Author's Note: Thank you for all the lovely reviews. I have not died, as you can obviously I've just been mad busy. I have no school today, hence the reason I'm updating.

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The Beginning of the End

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"Jake, ahhhhhh, Jake."

"Hermione it's alright. You're not going that fast, you're still in control."

Hermione was holding the broom in a death grip. Flying lessons had been going alright until today. Today Jake was teaching her how to switch speeds. Hermione was not exactly enjoying herself.

"You're doing great, babe. Loosen your grip a bit and just relax. Nothing bad is going to happen to you, trust me."

Hermione loosened her grip slightly, moved a bit farther back on her broom and started to fly in a straight line gradually increasing her speed. She was doing fine until, crack. Hermione lost her focus and started to plummet towards the ground, she hadn't been too high up but she landed with a sickening crunch. Jake was next to her in no time.

"Hermione, are you alright? Can you hear me? Say something, please."

"Ouch, can I do that again?"

"Fall off your broom or fly?"

"I prefer flying to falling thanks."

"You, you, are you alright?"

"I'm fine except I think I broke my arm."

Sure enough her arm was bent at an odd angle. Jake picked her up and took her to the hospital box at the pitch. This time they actually had permission to be there. When she came in she was immediately rushed to a bed. Her arm was bandaged and several foul tasting potions were shoved down her throat. She was instructed to take it easy. She responded promptly by dragging Jake out of the box, down onto the field and mounting her broom.

"Are you nuts?"

"If I don't get back on a broom now, I never will."

"You really want this, you want to be good?"

"Yes."

"What's his name?"

"I don't follow."

"What's the name of the guy you're doing this for?"

"I'm not doing this for any guy, I just want to understand why my friends love flying and Quidditch so much, and I really don't want to make a fool of myself."

"How long have you liked him?"

"I DON'T LIKE HIM."

Jake just stared at her, and mentally she chastised herself for being so transparent. If Jake could tell without ever having seen them together, it must be really obvious to everyone else.

"Ok, maybe I do like him, but he's one of my best friends and I don't want to ruin that. We're a trio you see and if we got together it would throw off the balance."

"I think that's the stupidest thing you've ever said. If you're best friends, two of you dating each other isn't going to ruin everything. I know who your friends are Hermione, everybody does, and to be honest, I highly doubt Harry Potter has time for a relationship at the moment. And if he is truly as wonderful as you make him seem, he won't be upset with you, heck he'll probably be relieved that you and Ron aren't arguing so much."

Hermione stared at him open mouthed. Nobody had ever said that to her, nobody would ever have had the guts to say that to her, but he was looking in from the outside. Maybe he saw things more clearly than everybody else.

"Lavendar told me a bit about you guys."

"Is it obvious to everyone?"

"Nah, just all of Gryffindor." Hermione laughed, even though it wasn't funny.

"Come on Hermione, it's not that bad."

"Where does this leave us?"

"Well summer's almost over and I like you a lot, but we're just not meant to be. I still kind of like Lavendar and you obviously really like Ron if you're willing to break your arm falling off a broomstick for him. How 'bout we live this relationship in the summer. It'll be a summer fling if you will. I mean it's been fun, but we have no future together."

"Thank you so much, you're one of the sweetest people I've ever met. I can't tell you how much I appreciate this. You're making this too easy; I always thought most relationships ended badly. I mean my last one didn't, but we wouldn't have worked out and we were worlds apart. We both knew that and we agreed to be friends."

"Can we do the same?"

"Yes of course, I'm not averse to having another pen pal."

"Come here," he said hugging her. "I wish breaking up were always this easy." Hermione just laughed, not that it was really funny. "Alright, well we have to hurry up and teach you to fly, we've only got about three full days left until you return to school."

"It's that soon?!?!?!?"

"Breathe Hermione, breathe."

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"Ahhhhhhhhhh. I don't like bicycles, and I don't like rollerblades."

"Oh come on Hermione."

"No, I like shopping and music, that's it. I am going to cry if I get one more bruise or brush burn."

