. "What?" He sighed. "Look. Gabriel and I have been working together for quite some time. I'm just a little protective of her. It wouldn't be the first time…" Ginny closed her eyes and sighed.
"Ron." She warned.
"Don't Ron me, Ginny. I'm not fourteen…" He looked at Harry.
"You need to relax." Harry said. Ron rolled his eyes.
"I've got a dangerous French man running around England killing women and you're telling me to relax." Ginny touched his arm.
"Are you going to stay for the wedding?" Ron stopped and looked at her hopeful face.
"Ginny… I… is Hermione going to- " Ginny moaned.
"Dammit Ron! Can't you do this for me? Can you please do this for me? You've been gone for seven months and I missed you! I need you… I need you to be there…" Ron looked away.
"I have a job to do Ginny…"
A/N: Sorry it's taken me so long to update. I've been away. I hope you like this. Maybe Hermione will be in the next Chappi. Maybe.
