Disclaimer: My first name doesn't start with J, my middle name doesn't start with K, and my last name certainly isn't Rowling. Therefore, I think we can all concur that I don't own Harry Potter, right?

Warnings: Same as last chappie, methinks. There's a little Ron!bashing, but it isn't too harsh, I don't think. Umm…well, Harry is still dangerously hot. And I'd totally do Guy-'Mione in a minute! Ah well, too bad he's hot for Harry. Hmm…that should be on a t-shirt! I'm HOT 4 HARRY!

HG POV

At first, I was terribly disappointed. I mean, if Harry was gay, what chance did I have? That is, until I remembered: I'm magically a guy now! Inwardly squealing with joy, I leaned forward and planted my lips firmly onto his. It was…heaven. His mouth just seemed to fit against mine. For a moment, he was still, I had surprised him, after all, but then he started to reciprocate. Our mouths moved together in tandem, and I thought, it can't get any better that this! Well, I'll admit, I was wrong. It got better. It got waaay better! Harry slid his tongue into my mouth.

I wanted to jump up and down in extreme joy, but that would mean breaking the Kiss, and I would let the world burn around me before I broke it! But then, that terribly annoying thing known as oxygen made the demand for the Kiss to be broken, so I had to comply. We pulled apart with a wonderfully dirty "smack" noise. I couldn't stop smiling what was probably a very silly smile, but a look at Harry's face mirrored the goofy grin, so I was content. Harry cleared his throat and shot me a delightfully crooked little smirk.

"…So, I'm gonna go ahead and guess that you're gay now too, huh?"

"You bet!" I laughed. He smiled brightly, before his brow furrowed slightly in puzzlement.

"So, is this just a spur of the moment thing, or did you have feelings for me before? I'm suspecting it's the latter, right?" he queried. I gave him a pleasantly surprised look.

"Whoever says you're dumb and unobservant has never truly met you. Yes, I've had a, well…crush on you since I first met you. But don't worry! I liked you before I knew you were the…you-know-what. It was like love at first sight," I answered with a bright blush blooming on my cheeks. Harry seemed pleased at my answer.

"So this is love, right? I mean, I don't want to push you into anything too fast or anything, but I'm kinda an all or nothing guy, and, well, as soon as I saw you all guy-ified, I just realized how much I kinda do. Love you, that is. But, if you're uncomfortable with the whole 'love thing', then we can just…date, or whatever. I know most guys our age aren't really into love and long-term commitments, but, 'Mione, I really want this to work."

"Yes, I'd say its love. You're not pushing me into anything, Harry! After all, I'm the one who's been secretly pining after you for the last six years! I see no problem with us dating, but a long-term commitment is what I really want, that is, if you're really sure, Harry. I don't want this to be just because I'm an acceptable looking guy who has no problem putting out for you and happens to look, according to you and your skirt fetish, sexy in a skirt. You have to be sure," I stressed the last part. He nodded vehemently.

"'Mione! There is no way I'm just doing this cuz you're a guy! I mean, sure, you look hot, but, I think I've always loved you. I just could never pursue any kind of real romantic relationship with you cuz I couldn't, well, um…get it up for your body," Harry mumbled as he ducked his head, slightly embarrassed. Then, all I had said fully caught up with him and his head shot back up.

"Wait! Did you just say, 'no problem putting out'?"

"Yup," I answered. A grin spread across his face.

"Alright! How about right now then?" Harry asked, wiggling his eyebrows in a cutely lascivious manner, already starting to tug me closer and pulling up my skirt slightly. I sighed and slapped his hand away.

"As much as I would very much love to, it'll be breakfast time soon and you haven't showered yet. Then we need to break the news to Ron and tell Headmaster Dumbledore. We simply don't have the time, Harry. I'm sorry," I explained, rolling out of the bed. However, I couldn't help being a little naughty and showing him a flash of my pink undies as I straightened up and headed for the door. What can I say; a little anticipation would be good for the boy!

HP POV

Man! 'Mione was sure a tease! That little flash of pink had me furiously jerking off in my shower. When I had finished, I dressed quickly and went to wake Ron. Neville and Dean were both up already. Neville was already showered and ready for the day, talking to his plants, while Dean was headed for the bath. Both Seamus and Ron were still in bed, Seamus simply lazing, and Ron still snoring to beat the band.

While walking towards his bed, I wondered the best way to summarize all the goings on of the morning in a way least likely to send him into a jealous fit of irrational anger. Finally, getting to his bed and pushing back the curtains, I decided the direct approach was best and nothing was ever gained be beating around the bush.

"Hey, Ron! Wake up, you sorry blighter! I've got news!" I yelled at him. He awoke from his drooling slumber with a start, and tumbled of the edge of the bed he had been perched so precariously on.

"Bloody bloomin' 'ell, Harry! What the heck was that for?" Ron asked/shouted, his face already turning red. I shrugged innocently.

"I've got news," I repeated. He shot me an annoyed look when I stopped there.

"Well, yes, what is it?" he grumbled.

"Er, well, Hermione's a boy now and the two of us are in love and are trying a long-term relationship with hopefully a lot of hot gay sex. Wanna go help us tell Dumbledore?" I rattled off as if telling him of Crookshank's latest shenanigans. At his bright red face and splutters of unspeakable indignation and shock, I gave a bright grin.

"Oh, so that's a no then? Ah well, suit yourself! 'Mione and I are off. See ya when we're back, ta!" I chirped gleefully then ran out before he had time to fully recover. I ran into Neville as I hurried down into the common room. He shot me a rare grin and stage whispered to me.

"You did that on purpose, didn't you, Harry?" I just shot him a devious smile in reply and ran to catch up with 'Mione. I slipped my arm around his slim waist in greeting and gave him a slow smile. He smiled back gently, a gleam of something beautiful in his eyes. My smile morphed into a smirk as I dropped behind him a little and watched his hips sway underneath the material of skirt. Damn! I'm one lucky bastard!

TBC…

AN: Well, here it is, chapter two. I know, I know, it's shorter! But I just wasn't feeling the inspiration to write a long ass update. So, what do you guys think of adding a touch of Dramione to make Harry jealous and perhaps a little…Neville/Harry to make 'Mione jealous? After all, we've a couple chapters left at least before we get our fairytale ending! Please keep reading & reviewing, chickies!