A/N: This story takes place in their 4th year. The characters are based solely on the ones in the book as opposed to their personalities in the movie. I felt that after watching the movie I thought of ron, harry and hermione all the time as the characters the actors portrayed in the movie so I reread the book to remember their real personalities. I hope u enjoy the story. please review n tell me if I should continue with the 2nd chapter n so forth…thanx a lot!@!!
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Harry looked at his watch for the 10th time in the past 15 minutes- 11 o'clock. Mr. Weasley should be here any minute, he thought. He sat at the dining table quietly, adjusting his suitcase and Hedwig's cage. Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia and Dudley sat at the other end of the table, dreading the moment when Arthur Weasley would knock on their door. They had reason to be afraid of course, especially Dudley, who had suffered having a tail once before by the means of magic.
Harry grinned as he remembered his joy when he read Ron's hastily written
letter just 2 days before:
Dear Harry,
How are you keeping? I hope the Dursleys haven't been treating you too badly. As for me, I've been okay except for the fact that I've had to put up with Percy's constant nattering on his wonderful new job at the Ministry.
Well, anyway, I just wanted to let you know that my dad and I are coming to get you day after tomorrow whether the Muggles like it or not. We figure you need to get your school books somehow and besides, Mom doesn't like the idea of you being there any longer.
Hermione will be at The Burrow as well. I figured she could stay with Ginny..
So, I'll see you soon.
Ron
Harry had been ecstatic after reading it. He couldn't wait to see Ron and Hermione again. It would be fun.
At that moment, there was a loud banging on the door. "Hello??? Hello!" Mr Weasley shouted, still banging on the door. Uncle Vernon glared at Harry, his eyebrows raised questioningly. Dudley ran upstairs while Aunt Petunia went into the kitchen. As for Harry, he just grinned.
Gathering his things, he walked to the door and pulled it open. Two red headed men stood there- the shorter one, Arthur Weasley and the taller one, Harry wasn't sure who, but he looked very much like Charlie Weasley.
"Why, hello, Harry. I was wondering when someone would answer the door," Mr Weasley said smiling.
"Hi, Harry. Where are the Muggles?" the taller man said, peering in the doorway. Harry was puzzled. Had he met this man before? He certainly didn't recognise his voice. And then he looked up at him. Harry's eyes widened…Could it be…Was it possible that this man was….
"Ron?" Harry squeaked. "Yeah. Surprise, surprise," he said sheepishly, looking at the floor. Harry couldn't believe his eyes. Not only had Ron grown at least 5 inches taller, his formerly boyish voice was now deep. Not forgetting the pimples which had now replaced the freckles on his face.
"well, you boys can catch up with each other in the car, " Mr Weasley said. And for the first time, Harry noticed the white Morris Minor parked jn the driveway. Mr Weasley chuckled seeing Harry's confusion at seeing the car.
"Don't worry, Harry. It's not ours. I've learnt my lesson with the Ford Anglia. I rented this from the nice little car shop down the road. But of course a little magic was in need if we ever want to reach The Burrow. I'm sure Mrs Weasley will have a fit….But anyway, lets get going shall we?' he said briskly as he led the way to the relatively new car.
The whole journey was spent in silence. Mr Weasley seemed deep in thought about something while Harry and Ron didn't seem to be able to say anything to each other. Harry was still in awe of his friends transformation- he felt shocked, upset, and embarrassed that he looked like such a kid beside his friend. Ron sensed the awkwardness of the situation and didn't seem to be able to strike up conversation or maybe even offer comforting words to Harry without insulting his pride.
When they finally reached The Burrow, Harry was given his usual warm welcome from Mrs Weasley ("Oh, Harry, dear, how nice to see you!), was a victim of one of Fred and George's tricks (the exploding hand shake) and of course Ginny's blushing. Ron led him up to his room where another surprise lay in store for Harry. A poster of a stunning model hung at the foot of Ron's bed- something that had never been there before.
They went down just in time to greet Hermione at the door. Poor Harry was given yet another shock. Instead of the impish, bushy haired, buck teeth girl he had expected to see he saw a rather attractive, tall girl with straight sleek hair and regular looking teeth. And the biggest shock was the curves- something she had obviously tried to conceal with baggy robes, but failed. Glancing at Ron, Harry knew he was not alone by being shocked. But unlike Harry, Ron seemed to be pleasantly surprised as opposed to his feelings of dread that his friends were growing up too fast.
