Don't ask. Just read. Seriously, don't ask. It was a random thing that popped into my mind one day. Please comment and I will accept criticism but no hatey hate.

Ginny Weasley slowly opened her eyes and yawned. It was a Sunday which meant that Ginny could stay in bed as long as she wanted. She smiled happily at the thought of getting up at nine to pancakes with lemon and sugar. Sunlight was streaming through the gaps in her curtains. All was right with the world. Except for the strange feeling Ginny had. She felt sort of round and short and brown. Like a potato. God. She felt like a potato. She, Ginevra Molly Weasley of the Holihead Harpies, Harry Potter's wife, felt like a potato. "Harry!" She called. "HARRY!"

"Yes Gin?" Harry called back, slowly walking down the hall to serve her pancakes.

"Am I a potato?"

Harry frowned at her question. "Are you ok, Gin, like are you feeling unwell."

"I feel like a potato."

"Ok..."

"And I'm not going crazy, Harry. Seriously, if you even think about going to St Mungo's, you will have to deal with Grumpy Ginny for a month. And Grumpy Ginny doesn't go well with overcooked pancakes."

Ginny told him, raising her voice slightly. Harry sighed and finally reached the door. When he saw what was lying on the pillow he screamed. He screamed the loudest, most high-pitched scream that had ever reached Ginny's ears. Then he turned and banged his head against the doorway, the pancakes going flying. Ginny would have face palmed, but she couldn't seem to move her fingers. So, using her wand, which was conveniently stuck in her hand, she made the phone float over to her and dialled Hermione's number. She picked up after two rings.

"Hermione?"

"Ginny! How are you!"

"I'm currently feeling like a potato. And yes you heard me correctly."

Hermione was lost for words for a moment, a rare occasion.

"Harry is currently on the floor with pancakes all over his face." Ginny added.

"Can you move?" Hermione asked, worried etched in her voice. Ginny tried to wiggle a little, earning no response from her body.

"Nope."

"Hang on. I'm coming."

Hermione hung up and after about five minutes, appeared in front of Ginny. Ron suddenly appeared beside her with a loud crack, making Ginny's potato-headache worse. As soon as Hermione saw Ginny she gasped, five different emotions gracing her face. First, horror, then amusement, then worry, then confusion, then she started laughing. She was laughing so hard she fell to the floor. She lay on the floor laughing and holding her stomach. Ron stood gaping at her for a few seconds before joining Hermione on the floor. Ginny tried to raise an eyebrow, but found she had none. So she frowned instead. She was getting annoyed that people kept staring at her and she still wasn't sure what was wrong. She had a pretty good guess though...

"You're... a... POTATO!" Ron gasped between laughs and giggles. Well, that confirmed her theory. She was a potato. Great. What a way to relax.

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Once Ron and Hermione calmed down they revived Harry and they all sat in a circle, trying to figure out how this happened. Harry held Ginny in his hands. Well, Harry held a cushion. And atop that cushion sat Ginny the potato. Yay.

"Wow Gin. You must've been a sweet potato to be able to get Harry Potter." Ron said, grinning. Ginny glared at him as he high fived Harry. Then she glared at Harry.

"Well, did anything happen last night? Anything unusual?"

"I don't know! I don't think so."

"Gee Gin. You really have to keep you're eyes PEELED."

This time, Hermione was the one glaring. "Shut up Ronald."

Ron wiped a tear from his eye.

"She's BOILING mad, isn't she?"