Mixed Up
By Kit Kat Kidd 2004
Chapter 1: The Grand Hall
Summary: Ron and Draco are paired up (much to their dislike) for a potions assignment together where they have to make a potion to read the other's mind, but something goes horribly wrong and they end up switching bodies; with Draco in Ron's body and Ron in Draco's body. Now they realize that they aren't so different and have one main thing in common: Hermione.
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*~*~* Harry's P. O. V. *~*~*
I've been listening to this all morning! I'm sick of hearing "Hermione"- this and "Hermione"-that. I mean, she's my best girl friend and Ron is by best guy friend, but I'm so sick of him talking about her nonstop. Ever since the Yule Ball in our fourth year when she went with Viktor Krum, she's been the only thing, besides Quidditch and Wizard's chess, Ron's talked out. I even hear him mumbling her name over and over in his sleep, like he's dying because she's not sleeping next to him. More than once the mumbling has irritated me, Seamus, Dean, and Neville so bad, we all had to Wingardium Leviosa our pillows towards him to shut him up. I feel sorry for the bloke. See, it came to my attention a few years ago that Ron really fancies our Hermione. I'd even go as far to say he might just even love her. It's been this way since second year, although he will never admit it.
Now the poor boy is watching Hermione chat happily with some Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs in our year, two in seventh year, and a half dozen in fifth year and below. Now, even I have to admit Hermione went from not-so-ugly duckling to more-than-beautiful swan in a matter of a month and some odd weeks, but still. Most of the Gryffindor boys know that Ron fancies Hermione, and therefore have never made a move. They respect Ron too much. He's only been one of the people who saved the school numerous times. And why would I hit on my best friend, especially since my other best friend loves her? Still - - No, Harry! My mind screamed. You love and respect Ron too much to take away his chance at happiness. True, I loved Hermione, but only as a best friend. I felt the same about Ron.
"Can you believe how many suitors that filthy mudblood has?" Oh no. I knew that voice. I fastened my hand onto Ron's robes, mentally screaming at him. He was going to do something, something that could maybe get him expelled. I just knew it. Easy, Ron. I know he gets under your skin, but he's not worth it. Don't fight him. "I mean, it's bad enough she hangs out with Potter and the Weasel," Ron flinched at our nicknames, "but really. Just because she turned semi pretty over night, all these guys want to do is get her into b - -" He didn't have time to finish that sentence. Ron pulled from my grip and he flew to her defense.
"Shut your filthy mouth, Malfoy, or I'll make you shut it!" I turned around to see Malfoy's lips turn upward into a sneer. This was not going to be pretty. "At least she's got real friends and Malfoy, open your eyes! She's beautiful." I noticed Hermione go pink. "And Hermione is not the type of girl that would go to bed for anyone!" Hermione turned beat red. A few other guys at our table glanced at each other. Oh, yeah. Everyone knew. Even Ginny and Pavariti giggled together. They knew too. Sheesh, Hermione. Open your eyes!
"Well, well, Weasel. Yet again coming to the aid of his fair Hermione Granger." Malfoy looked beyond Ron and me, towards Hermione. He smirked. "Beautiful isn't the right word." He muttered and then turned his gaze towards me. It was like I could almost read his mind. What did he mean by beautiful wasn't the right word? I felt my body tighten up. He gave me that same hard stare that Snape always gave me. I grit my teeth. "Nothing to say, Potter?" I turned away, determined not to let him one up me. I noticed Hermione inching closer to me, and blushed when she touched my hand. She probably thought that I was going to attack Malfoy. I felt her skin gently brush mine. God, why did her hands have to be so bloody soft?
"Draco." She muttered, shooting ice daggers with her eyes. I saw Ron shiver and found myself frightened. Malfoy looked like he had just been poisoned. His eyes widened briefly and he glanced away. I almost thought I saw a slight blush on his otherwise pale skin.
"Hermione." He nodded, turned on his heal and walked off, his two lackeys Crabbe and Goyle following suit behind him. God, I would hate being a prefect. You get hardly any freedom and you have to be super nice to everyone, even your enemies. And I knew, both Hermione and Draco wanted the Head Boy/Girl position next year. They couldn't get into any trouble.