"Let's go to the movies."

"Erm, come on Hermione, you love the movies."

"Ok."

"Let's go see Twister."

"Yes," agreed Hermione's other friend. Pansy now knew enough about the muggle world to know that a movie was a story on screen, but she had yet to "go to the movies."

Pansy tried not to look too awed by the dark theatre, concession stands, and fold down seats. By the end of the movie Pansy was dying to go back and was wondering how she had ever lived so long without "going to the movies."

"Hermione breathe," interrupted her friend. You're acting like you haven't seen a movie in ages. Well now that I think about it, you haven't. We'll come back soon, but there's only a few days of summer left, then you have to go back to school."

'Wow,' thought Pansy lying in bed later that night. 'These past two weeks have flown. I like this place, it's so new and complicated and evolved. My parents always said muggles were backwards, but they're not, they're really just ages and ages ahead of us. They're not bad people. They're just different. I'm not sure why I ever hated them. No I didn't just think that. They're confunding me. But they can't be, they can't do that, unlike wizards.'

Suddenly she started to cry, she hadn't done it in such a long time. It wasn't allowed, but it felt so good. These forbidden tears were freeing.

"Dear, are you alright?" Pansy looked up startled. She tried to hide her tears, fearful of punishment. "Darling, it's alright," she said sitting down on the bed and wrapping Pansy into her arms. Pansy tensed and ten relaxed when she realized she wasn't going to be punished.

"What's wrong?"

"My whole life is a lie. Everything my parents have ever told me was wrong. I don't know how to handle that. They told me people like you were bad. That people like Hermione were unworthy of magic. But they're wrong. You're wonderful people. Maybe not all of you, all the time, but most of you, most of the time. You are human just like u and just because you don't have magic doesn't make you inferior to us. You're actually much more evolved and technologically advanced than we are. I don't know what to make of all this. In my house, these things I'm thinking and saying are treason. I would be punished and here all I am met with is understanding. I'm so confused, everything is conflicting," she sobbed.

Mrs. Granger just rubbed her back and rocked her, whispering words of consolation until she fell asleep. She finally untangled herself when she was sure the girl in her daughter's body was asleep.

'So much trouble and responsibility rests on these children's shoulders. Poor dears,' thought Mrs. Granger worriedly. 'I only wish I could be of more help.'

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Ron was lazing about in his boxers, a new found hobby he had recently acquired while at Zambini Manor. He was reading a very fascinating book about two wizards who had somehow managed to switch bodies. 'That'd be so cool. Wait, that's exactly what I'm doing right now. Wicked!'

"Enjoying yourself?"

"Hello mother."

"Isn't that awkward?"

"Isn't what awkward?"

"Calling me your mother when I'm not?" Ron's eyes widened in horror. "Don't worry, I've known all along."

"And you never said anything," squeaked out Ron.

"I have to admit, I was enjoying watching you sweat. Blaise told me about the switch beforehand. If you haven't noticed, we're quite close."

"Yes, I noticed. Do you know who I am?"

"No, but I know you're a pureblood and I have a few suspicions. So…"

"So what?"

"Who are you?"

"I don't think you'll like the answer. It's in my best interest not to tell you," Ron said smartly.

"I could guess."

"You'll be unhappy."

"Why, because you're a blood traitor Ronald Weasley?"

"How do you know who I am?"

"You're a pureblood, male, and told me I wouldn't like the answer. That narrows the list down greatly."

"But you hate everyone."

"That's true, but you think I would hate you more than everyone else."

"Don't you?"

"Why should I?"

"Because I'm, a blood traitor and I don't support The Cause."

"And you think I do?"

"You don't, I mean, don't all purebloods, except for me. You're a Slytherin."

"And you're a Gryffindor, a meaningless fact really. No, I don't support The Cause. I'm a TRUE Slytherin. I look out for myself and my son and that's it. It's not in my best interest to go choosing sides, so long as I don't burn any bridges."

"Can you do that?"

"I'm a woman."

"Meaning you can do anything." She looked at him oddly.

"Meaning I cannot do anything," she whispered.

