Disclaimer: I don't own Ronmione no matter how hard I wish for them when my birthday rolls 'round. Or any other day, for that matter...
He woke up to an unfamiliar tingly feeling in his body. Lifting his head from the rock hard pillow, he felt the soft tickly sensation of something (hair?) against his back (since when was his hair so long?). Slowly elevating his torso to an upright position, he looked down at his body and resisted the urge to scream as loudly and for as long as he could. He was a girl, no, a woman. And not just any old woman. No, he was his room mate's ex's best friend's sister (it's a long story. Don't even ask how they know each other). The one woman he despised more than life itself. He didn't think his situation could get any better than this.
But somehow the world never ceases to amaze, for here he was, with even more of a dilemma.
"What the hell?"
If he was Hermione Granger, that meant that Granger was...
"WEASLEY! OF ALL THE DECEITFUL..."
Oh god.
"What do you expect me to do Granger? Produce a sparkly wand from my dress and wave it around like a loon until it magically returns us to our bodies?"
"No, but I... ugh... Don't just sit there you lazy worthless spineless fool, do something!"
"What?"
"I don't know... anything!"
"Well believe it or not Granger, I'm not a magician."
He turned away from her roughly, his new long chesnut hair creating a shield around his face, so she wouldn't see the unadulterated frustration and annoyance that he thought his face would show.
"Look, I'm sorry Weasley, ok? This is all... just... it's new to me alright? I don't cope well with new."
Her voice had taken on more of a soft quality now, and it displayed a surprising amount of vulnerability. He was astonished by the honesty she showed him, and a strange feeling of respect came over him.
"It's fine Granger. Just... try not to freak out, ok? It's not gonna help anyone's situation here."