"Ron." Oh, God. I knew that tone. Hermione was thoroughly pissed. Ron must have known it too because he sat back down, muttered a quick apology and resumed lodging bits of a pumpkin muffin into his mouth. By now the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff boys had returned to their tables. I soon found my eyes wandering to where Hermione was planted next to me. I followed my eyes up her side and saw her chest heaving, like she was about to scream. She drilled her fingers impatiently on the table, pushing away her eggs, bacon and toast with the other hand. She lifted that hand so that the elbow rested on the table and laid her cheek in her palm. I saw her close one eye, as if studying Ron as he began to pick at crumbs. She sighed. "You need to set an example for the younger years, Ronald." Shit. That was harsh. No one ever called Ron "Ronald" without being absolutely pissed.
She sighed again and opened a book titled Ghosts and Others From The Beyond and buried her nose in it, like she always did. Oh, how I wanted so badly to snatch that book and smack both Ron and Malfoy upside their heads, but I'm already on thin ice as it is. No need to get sent back to the Dursleys.
*~*~* Ron's P. O. V. *~*~*
"Ron." Ooh, that tone of voice. No matter what kind of front I put up, she always knew how to get me back into my chair. I muttered a quick sorry and began to scarf down my food. God, Malfoy makes me sick. Just because he has pure blood and lots of money, he thinks he's better than everyone. I watched him storm off with his two sidekicks. Damn him. Bloody hell, at least my mum and father love me. We may not have a lot of money, but we're still surviving. And Hermione! She's the prettiest, smartest, most loyal creature to ever walk the unholy soil! If Draco Malfoy ever insulted my Hermione again, he was going to get the thrashing of his life. Wait. What did I just say? My Hermione? Where in the bloody hell did that come from? I shrugged it off, and reached for my muffin but only found crumbs. Damn! When was Harry going to tell me I was eating air? I scowled at him, but found he was no longer looking at his food, but at Hermione. Damn. Was he checking her out? No, Harry wasn't looking at her like that. "You need to set an example for the younger years, Ronald." She muttered and I felt my ears grow very hot. She did not just call me Ronald. I never even let my own mum call me that. She must have known I would snap at her, because she put her cute little nose in another book. Wait? Cute? Bloody hell!
I saw Harry looking at the book like he wanted to rip it from her arms. I sighed. That's when I read the title. I glanced at Harry again and noticed his eyes were on the verge of tears. Shit. 'Hermione, put the book away and look at our friend!' I wanted to scream it so bad. Poor Harry. Just last year, not even a full half-a-year ago, he lost his Godfather, Sirius Black. We all felt the blow from that unfortunate battle, but none of us more so than poor Harry. I felt my arm go up around his shoulder. He looked at me and I smiled sadly. He smiled back and almost lost a tear. I felt all the other boys around us staring and I felt my face grow red. Harry's did too, so I quickly removed my arm and patted the shoulder close to me. "Hey, Harry. How about later we play a game of Wizard Chess?" Harry flashed me a happy smile, but his eyes held sadness still. "Harry? Are you okay?"
*~*~* Harry's P. O. V. *~*~*
When Ron put his arm around me, it was like he was reading my mind. It took a couple of seconds, but I realized exactly what I was reading on Hermione's book. Memories flashed in my brain and I felt my heart drop into my stomach. Sirius was dead, and I couldn't bring him back. I really missed my Godfather. The next thing I knew is my best friend has his arm around me and challenging me to a chess match. I quickly agreed. Anything to get this stupid memory off of my chest. "Harry? Are you okay?" He asked. No, it was more like he begged. I hated him for it. He knew I didn't like to talk about my feelings, especially about Sirius.
"Fine." I muttered, but it didn't seem to satisfy him.
"Harry. If this about - - you know, you can always talk to me." I nodded and put my head down on the table. Damn. He knew. Ron was no Hermione but he was damn near brilliant. Damn him for knowing what I was thinking. "Harry." God, his voice pained me. I felt my heart grow heavier. Why couldn't he just leave me alone to cry? "Harry." His voice grew steadily louder and he put a hand on my shoulder. Why was he giving me this pity? I didn't need pity. I wanted to yell at him. "Harry!" His voice grew so loud he was screaming in my ear. I heard Hermione chuckle and Seamus and Dean start laughing loudly. What the hell was so funny? "Harry!" He screamed so loud, I heard half the Great Hall stop talking.
