I Get Ready...

Chapter Five Part Two /i

"Now really, why did you two want me meet you here?" Harry asked for the seventh millionth time. They were in the blue candle closet again. Gabby shook her head, and Ginny sighed.

"We... we want to-"Ginny began but Mrs. Weasley opened the door with a handful of coats.

"What in the name of Merlin...if you three were going to make this your clubhouse you should of asked first, and put these coats somewhere other than in the corner." Ginny gave Gabby a hard look before Mrs. Weasley continued. "Harry, Hermione, and Ron are looking for you, dear." Harry nodded and the three of them left the closet, as Mrs. Weasley hefted the large pile of coats into the closet muttering about the French.

"Never mind. We'll catch up later." Ginny said before dashing up the stairs, Gabby right behind her. Harry shook his head and went back out to the lawn where Ron, and Hermione were standing by the refreshments.

"There you are Harry!" Hermione said smiling. Ron looked like he had been shot in the head. "Ron's not talking he thinks that my idea of telling everybody about us now is, and I quote, 'We-Todd-Ed' he said that when his mouth was full of food... I think..."

"Don't you get it? We-todd-ed? Re-tard-ed?" Gabby said coming up next to Harry. "I disagree. You should tell everyone that you two are married. Just tell them in French, I'll tell you what to say." She offered.

"You know, too? Who else knows!" Ron busted out saying, shaking his head. "Merlin..."

"Just me, Ginny, Harry, and you two...oh and ze night maid." Gabby said getting a cup of the alcoholic punch; until Fleur came over and took it right from her hands then run off. "Sisters..."

"Hmm... tell them in French...I like the idea! How do we say it?" Hermione answered eagerly.

"No! We'll...we'll ruin Bill's wedding!" Ron said hopefully.

"We'll tell everyone once those two are gone. Their leaving now in fact. For their honeymoon. Go ahead Gabrielle." Hermione said turning to Gabby. She winced at the sound of her name.

"Okay, just say this, 'Ron, et moi sont marié... et je suis un sexe différent que j'étais il y a de quatre ans...'"Gabby advised, Hermione gave thumbs up, and when everybody was about to leave she went on to the stage and began.

"Excusez-moi!" Gabby suddenly began laughing, and Harry noticed.

"Hermione, no!" He yelled, but she didn't hear. "Gabby what did you tell her to say?"

"Oh nothing, just, 'Ron, and I are married...'"Gabby said laughing. Then whispered the second part into Ron's ear, and he whispered it to Harry.

"Merlin. That's just mean." Ron commented taking a sip of punch. "Really mean..."

"Hermione, don't say it!" Harry mouthed swinging his arms wildly. "Don't!"

"Ron, et moi sont marié... Et je suis un sexe différent que j'étais il y a de quatre ans." Hermione said it, and anyone who knew French gasped.

"What did she say!" Mrs. Weasley asked Fleur's mother Della, "Tell me."

"She said... that she's married to a boy named Ron..."Della answered, and whispered the second part to the red haired woman, wide eyed that someone would dare say something like that in public.

"What!" Molly yelled dropping her glass, and fainting. Hermione keep standing on the stage not knowing what she had just said what so ever. She hopped down and walked back over to the gang, realizing she must of said something bad, she never did get to ask though. The Weasley twins showed up.

"Wow, Hermione! I never knew!" George said looking both bemused, and on the brink of laughing like an escaped murderer.

"Neither did I!" Fred said looking Hermione over, "Who taught you French?"

"I told her what to say. She doesn't know." Gabby said proud of what she had done by telling Hermione to humiliate herself.

"Really?" George breathed before pulling out a business card. "Floo over when you grow up." He said handing the card to Gabby, and winking before the twins walked away in laughter.

"Oh you little son of a-" Hermione started, hearing from Ron what she had said, which was '...and I'm a different sex than I was four years ago...' "Your dead meat shortie!" Gabby ran from sight, Hermione chasing her down.

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"I can't believe such an innocent looking girl could do something so mean..." Hermione commented drinking tea at the table in Harry, and Ron's room. She was all packed to go with Harry, and Ron was still packing. Mrs. Weasley huffed into the room.

