DISCLAIMER: As much as I wish I did, I do not own any aspect of Harry Potter. The credit much go to J.K. Rowling.

For a brief second, Harry thought he was looking at Ron, turned back into his natural state. The thought was dashed upon closer inspection. He looked like a Weasley, with all the characteristic traits, but it wasn't a Weasley that Harry recognized. The boy was tall, though somewhat more stocky than Ron was. His hair was flaming red, messy and grew just past the tops of his ears. He was covered in freckles from head to toe. Harry knew this because the boy was clad only in a tee-shirt that was just long enough to cover what was necessary. The shirt was purple and decorated with gold stars, it fit the boy somewhat too snugly around his chest.

"Uh… yeah?" Harry squeaked in reply.

"Oh thank Merlin! I thought it was just us," the boy said looking relieved.

Harry studied him for a second longer, "G-Ginny?"

"Hermione! It's okay, it's Harry," the boy-Ginny whispered up the stairs.

Another boy, a few inches shorter than Ginny descended the stairs quietly. He had a thick mop of unmanageable curly brown hair and large brown eyes. He was dressed similarly to Ginny, though his hands were determinedly clamped to the hem of his shirt, keeping it down around his thighs.

"Don't you look nice, Harry," the boy-Hermione said bitterly.

"Harry, we need clothes! Ours don't fit anymore," boy-Ginny said sounding desperate.

Harry nodded in agreement, "Borrow some of mine and Ron's," he opened the bedroom door and ushered them in. "You haven't seen Ron have you? Same thing happened to him."

Both Hermione and Ginny shook their heads, but just then, the door to the hall closet swung slowly open. Girl-Ron stood within it, pink in the face.

"I-I thought I heard someone coming," he said miserably.

Ginny looked as though she were about to laugh, examining her brother's new look, thankfully, she held back. Harry wasn't sure that the female hormones would hold back tears. Apparently, as a girl, Ron was emotionally fragile.

"Go upstairs and get some of our clothes," Hermione said in a hushed voice, "You two look ridiculous."

"And if I hear any comments about my underwear, don't think I won't hurt you just 'cause you're 'girls' now," Ginny said roughly.

Harry and Ron nodded simultaneously; Ginny was now a good few inches taller than both of them and looked like she could inflict pain should she… or he choose to.

Taking care not to make noise, Harry and Ron crept up the stairs to the 'girls' room. So it had happened to Ginny and Hermione too, but once again the question remained; how had Fred and George managed it without anyone noticing?

Ron pushed open the door to the room that Ginny and Hermione stayed in. The first thing Harry noticed was that the room was very tidy. There was a pile of school books stacked neatly next to one of the beds, presumably Hermione's, and the curtains were thrown open, allowing the morning light to stream through. In fact, the room was quite pleasant, though nearly identical to the one Harry and Ron stayed in.

They looked at each other, then at the dresser. Who knew what they would find in the drawers? They approached with extreme caution. Did girls keep anything other than clothes in their dressers? Slowly, Harry pulled open one of the drawers to find it filled with tee-shirts, jumpers and pants that Harry recognized as Ginny's. He released a breath he didn't realize he'd been holding.

Ron, feeling somewhat more confidant that the drawer Harry opened contained nothing horrifying, pulled open another drawer. His face fell. This drawer was filled with undergarments. With an expression that resembled care combined with disgust, he gingerly picked up a bra by the straps between two fingers. "Do we have to?"

Harry shrugged, "I don't plan on going out in public, no one'll know."

Ron nodded, relieved, and picked out a pair of his sister's jeans and an orange tee-shirt, labelled with the Chudley Cannons' logo.

Harry, deciding that Ginny was a bit taller normally than Harry was now, opened a third drawer, finding Hermione's clothes. He couldn't help but feeling extraordinarily awkward as he shifted through his best friends clothes, trying to find something that he would feel comfortable wearing. Eventually, he picked out a pair of black pants and a sky blue tee-shirt. He would have chosen a long sleeved shirt, just to keep himself as covered as he could, but knew that the house had a tendency to get quite warm in the summer.

The girl's clothes bundled in their arms, Harry and Ron stared at each other for a moment. "I'll change in the loo," Ron said finally.