"What!?" I screamed, whipping my head up to look at him. A large ear-to- ear grin was plastered on his face. Hermione looked like she wanted to laugh so hard. Dean, Seamus and Neville were rolling with laughter and I even saw Ginny stifling her chortle. Then I felt it. A slight gooiness trickled down my face from my hair. Shit. It couldn't be. I touched it. It was warm, slightly see-through, brown, sticky, and sweet. Oh no. I looked back at my friends and felt my face grow more than hot. It was burning. I looked around. The Slytherins had broken down in fits of laughter, some rolling on the floor, holding their stomachs like their guts would burst out if they didn't. The Ravenclaws were laughing loudly and one pointed at me, laughing harder than ever. I noticed it was Cho Chang. God, I wanted to hit her. The Hufflepuffs were kicking under their chairs they were laughing so hard. Even Dumbledore was laughing. Snape had a small grin playing on his otherwise twisted lips. Smiling did not look good on him. I glared at Ron, who was now crying from laughter. "DAMN IT, RON!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. I was mad. "WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME I HAD PUT MY HAIR IN SYRUP?" Ooh, I was mad.
*~*~* Ron's P. O. V. *~*~*
Okay, he looked pissed, but it was so bloody funny. "I - - tried to - - warn y-you - - mate." I could barely manage the words. I was laughing too hard. Harry fumed. I swear he turned three shades of red. He stood up, narrowed his eyes at me and stormed off and out of the Great Hall, most likely to either head to our Common Room to wash up in our bathroom, or towards Moaning Myrtle's bathroom. Either way, he was not going to get that syrup out of his hair soon.
*~*~* Hermione's P. O. V. *~*~*
I could not stop laughing. It felt so good. By now, I had disregarded my book and was clinging to Ron for support. I felt his arms wrap around me and he buried his face into my shoulder. Both our bodies shook from laughing so hard. I turned to make the leaning in more comfortable and just barely noticed how close his breath was to my neck, but I didn't care. God, it felt so good to be this close to Ron. I wanted this moment to last forever, but it didn't. Soon the teachers had stopped laughing, the Hufflepuff table had settled down to a slight giggle between themselves, the Ravenclaw table had almost stopped completely, the Slytherin table was still snickering, and almost all of the Gryffindors had stopped, with the exception of me, Ron, Seamus, Neville, Ginny, and Colin Creevy. I felt Ron's body slow down from laughing and he leaned into me, resting his cheek on my shoulder, his breath so close to my neck, it was almost unbearable. I even thought I felt a slight sensation of skin to skin with his lips, but no such luck. God, why did this have to feel so good?
*~*~* Draco's P. O. V. *~*~*
I knew I forgot something in the Grand Hall, almost immediately when I reached my portrait. By the time I had gotten back to the Grand Hall, I saw Potter's back as he was storming away, mumbling to himself. He looked like he was going back to his dorm. I chuckled. Something must have happened. When I opened the door, I saw everyone laughing, and coming down. It looked as though Potter was the butt of someone's joke. Damn. "This shall not be mentioned again." Dumbledore said over the slight chuckle of everyone at Hogwarts. "Anyone who mentions this will receive a month's worth of detention with Hagrid, our gamekeeper. He needs someone to help him with his new baby Harpies." I groaned. No one in their right mind would want to help that bloody oaf with a deadly bird-like creature. Damn. I would have to sit this one joke out. That's when I looked over at the Gryffindor table. Shit! That damn Weasley had his hands all over my girl! Wait. When did she become my girl? What is up with me lately? I've been thinking more of Hermione - - err, Granger - - err, I mean - - the Mudblood. Damn. I hated calling her that, but if I stopped, people would think I had fallen for her. A pure blood and a Muggle would not suit well in my father's eyes. Damn. I just had to go on acting like I hated her, when in truth, I had actually fallen in love with her. Damn.
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Okay, I like it so far. Do you? Yeah, say it with me. It was funny as hell! Please, review and no flames. I don't like flames. They make me cry.
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Harry stood before me, totally naked with a pillow covering his lower region, arm extended towards Ron like he was going to kill him or something. He smiled weakly and we locked eyes, neither daring to move. I saw out of the corner of my eye, Ron seething, like he thought I had walked in on Harry's nakedness on purpose. Just then I heard Seamus, or Dean, I couldn't tell which whisper loudly. "Accio pillow." Just then the pillow flew out of Harry's hands.
