Chapter 1.
Freaky Sunday?
Sunday afternoon saw the 'golden trio' inside studying for their potions essay.
Professor Snape, being the evil bat that he is, had assigned them a 5 foot long practice essay, in anticipation for the event.
"I hate Snape," came Ron's moan, "Why cant he just leave us alone?"
"It is his life time ambition to make us suffer, derr," answered Harry.
"Well, I wish he would stop," sighed Ron, " I only get so much time to do Quidditch, what with Lavender-
Hermione gave an angry huff.
"-and all," he continued, ignoring Hermione, "I only get, what is it? Oh yeah, 3 sodding hours a week!!"
As if on cue, Lavender Brown pranced into the room.
"Won-Won," she sighed happily.
"Whoops, better go mate, girlfriends calling," Ron winked at Harry, before whispering, "get the answers from Hermione would ya?"
Hermione, however, heard this, and decided it was all too much, "You and Harry will not be getting any answers from me!!!" She yelled, and sat back down.
Three hours later, Harry was still asking, and this made Hermione go into a deep, deep fit of rage.
(Poor Harry, He Should have known when to stop!)
Angry was not nearly bad enough to describe the rage that Hermione was in.
Several hours of Harry's consistant questions had taken their toll on her.
"HARRY JAMES POTTER, DO YOUR OWN WORK!!!" Hermione Yelled.
"But, 'Mione, you get the answer so easily, why cant you just tell me?" Harry whined.
"EASY? YOU THINK THIS IS EASY?" Hermione raged, "I HAD TO DO SOOOO MUCH STUDY TO GET HERE, AND YOU TELL ME IT'S EASY?!?!?"
"Well, yeah," Harry said, "You get everything so easily, its kinda unfair."
"UNFAIR??? UNFAIR???? I WISH YOU KNEW WHAT IT WAS LIKE, I WISH YOU HAD A WEEK IN MY BODY, THEN YOU'D KNOW!!" Hermione Stormed off to her room, leaving a bewildered Harry.
The next day, Harry woke up, rubbing his eyes.
'Why is it so bright in here?' he mused, 'I usually keep the curtains closed, huh, I guess it was Ron.'
He sat up, noticing his surroundings were very different, changed majorly from what he usually saw as he woke up.
"Ron?" he yelled, his voice sounded, well, really strange, sort of like Hermione's.
"Uggh, Hermione, It's too early to be shouting," a pillow landed in his face, coming from Pavarati, from what he could see.
"Hang on, Hermione?" He said out loud, gaping.
"Yeah," came a sleepy voice, "that's your name, now go back to sleep."
He leapt out of bed, something was wrong, majorly wrong.
From the sound of things he was now one Hermione Granger.
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