Albus Dumbledore stared at the two kids before him with an amused look on his face as he looked them over. It had been three days since the Weasely's had taken 'Lily' from the school to help her adjust to being a girl.

And in that time Neville Longbottom had cast aside his shy and painfully awkward shell and had been terrorizing the blond standing next to him speckled in a multitude of color from the color charm that Neville had used on him.

While Draco Malfoy had cast aside his cold and snobbish exterior for something much warmer, kinder, and dare he say it- friendlier. And to make matters even stranger, he and Neville seemed to have suddenly become friends and joined each other at the hip.

When ever Neville sat at the Griffindore table to eat, he made space for Draco. If Draco felt like eating with the Slitherins, Neville would insert himself between Malfoy and the rest of the Slitherins as if he was protecting Draco from them.

And perhaps he was.

Just like Draco seemed to have taken up beating up random people if the said anything to him about Harry-er Lily and Ron Weasely. Why just this morning Draco had been caught dangling a few Slitherins out of a tower window for saying something about Lily.

And the day before that both Neville and Draco has pushed a boy down some steps for one reason or another.

Sure no one had gotten hurt so far, but accidents did happen and he couldn't allow such behavior to continue. "Thirty seven trips to my office in three days-" It was a new record to be sure, but it was nothing to be proud of. "Is there a particular reason you two are acting out?" He asked curious.

"Classes are boring." Draco muttered as he stiffled a yawn behind one of his hands and looked out the window. Neville grinned mischievously and said cheerfully.

"Draco's just sulking cause he hasn't heard from Ron yet. Apparently he goes through withdrawl when Lily's not around." Draco's hand shot out and he roughly pushed Neville as he growled.

"Shut. Up. Longbottom." Neville laughed as if he'd just heard a really funny joke as Albus frowned and studied them a little more while he tried to figure out what to do with them.

Ron slipped into Lily's room and stopped in his tracks when he saw that his friend was awake and sitting up. "Lily?"

She looked at him, her green eyes slightly unfocused as he gently closed the door before she asked in a groggy tone. "Are you my Ron or not my Ron?" Ron's lips twitched at her silly question. Her mind must still be muddled.

"Which do you think I am?" He asked curiously as he walked over to the bed and sat down next to her. Lily looked him over and scowled before growling.

"Butter balls! Your my Ron-" He chuckled and she reached out and put one hand against his shoulder and pushed him a little bit and snapped. "What the hell are you doing here?"

"Making sure that you stay out of trouble, of course." Ron said cheerfully as he grasped her hand in his and kissed her knuckles. The small display of affection was something that Ron had started doing after Hermione had fallen.

It was a tiny way for him to show her that he cared about her without saying anything too terribly strange or awkward. Lily made a huffing sound as she flushed and pulled her hand from his grasp and used her hand to shove her tousled dark hair back from her pale face before asking.

"Did you come alone?"

"No. But then you must already have known that." Ron said as he got up off fo the bed and walked over to the foot of it and bent down and opened the trunk there, and started to go through it while Lily whimpered and flopped back on the bed to wollow in self pity. Or loathing.

Whatever. Ron thought as he dug out his leather travel pouch which contained another pouch that had an packing charm on it. Ron had made sure to bring one of said charmed pouches after he had packed Lily some of her own clothes so that she wouldn't need to be taken out in public as she is.

He figured that the less people saw of her the better protected she would be from her enemies. He reached into his pouch and pulled out the other, smaller one and tossed it to his friend.

Lily caught it and looked at it for a second before she seemed to recognize it and opened it up and started to pull various things out. She finally stopped after she had a complete outfit then looked at him through narrowed eyes, taking note of what he was wearing.

She wasn't totally sure but she'd swear that Ron was wearing her favorite royal blue sweater. "Is that my shirt?" She asked curiously. Ron looked down at 'his' pilfered shirt and put on a look of mock innocence.

"No." He lied as he crossed his arms over his chest.

Lily crawled to the foot of the bed, drawing Ron's eyes to what she was wearing. Then to the skin that should have been covered while wondering who's brilliant idea it had been to merely dress the girl in an overly large shirt without any pants. Her shirt rode up her back a little bit before she sat down a few inches from the edge of the bed, and he flushed a little bit because he'd seen her panties.

They were a lovely pastel green with white lace.

They suited her nicely. She bared her teeth at him. "You're lying. That is my shirt."

"Nu-uh."

"I want it back."

"No." Ron said with a frown as Lily shifted on the bed. What the hell was she doing? He wondered just before she pounced on him. Her slender body hit him square in the chest forcing the air from his lungs, and knocking him off of his feet. They both went down in a tangle of arms and legs, hitting the carpeted floor with a dull thud.

Once there, Ron wheezed a few times, trying to drag some air back into his lungs as Lily sat on him and grasped the hem of his shirt as he finally managed to catch his breath and gave a slightly panicked yell. "No! Lily we can't!"

Lily growled like a wolf and hiked the hem of the shirt almost up to his chin when Ron heard several sets of foot steps outside of the bedroom and waited until the door was half open and he could see the vague outline of someone before he muttered. "Well alright if you insist." The door opened the rest of the way, banging into the opposit wall as Sirius, Molly and Arthur filled the door.

The three adults looked at the two of them with shocked, stunned and horrified looks on their faces as Lily stopped trying to tug his shirt off of him and turned her head to look at them and blushed all the way to the roots of her hair while Ron turned his head away from them and subtly laughed at Lily for getting them into this situation to begin with.

Silly girl.