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By Kit Kat Kidd 2004
Chapter 1: The Grand Hall
Summary: Ron and Draco are paired up (much to their dislike) for a potions assignment together where they have to make a potion to read the other's mind, but something goes horribly wrong and they end up switching bodies; with Draco in Ron's body and Ron in Draco's body. Now they realize that they aren't so different and have one main thing in common: Hermione.
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*~*~* Harry's P. O. V. *~*~*
I've been listening to this all morning! I'm sick of hearing "Hermione"- this and "Hermione"-that. I mean, she's my best girl friend and Ron is by best guy friend, but I'm so sick of him talking about her nonstop. Ever since the Yule Ball in our fourth year when she went with Viktor Krum, she's been the only thing, besides Quidditch and Wizard's chess, Ron's talked out. I even hear him mumbling her name over and over in his sleep, like he's dying because she's not sleeping next to him. More than once the mumbling has irritated me, Seamus, Dean, and Neville so bad, we all had to Wingardium Leviosa our pillows towards him to shut him up. I feel sorry for the bloke. See, it came to my attention a few years ago that Ron really fancies our Hermione. I'd even go as far to say he might just even love her. It's been this way since second year, although he will never admit it.
Now the poor boy is watching Hermione chat happily with some Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs in our year, two in seventh year, and a half dozen in fifth year and below. Now, even I have to admit Hermione went from not-so-ugly duckling to more-than-beautiful swan in a matter of a month and some odd weeks, but still. Most of the Gryffindor boys know that Ron fancies Hermione, and therefore have never made a move. They respect Ron too much. He's only been one of the people who saved the school numerous times. And why would I hit on my best friend, especially since my other best friend loves her? Still - - No, Harry! My mind screamed. You love and respect Ron too much to take away his chance at happiness. True, I loved Hermione, but only as a best friend. I felt the same about Ron.
"Can you believe how many suitors that filthy mudblood has?" Oh no. I knew that voice. I fastened my hand onto Ron's robes, mentally screaming at him. He was going to do something, something that could maybe get him expelled. I just knew it. Easy, Ron. I know he gets under your skin, but he's not worth it. Don't fight him. "I mean, it's bad enough she hangs out with Potter and the Weasel," Ron flinched at our nicknames, "but really. Just because she turned semi pretty over night, all these guys want to do is get her into b - -" He didn't have time to finish that sentence. Ron pulled from my grip and he flew to her defense.
"Shut your filthy mouth, Malfoy, or I'll make you shut it!" I turned around to see Malfoy's lips turn upward into a sneer. This was not going to be pretty. "At least she's got real friends and Malfoy, open your eyes! She's beautiful." I noticed Hermione go pink. "And Hermione is not the type of girl that would go to bed for anyone!" Hermione turned beat red. A few other guys at our table glanced at each other. Oh, yeah. Everyone knew. Even Ginny and Pavariti giggled together. They knew too. Sheesh, Hermione. Open your eyes!
"Well, well, Weasel. Yet again coming to the aid of his fair Hermione Granger." Malfoy looked beyond Ron and me, towards Hermione. He smirked. "Beautiful isn't the right word." He muttered and then turned his gaze towards me. It was like I could almost read his mind. What did he mean by beautiful wasn't the right word? I felt my body tighten up. He gave me that same hard stare that Snape always gave me. I grit my teeth. "Nothing to say, Potter?" I turned away, determined not to let him one up me. I noticed Hermione inching closer to me, and blushed when she touched my hand. She probably thought that I was going to attack Malfoy. I felt her skin gently brush mine. God, why did her hands have to be so bloody soft?
"Draco." She muttered, shooting ice daggers with her eyes. I saw Ron shiver and found myself frightened. Malfoy looked like he had just been poisoned. His eyes widened briefly and he glanced away. I almost thought I saw a slight blush on his otherwise pale skin.
"Hermione." He nodded, turned on his heal and walked off, his two lackeys Crabbe and Goyle following suit behind him. God, I would hate being a prefect. You get hardly any freedom and you have to be super nice to everyone, even your enemies. And I knew, both Hermione and Draco wanted the Head Boy/Girl position next year. They couldn't get into any trouble.
