Disclaimer: I just do this every once in a while to prove my innocence of plagerisum. I am innocent!
"Ron? What are you doing here?" Hermione asked, annoyed. She got up from her desk and walked up to him and Harry. Harry backed up slightly, while Ron stood up to full height.
"I need access to hospital files." He said plainly. She cocked an eyebrow.
"Really? Why?" Ron controlled himself from rolling his eyes. He knew Hermione wasn't happy with him and wasn't about to be hexed by one of the top Healers in St. Mungos.
"I need to find files on all the French people living in England." She frowned.
"Why?" Harry sighed.
"Hermione, I have a permit to get the files. You don't have to worry." Hermione eyed the two and then stretched out her hand for the papers. Harry handed them to her. She looked them over and then left, pushing past Ron. Harry turned to Ron.
"What's wrong with you two?" Ron sighed.
"She's been rather aggressive hasn't she?" Harry snorted.
"Rather aggressive? Try extremely hostile! What did you do?"
"I didn't do anything." Harry gave him a look and Ron sighed. "We got into a fight the last time I saw her."
"You saw her seven months ago?" Ron nodded.
"We met in Diagon Ally. Let's just say I wasn't in the best mood." Harry shook his head.
"You always find a way to make a bad situation with Hermione worse don't you?" Ron rolled his eyes and sat down. Harry watched him carefully before asking.
"Why is she really so aggressive towards you?" Ron looked up.
"What do you mean?" Harry frowned at him.
"I mean, why is she so aggressive towards you?" Ron sighed.
"I don't know! I don't know… maybe she just doesn't want to be around me." Harry was quiet for a minute then began to speak quietly.
"You don't think that she might… I don't know remember you…" Ron raised an eyebrow.
"Are you crazy?" Harry shook his head.
"No. I don't mean remember you but remember you." Ron stared at him.
"What the bloody hell are you talking about?" Harry sighed.
"Do you think that even though in her mind she might not remember you but her physical being might remember?" Ron frowned.
"I think I understand."
"Yes. Like her body might remember and her mind doesn't so there's a conflict."
"This might trigger the aggression." Harry nodded. He was about to answer when Hermione walked back in and shoved the files into Ron's chest. He sent Harry a look. Hermione walked behind her desk and stared at Ron.
"What do you want the files for anyway?"
"Me and Gabriel need them." Her eyes narrowed.
"It's Gabriel and I, Ronald." Ron rolled his eyes and headed for the door.
"Good bye." Hermione stopped them.
"How do you know Gabriel anyway?" Ron turned around.
"She's like my older sister, 'Mione." Hermione ignored the 'Mione part.
"You're rather protective of her."
"I just don't want her to get hurt." She raised an eyebrow.
"You didn't exactly translate very well." Ron looked at her.
"You speak French?" She nodded.
"Yes. Though I didn't think you were capable of speaking another language." He glared at her.
"Yes well, you'll find that that's not all I'm capable of if you give me the time."
"Are you threatening me?" He rolled his eyes and turned back to the door.
"You're not susceptible to intimidation."
"Avez-vous obtenu les dossiers?" Did you get the files? Ron nodded and sat down next to her and moved the nail polish out of the way. Gabriel took the files and pulled out the pictures of the women. She took out her wand and flicked it. The pictures zoomed to the large board and magically pasted themselves next to the other pictures. She got up and walked over to the wall, making sure she didn't ruin her nails in the process. Ron stayed sitting, going through the files.
"Puits?" Well? She turned and nodded. Ron got up and stood beside her and stared at the pictures. He stopped however at a particular woman. She was quite beautiful. Her eyes were baby blue and her hair was also red. Ron looked down at the file for her and his eyes widened.
"Qu'est-ce que c'est?" What is it? He looked up at her.
"C'est l'épouse du ministre français." This is the French minister's wife. Gabriel gasped.
"Vraiment?" Really? He nodded. Gabriel frowned. "Ron. Pensez-vous que elle est qui il est ensuite?" Do you think that she's who he's after? Ron sighed.
"Je ne sais pas. Mais si c'est ce qui est il après puis Fleur dans l'ennui également. Nous devrions nous diriger probablement là-bas." I don't know. But if that's what he's after then Fleur's in trouble also. We should probably head over there. Gabriel grabbed his arm.
"Nous ne voulons pas effrayer sa ou sa famille. Nous devrions aller probablement au ministère de la magie ensuite eteindre une alerte pour tous les veelas." We don't want to scare her or her family. We should probably go to the Ministry of Magic after to put an alert out for all veelas. Ron nodded. The two then disapparated.
"Are you sure?"
"Of course I'm sure. They will all be at the Gala in two days. That's when you can have your revenge."
"I've been having my revenge ever since I sent you out."
"Well after this, everyone will know that you mean business and that veelas don't belong." She smiled at him.
"Of course. Now. All we have to do is get rid of Weasley and that little veela he has. Once he's out of the way, no one will stop us."
A/N: Now you know what the pictures were showing him. Well. Lets play another guessing game. Guess who the lady is. Come on. You can do it.
Harry-Ginny Ron-Hermione: Don't worry about Hermione!
ronandmion4ever: I'll remember to do the English translation next time. Sorry!
connieewing: Well you know how Ron and Hermione can get. Don't worry. It gets better.
fanficmania101: Well, Fleur and Gabriel are kind of special to Ron so you are right in a sense! Thanks for reviewing.
Coconut Girl: Well as my other reviewers have found out with my other stories is that I can be really cruel. I like to have tons of cliffies! Leaving the reader in the dark is what makes them want to read the story. If you can't get them then... well... Thanks anyways:-) Oh and I decided to kind of use your idea. Thank you. Or sorry or ... thank you for some inspiration! I was kind of running our of ideas.
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Chapter Tease:
... He found himself straddling her. She glared up at him.
"Get off!" He had her pinned and she needed to get back to the rails.
"You're hallucinating!" She tried to get away but he kept her pinned under him.
"Crookshanks needs me!" He looked at her in horror.
"Crookshanks is dead 'Mione!" He screamed over the roar of the train.
"No! He ran away!" He grabbed her face in his hands and forced her to look up at him.
"Crookshanks died five years ago!" She looked up at him through her grey eyes, disbelief and anger bubbling up.
"No!"