"Ron… Ron… RON!" Ron looked up to see Harry standing in front of him. Ron sighed.
"What?"
"Why are you doing this?" Ron got up from his seat and walked over to the window and watched his brother try to communicate with Gabriel. Harry and him had been up in the room for a while discussing the case until Harry decided to change the subject.
"I'm not here for a vacation Harry."
"I know but this is your little sister's wedding we're talking about. This is the moment she's been waiting for and planning since she was eight! And you're just going to pretend like you're not here!" Ron turned to face his friend.
"I wasn't here for the others what makes you think I'm going to stay for this?"
"That's right Ron… you're never here! You're family hasn't seen you for seven months and even then it was limited. Do you know what it did to Ginny when you left? She had already lost Hermione and now she's loosing you." Ron was confused.
"She didn't loose Hermione, Harry." Harry shook his head.
"She wanted Hermione to be her sister when the time came… she lost that chance." Ron began to pace.
"Harry. I don't want to see Hermione. I don't want to meet Tucker and I don't want to have to smile at a face that will never recognize me! For five years I've had to live with the fact that no one wants to tell her about the seven years that she lost! Five years Harry!" Harry ran his head through his hair.
"I know Ron… I know…"
"Harry! Hermione's here!" Ron gave him a look that clearly said, "This is what I've been trying to avoid." The two men walked down stairs to find Hermione. She turned to see Ron and Harry standing there. Her eyes narrowed.
"What are you doing here?" She hasn't changed. Ron thought. He observed her quickly. Her hair was slightly shorter with highlights and her eyes were still that painful grey that Ron couldn't stand. He moved passed her.
"Nice to see you, too, 'Mione." She scowled.
"You didn't answer my question." Ron sighed. Harry sighed. Here we go again.
"I almost forgot what a bossy women you are." She rolled her eyes.
"I almost forgot what an insufferable git you are." She sneered, crossing her arms. Just then Gabriel came in and walked over to Ron and tried to lead him outside, giggling. She glanced at Hermione, and Hermione stared back. "Who is this?" Ron ignored her. Pulling himself free of Gabriel he turned to Harry.
"I'm going to need you to look at the files I have." Harry sighed.
"Sure." Hermione had been watching Gabriel for a while.
"Is she a veela?" Ron finally turned to her.
"No. She's only one forth." Charlie entered the room and headed over to Gabriel.
"Ron. I need you to tell me what she's saying. I can't understand her." Ron rolled his eyes. Gabriel smiled and started to speak.
"Votre frère est très mignon quand il essaye de communiquer." Your brother is very cute when he tries to communicate. Ron gagged.
"She wants to know what you want." Hermione raised an eyebrow.
"Tell her I want to know if she's busy tomorrow." Ron glared at Charlie.
"Il veut vous porter au déjeuner." He wants to take you to lunch. Gabriel smiled.
"Lui dire que j'aimerais à." Tell him I'd love to.
"She says ok," Ron turned to Charlie. "If you hurt her I'll chop of everything that makes you a man." Ron left the room, followed by Hermione.
"What do you want?" He asked.
"You're rather protective."
"I don't want her to get hurt."
"Why? Do you love her?"
"She's my partner. We've worked together for several cases." Hermione eyed him.
"You don't act that way with Ginny." Ron turned to her.
"Let's just say I lost someone before to another man." She smiled.
"Who?" He gave out a cry of frustration.
"Do you have to know?"
"Why are you so secretive?" He rounded on her.
"Because I don't want to get hurt again!" He disapparated.
Ron stared at the pictures and Auror reports before him. What is this guy after? Why is he here? He heard a crack at the door and Gabriel entered the room.
"J'ai rencontré votre soeur. Pourquoi ne m'avez-vous pas dit qu'elle était française? Elle m'a dit au sujet de sa famille. Elle m'a dit qu'il y a un gala de ministère continuant." I met your sister-in-law. Why didn't you tell me she was French? She told me about her family. She told me there is a Ministry Gala going on. Ron looked up from the papers.
"Un gala de ministère?" A ministry gala? She nodded and smiled.
"Oui. Elle m'a dit que tous ministres du monde viennent à Londres avec les familles thier et avec beaucoup d'invités. Elle a dit qu'elle continuait pendant trois jours." Yes. She told me that all the ministers of the world are coming to London with thier families and with many guests. She said it was going on for three days. Ron looked down at the papers. Gabriel came and sat down next to him. She pulled over some papers and looked at them sadly.
"Ils tous regardent si jeunes. Jeune et beau." They all look so young. Young and beautiful. Ron looked over at her then down at the pictures. Gabriel continued to stare at the pictures. "Le pensez-vous est-vous ici pour le gala?" Do you think he's here for the gala? Ron looked up at her.
"C'est possible." He then shook his head. "Mais ce serait stupide. Si les ministres vont être là alors que l'endroit va être gaurded soigneusement. Il saurait cela. Il serait impossible pratiquement à entrer, encore moins laissé d'une malédiction de massacre." But that would be stupid. If the ministers are going to be there then that place is going to be gaurded carefully. He would know that. It would be virtually impossible to get in, let alone let of a killing curse. Gabriel nodded.
"Rectifier… puis ce qui il veut ?" True… then what does he want? Ron shrugged, shifting through the pictures until he froze. He stared intently at one of the pictures and then looked up at Gabriel. His gaze shifted from the pictures to the redhead beside him until he reached out and grabbed the pictures from Gabriel. She watched him as he spread the pictures across the coffee table. He then pointed at the pictures.
"Que voyez-vous?" What do you see? Gabriel was confused.
"De que parlez-vous?" What are you talking about? He continued to point.
"Regard!" Look! She was still confused.
"Ron, je ne comprends pas…" Ron, I don't understand… She trailed off. She reached out and touched the photos and amazement entered her features.
"Mon Dieu!"
A/N: Mon Dieu indeed! What has Ron found? What is it? Can you figure it out? If you can, please review. or just review! R/R!
ronandmion4ever: I was wondering where you were! Thanks for reviewing.
Coconut Girl: Interesting name! Thank you.
connieewing: Well it wasn't exactly hello but oh well!