"Ron." Oh, God. I knew that tone. Hermione was thoroughly pissed. Ron must have known it too because he sat back down, muttered a quick apology and resumed lodging bits of a pumpkin muffin into his mouth. By now the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff boys had returned to their tables. I soon found my eyes wandering to where Hermione was planted next to me. I followed my eyes up her side and saw her chest heaving, like she was about to scream. She drilled her fingers impatiently on the table, pushing away her eggs, bacon and toast with the other hand. She lifted that hand so that the elbow rested on the table and laid her cheek in her palm. I saw her close one eye, as if studying Ron as he began to pick at crumbs. She sighed. "You need to set an example for the younger years, Ronald." Shit. That was harsh. No one ever called Ron "Ronald" without being absolutely pissed.
She sighed again and opened a book titled Ghosts and Others From The Beyond and buried her nose in it, like she always did. Oh, how I wanted so badly to snatch that book and smack both Ron and Malfoy upside their heads, but I'm already on thin ice as it is. No need to get sent back to the Dursleys.
*~*~* Ron's P. O. V. *~*~*
"Ron." Ooh, that tone of voice. No matter what kind of front I put up, she always knew how to get me back into my chair. I muttered a quick sorry and began to scarf down my food. God, Malfoy makes me sick. Just because he has pure blood and lots of money, he thinks he's better than everyone. I watched him storm off with his two sidekicks. Damn him. Bloody hell, at least my mum and father love me. We may not have a lot of money, but we're still surviving. And Hermione! She's the prettiest, smartest, most loyal creature to ever walk the unholy soil! If Draco Malfoy ever insulted my Hermione again, he was going to get the thrashing of his life. Wait. What did I just say? My Hermione? Where in the bloody hell did that come from? I shrugged it off, and reached for my muffin but only found crumbs. Damn! When was Harry going to tell me I was eating air? I scowled at him, but found he was no longer looking at his food, but at Hermione. Damn. Was he checking her out? No, Harry wasn't looking at her like that. "You need to set an example for the younger years, Ronald." She muttered and I felt my ears grow very hot. She did not just call me Ronald. I never even let my own mum call me that. She must have known I would snap at her, because she put her cute little nose in another book. Wait? Cute? Bloody hell!
I saw Harry looking at the book like he wanted to rip it from her arms. I sighed. That's when I read the title. I glanced at Harry again and noticed his eyes were on the verge of tears. Shit. 'Hermione, put the book away and look at our friend!' I wanted to scream it so bad. Poor Harry. Just last year, not even a full half-a-year ago, he lost his Godfather, Sirius Black. We all felt the blow from that unfortunate battle, but none of us more so than poor Harry. I felt my arm go up around his shoulder. He looked at me and I smiled sadly. He smiled back and almost lost a tear. I felt all the other boys around us staring and I felt my face grow red. Harry's did too, so I quickly removed my arm and patted the shoulder close to me. "Hey, Harry. How about later we play a game of Wizard Chess?" Harry flashed me a happy smile, but his eyes held sadness still. "Harry? Are you okay?"
*~*~* Harry's P. O. V. *~*~*
When Ron put his arm around me, it was like he was reading my mind. It took a couple of seconds, but I realized exactly what I was reading on Hermione's book. Memories flashed in my brain and I felt my heart drop into my stomach. Sirius was dead, and I couldn't bring him back. I really missed my Godfather. The next thing I knew is my best friend has his arm around me and challenging me to a chess match. I quickly agreed. Anything to get this stupid memory off of my chest. "Harry? Are you okay?" He asked. No, it was more like he begged. I hated him for it. He knew I didn't like to talk about my feelings, especially about Sirius.
"Fine." I muttered, but it didn't seem to satisfy him.
"Harry. If this about - - you know, you can always talk to me." I nodded and put my head down on the table. Damn. He knew. Ron was no Hermione but he was damn near brilliant. Damn him for knowing what I was thinking. "Harry." God, his voice pained me. I felt my heart grow heavier. Why couldn't he just leave me alone to cry? "Harry." His voice grew steadily louder and he put a hand on my shoulder. Why was he giving me this pity? I didn't need pity. I wanted to yell at him. "Harry!" His voice grew so loud he was screaming in my ear. I heard Hermione chuckle and Seamus and Dean start laughing loudly. What the hell was so funny? "Harry!" He screamed so loud, I heard half the Great Hall stop talking.