"Hermione?" Ron asked, unable to conceal his surprise. In response, Hermione just blushed and attempted to explain as she came into the house.
"Oh, please, Ron. You don't look all the same either. If you must know, my mother finally allowed me to straighten my hair. It got awfully frizzy once I hit….Anyways, that explains the hair. As for my teeth, which I know you were going to ask about too Ron, a little magic was in order…Mom and Dad don't know about it. They'll kill me being dentists and all," she muttered. For a moment or two, a look passed between Ron and Hermione- one Harry wasn't able to understand and left him feeling even more left out.
"So, whats the big transformation for anyways? … Oh wait, what a dumb question! To capture Larry Freeman's attention of course! Silly me!" Ron said sarcastically, slapping his forehead. Hermione glared at him.
"What utter rubbish! I have absolutely no feelings for Larry. He's just a good friend..unlike some people. Besides, I don't have to tell YOU anything about how I look or how I act, do I? But, wait a minute, look there. What's with all the gel, Ron? Perhaps you're trying to capture Sally Parker's heart?" Hermione asked coyly. Harry noticed that Ron had indeed used a lot of gel on his hair to style it. But all of a sudden, he felt himself getting very angry.
"Oh shut up, you two. You've just seen each other and already the fighting's began!" Harry said angrily. Then he turned around and went up the stairs to Ron's room. Hermione and Ron were left in a bewildered state, shocked at their friend's sudden outburst. In all the time they knew Harry, he had never spoken that way.
'Look what you've done! You just had to start, didn't you?" Hermione said angrily. Ron just glared at her and said, "Oh, just drop it, won't you?" And for once, she didn't retort.
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Harry lay down on Ron's bed, wondering what had brought him to shout at his friends like that. But in truth, he knew the answer. He had felt annoyed, angry at his friends for doing this to him. He felt angry at himself. Why, why hadn't he grown? Would he always be a skinny, short kid?
Harry grabbed his towel from his suitcase and made his way to the Weasley's small bathroom. A shower always helped him relax. When he had finished undressing, he couldn't help but stare at his reflection in the long mirror in the bathroom. His body was thin, scrawny. A boy's body. Harry looked even lower. He wondered if Ron had experienced an orgasm yet? The previous year, when he and Ron had been the same size, they used to talk in hushed tones about this. He, Dean, Seamus, Ron- they would talk at night about things every boy wondered about. Puberty, sex, girls. But none of them had exactly experienced any of those things. He wondered if Dean and Seamus had grown too? Had they had wet dreams, dreams of naked girls? Did they masturbate? He didn't know why, but Harry always associated masturbating with guys who had just hit puberty.
Harry sighed and looked away from the mirror. With a heavy heart, he walked to the shower and turned on the shower. He closed his eyes as hot needles of water hit his body, wondering if he and Ron could ever have the same relationship again.
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Ron peered into his bedroom. He breathed a sigh of relief when he didn't find Harry there. With that, he went in and locked the door behind him. He jumped on his bed and thought. His mind filled with so many thoughts, he felt dizzy. He felt pity for Harry, awkwardness at himself, and wonder at Hermione. He hadn't been able to get over his initial shock at seeing her. It was the first time the fact that she was a girl hit him with full force. As soon as he saw her, how attractive she was, he had been filled with a sense of possessiveness. He felt as if Hermione was his and he had to make sure it stayed that way. He had always been defensive of Hermione, even protective of her, even though they constantly argued. He couldn't stand her miss know it all attitude. But he had never imagined the type or even depth of his feelings for her. Perhaps her physical change had made him realise how much he liked her – wanted her? Even though so, his mouth couldn't stop itself. He just had to start an argument cause that was how he was accustomed to dealing with her.
Ron closed his eyes, picturing Hermione in his mind. It disturbed him that he felt his penis go erect at the thought of her, of her body full of curves. In fact, he was disturbed by the very fact he was feeling this way about her. He wouldn't have ever imagined he'd ever feel this way about any girl- especially Hermione. Sudenly there was a knock on the door. Ron hastily got up and made his way to the door with a sigh.