Chapter 10
Ron dashed to the field just beyond the castle with Jill in tow. Oh this is terrific! If she doesn't just love the beautiful outdoors she's crazy. I wonder if we could just stay out here all day, it wouldn't be the end of the world if I missed potions this afternoon anyway. I wonder if I should. . .
They had finally reached the Quidditch pitch and the girl on Ron's arm bent over in a pant.
"Why. Did we run—so fast?" she asked.
Ron smirked, "I'm sorry I was so excited to get here. It's just so beautiful and I wanted to share it with someone beautiful like you."
Without a moment's hesitation Ron leaned in towards the girl, with puckered lips and closed eyes.
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What the hell is going on? Why is Ron kiss—EW!
Harry pushed Ron away with a disgusted look on his face. He may have been transfigured and disguised as a very attractive female, but his best guy friend trying to kiss him was just too far. Way too far.
"Ron, what the hell do you think you're doing?"
Ron pulled away, looking slightly hurt and confused. Staring at his feet he mumbled, "I, uh, I thought maybe you wouldn't mind me kissing you. I, uh, I really like you, Jillian."
Harry grimaced. Why, why, why are you doing this to me, Dumbledore! Well this has certainly turned into one of the worst moments of my life. I can't let Ron know who I am, but now I have to pretend to hate him to get out of this. Although, after that kiss, that might not be too hard for a while.
"I'm sorry Ron, I just—I just don't feel the same way about you," Harry shifted his feet awkwardly and looked down, letting his new mane of blonde hair fall over his face.
Ron didn't say a word. He just stood there. Staring at Harry, with a look no one would really be able to decipher.
"Um, Ron? Are you going to be okay? I, uh, I'm, sorry?"
Ron snapped out of it and smiled painfully at Harry. "Oh, no, everything's fine, Jill. I'm glad I had the time to show you around the castle a bit. I have a class I have to get to now, I don't want to be late. Maybe I'll see you at dinner, okay?"
You have GOT to be kidding me, Harry thought. Ron still thinks that Jill, erm, me, oh whatever, that somehow this girl-Harry will fall madly in love with him and she's only trying to be modest. Shaking this little crush is not going to your basic bread and butter.
Harry looked up and nodded towards Ron, hoping beyond all hope that this wouldn't convince him to do anything further.
"Great, Jill! I'll meet you in the Great Hall around 6 for dinner," Ron stated. And with that he was off, running back to the castle as fast as his gangly legs would take him.
Oh this is just bloody fantastic. I don't even know where I'm supposed to be right now and I'm dealing with a best friend who doesn't know that I'm Harry Potter but would rather just snog with me.
With thoughts full of annoyance and frustration, Harry tromped back to the castle, hoping to find someone that would know where he should be.
"Jill, where have you been! I've been looking up and down each corridor I could possibly find; we have transfiguration in 2 minutes."
Harry sighed with relief when he saw Ginny. Although she looked ready to kill him, er, Jill for wandering off.
"Ah, Ginny, I'm so sorry, I was just—"
"There's no time, we have to go!"
And once again, Harry was being whisked off by a Weasley. Fortunately for Harry's tastes, this was a Weasley he wouldn't mind running off with and snogging. Hmm, I wonder if we just wandered up to the seventh floor and—no Harry! Ah, how are you supposed to pretend to be a girl who is not Harry Potter if all you can think about is kissing Ginny Weasley? Focus, Harry, focus.
It certainly was hard to focus through the next class. Harry just couldn't get his mind off of Ginny. She sat next to him in class and was nervously flipping her hair every few minutes. Normally another girl would have picked this up as a sure sign of worry from Ginny, but obviously Harry wasn't a girl. The smell of Ginny's sweet perfume was flooding Harry's senses and he could do nothing but breathe it in deeply. Oh what a lovely Transfiguration class it was, even if he didn't have a clue what the Professor was saying.
Just as Harry was drifting off into another lovely daydream about Ginny and frolicking out in a field on a bright sunny day with perfect weather, Ginny shook him.
"Jill, come on, let's go. Jill!" Ginny was shaking Harry slightly to get his attention.
"Wha? What, happened?" Harry rubbed his eyes, slowly realizing his daydream had been more of a deep sleep. He had his head down on the desk and now had a frazzle of hair all about his head.
"Oh, dear, you just fell asleep. I could hardly blame you, that was a pretty boring lecture."
"Why didn't you try to wake me up before?" Harry looked around nervously, trying to determine if anyone else noticed that he had fallen asleep.
"Oh, believe me I tried."
"You did?" Harry looked up at Ginny with surprise.
"You were sleeping pretty soundly, I tried to get you up, but after a while I figured you needed the sleep more than listening to the lecture. Don't worry, I took notes and you can copy them if you'd like," Ginny smiled brightly.
"Oh wow, thanks a lot Ginny. Um, do we have another class we have to get to?"
"Yes. We have double potions for the rest of the afternoon. I hope you have a good breakfast because we kind of don't have any time to eat something now. The potions class starts in about 10 minutes."
"Wow, we should get a move on if we have to head down to the dungeons!" Harry stood up in a hurry to pull together all of his books.
"What? Jill, what are you talking about?"
"Potions. It's in the dungeons, right?"
"It hasn't been in the dungeons this entire year. The new professor has decided to move his room upstairs with a view of the lake."
"New professor, but doesn't Professor Sn—ah, what?"
"Professor Snape? He taught potions for a while but now he's finally gotten the defense against the dark arts job that he always wanted. Wait how did you know that he taught potions?"
"I, uh, Ron told me?"
"It figures, well we better be headed out. Don't want to be too late."
Harry sighed with a little relief. Even though he hated potions and he'd almost gave away his disguise as Jillian Pearwood at least he wouldn't have to deal with a double potions class with Snape.
Potions passed by just as monotonously as any other normal boring class for Harry and before he knew it he was heading to the Great Hall for dinner. It was almost the end of quite a horrifying and unpleasant day, but at least it was almost over. Almost.
"Jill! Hey Jill, over here! Come sit over here!" Ron was waving frantically at him from the far end of the Gryffindor table.
Harry scurried quickly to the other end of the Hall, happy to note that most people we too absorbed in their own conversations to notice him.
"Hi Jill, I'm so glad that you decided to come eat with us," Ron beamed with absolute delight.
Hermione rolled her eyes with disgust at Ron's giddiness. "Hello, Jill, you must be starving after your afternoon, here have some roast beef."
Ron patted a spot on the bench right next to him and Harry reluctantly sat down. For a guy who had just been shot down by a girl earlier he was a bit too cheerful. Trying not to think much of it, Harry dove into the food. To be honest, he was absolutely starving.
Ron gawked openly as Harry, disguised as a girl, ate like a teenage boy.
"What?" Harry looked up at the shocked looks of both Ron and Hermione.
"Wow, you eat like a boy," Ron said in awe.
"I do not, I'm just hungry!" Harry hurriedly stated, hoping he could quit this whole act, he was hungry and he didn't want to worry about being ladylike.
Hermione put on a serious face and looked at Harry. She had the stern "Harry, there's something you need to fess up" to look about her.
"Jill?"
"Yeah?" Harry was already wary.
"I believe there's something important that you're not telling us. We need to talk."
Oh no.
Authors note: Look at that! I'm updating only a day later. I have some thoughts for continuing this story and making it more exciting, but if anyone has input about where you'd like me to go with this, then I would love to hear it.