"What!?" I screamed, whipping my head up to look at him. A large ear-to- ear grin was plastered on his face. Hermione looked like she wanted to laugh so hard. Dean, Seamus and Neville were rolling with laughter and I even saw Ginny stifling her chortle. Then I felt it. A slight gooiness trickled down my face from my hair. Shit. It couldn't be. I touched it. It was warm, slightly see-through, brown, sticky, and sweet. Oh no. I looked back at my friends and felt my face grow more than hot. It was burning. I looked around. The Slytherins had broken down in fits of laughter, some rolling on the floor, holding their stomachs like their guts would burst out if they didn't. The Ravenclaws were laughing loudly and one pointed at me, laughing harder than ever. I noticed it was Cho Chang. God, I wanted to hit her. The Hufflepuffs were kicking under their chairs they were laughing so hard. Even Dumbledore was laughing. Snape had a small grin playing on his otherwise twisted lips. Smiling did not look good on him. I glared at Ron, who was now crying from laughter. "DAMN IT, RON!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. I was mad. "WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME I HAD PUT MY HAIR IN SYRUP?" Ooh, I was mad.
*~*~* Ron's P. O. V. *~*~*
Okay, he looked pissed, but it was so bloody funny. "I - - tried to - - warn y-you - - mate." I could barely manage the words. I was laughing too hard. Harry fumed. I swear he turned three shades of red. He stood up, narrowed his eyes at me and stormed off and out of the Great Hall, most likely to either head to our Common Room to wash up in our bathroom, or towards Moaning Myrtle's bathroom. Either way, he was not going to get that syrup out of his hair soon.
*~*~* Hermione's P. O. V. *~*~*
I could not stop laughing. It felt so good. By now, I had disregarded my book and was clinging to Ron for support. I felt his arms wrap around me and he buried his face into my shoulder. Both our bodies shook from laughing so hard. I turned to make the leaning in more comfortable and just barely noticed how close his breath was to my neck, but I didn't care. God, it felt so good to be this close to Ron. I wanted this moment to last forever, but it didn't. Soon the teachers had stopped laughing, the Hufflepuff table had settled down to a slight giggle between themselves, the Ravenclaw table had almost stopped completely, the Slytherin table was still snickering, and almost all of the Gryffindors had stopped, with the exception of me, Ron, Seamus, Neville, Ginny, and Colin Creevy. I felt Ron's body slow down from laughing and he leaned into me, resting his cheek on my shoulder, his breath so close to my neck, it was almost unbearable. I even thought I felt a slight sensation of skin to skin with his lips, but no such luck. God, why did this have to feel so good?
*~*~* Draco's P. O. V. *~*~*
I knew I forgot something in the Grand Hall, almost immediately when I reached my portrait. By the time I had gotten back to the Grand Hall, I saw Potter's back as he was storming away, mumbling to himself. He looked like he was going back to his dorm. I chuckled. Something must have happened. When I opened the door, I saw everyone laughing, and coming down. It looked as though Potter was the butt of someone's joke. Damn. "This shall not be mentioned again." Dumbledore said over the slight chuckle of everyone at Hogwarts. "Anyone who mentions this will receive a month's worth of detention with Hagrid, our gamekeeper. He needs someone to help him with his new baby Harpies." I groaned. No one in their right mind would want to help that bloody oaf with a deadly bird-like creature. Damn. I would have to sit this one joke out. That's when I looked over at the Gryffindor table. Shit! That damn Weasley had his hands all over my girl! Wait. When did she become my girl? What is up with me lately? I've been thinking more of Hermione - - err, Granger - - err, I mean - - the Mudblood. Damn. I hated calling her that, but if I stopped, people would think I had fallen for her. A pure blood and a Muggle would not suit well in my father's eyes. Damn. I just had to go on acting like I hated her, when in truth, I had actually fallen in love with her. Damn.
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Okay, I like it so far. Do you? Yeah, say it with me. It was funny as hell! Please, review and no flames. I don't like flames. They make me cry.
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Harry stood before me, totally naked with a pillow covering his lower region, arm extended towards Ron like he was going to kill him or something. He smiled weakly and we locked eyes, neither daring to move. I saw out of the corner of my eye, Ron seething, like he thought I had walked in on Harry's nakedness on purpose. Just then I heard Seamus, or Dean, I couldn't tell which whisper loudly. "Accio pillow." Just then the pillow flew out of Harry's hands.
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