"Well!" She demanded, "Ron! You and Hermione are married! And she had sex change!"

"Yes were married, Mrs. Weasley, but I did not have a sex change. Gabrielle tricked me." Hermione said bitterly. "I hate the French..."

"Oh really! Why!" Molly asked turning to Ron. "WHY!"

"Her parents weren't going to let her come back to Hogwarts, or to the Wizarding world, and the only way to solve the problem was for her to marry someone, and I just happened to be around at the time." Ron answered throwing a shirt into his trunk.

"Oh? Harry back me up! You must agree that this is horrible right?" Mrs. Weasley looked hopefully to Harry who just sighed and said what her said,

"As long as they don't start fighting over wallpaper, I'm happy for them."

"Merlin! Gab's a genius!" Ginny said fluttering in, "I never ever could of thought of that myself! I'm just sorry I missed it..." Molly Weasley sighed pointed an angry finger and huffed out of the room. "Good now that she's gone... Hey Luna! Neville come in here." Just as Ginny had called for Luna Lovegood, and Neville Longbottom walked into the room, looking confused.

"Hey Harry! Ronald, Hermione..."Luna said her eyes wide, she had obviously heard about the French Fiasco. "I heard about the sex change Hermione. I'm so happy for you!"

"I heard about it too! I couldn't believe my ears! But now that I see, well it makes it much more believable!" Neville added. "Congrats..."

"Yeah anyway...Harry, Luna, Neville, and I want to come to help, too." Ginny stated smiling. Luna cocked her head to the side, and Neville looked confused.

"We want to help? Help with what!" Neville said franticly. Luna just smiled and tried to look like she knew what they were talking about.

"What! No way Gin!" Ron said folding his arms. "Not going to happen..."

"I wasn't asking I you, Ronald /I ." Ginny said fiercely to Ron. "I was asking, Harry." She turned to Harry.

"Oh...err...why?" Harry asked looking uncomfortable.

"You could need back up! I mean you are going against Voldemort." Ginny answered smiling.

"We...back up...What!" Neville said backing up into a table lamp. "Oh boy."

"Ooooh really? I was going to try to stop the Rotfang conspiracy this summer but this sounds better!" Luna said happily.

"Err...No way." Harry said slowly. Hermione glared at the two boys, and put her own thoughts in.

"It's dangerous, Harry. We really do need help from others, and we know these three aren't too shabby."

"Listen to her, Harry, or the Lioness will return." Ginny advised, a fiery glint in her eyes.

"Well...okay, just listen to what I say. If I say 'jump' you jump, if I say 'run away!' run away. Got it?" Harry replied thinking about what he had just said; he decided the lioness's eyes had warped his mind.

"Got it!" Ginny said dashing from the room, Luna, and Neville behind them.

"Oh boy, I should have just stayed home... never going to listen to a letter singed, I The Lioness /I ever again..."Neville said giving a small wave on his way out.

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"You can't be serious!" Lonelle told her long time friend, in French of course. "There is no way you of all people would want to run off following people you barley know!"

"And why is zat?" Gabby asked spinning around, not even bothering with French. "You don't think zat I, Gabrielle Delacour, sister to Triwizard Champion Fleur Delacour, trickster of Beauxbatons, could be running off after some British school children? Oh you are silly Lonelle."

"But, Gabri, you can't really be thinking to do zis? I mean really! Sneaking along on some adventure!" Lonelle said watching her friend throw a pair of blue go-go boots on her feet, grab her duffle bag and make for the door.

"I'll be seeing you 'round Lon, but for now I am going. Whether you like it of not!" Gabby said slamming the door behind her, and slipping on her invisibility cloak; so glad she bought it a few years back.

"Gabrielle! Don't do zis!" She heard her friend yell through the door. "Ze dark wizard is after ze boy you follow! Bolvare would zink you are crazy!" Dark Wizard is what the French called Voldemort, or in French, 'Magicien Foncé'.

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A/N: Wow! I wrote one whole chapter today! And finished chapt. Four of KoN, and started another for my story, QFTHT. WHOA!