"Come to my house sometime, meet my Mum. She'll reassure you that you can do anything. Everyone knows it's the woman who's really in charge." She just laughed.

"I think I like your mother."

"That makes one of us," he muttered.

"You don't like her?"

"No, I love her. She just scares me sometimes, besides you're a cool Mother."

"How so?"

"You take Blaise places and let him do things my Mum wouldn't never let me do or go to."

"I think she's the cool Mother then."

"She's got your best interests at heart. I've never been a good Mother. I taught Blaise to trust me and no one else. I taught him that people are replaceable, that they walk out. I taught him that nothing in life is constant and that love doesn't exist. What kind of person does that make me?"

"A human being," he said earnestly.

"I don't want to be human anymore."

"Harry said they same thing, but you can't change that fact anymore than he can."

"You're a really good person Ronald Weasley. You're a good son, a good friend and a good listener."

"Yeah, but I'm lousy with girls." Mrs. Zambini just laughed. Ron huffed, but then started laughing too.

"I think I can help you out in that regard."

"Really?"

"I didn't earn my reputation by being unappealing, now did I? We've still got a few days before summer ends, now lets get cracking."

"Wicked!"

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Lavendar got up and pulled on her favorite jumper. It read, "Save the Snuffalumps." Lavendar and Mr. Lovegood hadn't been doing too much Wrackspurt or Crunkle hunting lately. They'd mostly been working on putting out the next moth's issue of the Quibbler. It was due out in two days.

Spending time with Mr. Lovegood was a rather interesting way to spend part of a summer. She was beginning to miss Jake a lot and was deeply regretting her decision to ever break up with him.

'I am so shallow,' thought Lavendar as she hauled another ream of paper up the stairs. 'I bet he and whoever's in my body have hooked up and when I get back to Hogwarts it'll be her telling everyone about how wonderful he is. I'm so mean. He wouldn't do that, well he might, but we agreed to see other people. He's perfectly allowed to like someone else. Especially if she's a nice person most of the time.'

'I just wish I knew. All this worrying is killing me.'

"Luna there's an owl for you on its way."

She rushed to the window, shocked to realize she recognized the owl. It was hers. Whoever was her was sending her a letter. She eagerly untied the letter from the owl's foot, gave it a treat and sat down in the middle of the hallway on a large ream of paper that had yet to be moved.

Dear Lavendar,

Since this is your owl, I assume it will be able to find you. I am writing you from your body. It's Hermione. First off let me assure that everything is perfectly fine here.

I have not gone out without makeup and I have made sure your hair looked good. I finally figured out how to get it to lay perfectly flat, you are so lucky you have naturally better hair than me. I have refused to wear any of your very revealing clothes, but I've made sure you looked nice.

Alright now that we've gotten that out of the way, I just wanted to tell you something. I met Jake, obviously. We've been sing each other for most of the time I've been here. But before you die, I just wanted to let you know we broke up. I am truly sorry; I just had to tell you. It took me forever to figure out how to get around the spell Dumbledore put in place to keep us from writing to the owners of our and/or our owner's bodies.

I hope you can forgive me for going out with Jake. He's a really nice guy, we've only kissed and he's taught me how to fly. I feel like I've crossed some line. But he really does like you. I know it's not my place to say, but he really misses you and I know he wants to get back together with you, if that's what you want. It was just a summer fling for us, nothing really, but I feel like I've learned so much.

You certainly do have an interesting life. You're very lucky, you know some truly great people. And I'm sorry for always thinking you were kind of stupid and that you only cared about looks. I know now you're deeper than that. Maybe, you could, I don't know, maybe help me with my hair one of these days. I'm kind of thinking it needs an overhaul.

Once again, I'm sorry. I hope you're not too upset. I still want to be friends. I'll understand if you hate me. I hope everything is going well for you.

Very Sincerely Yours,

Hermione J. Granger

Lavendar quickly grabbed a self inking quill and tattered piece of parchment from one of her many large pockets.

Dear Hermione,

Obviously I can't tell you whose body I'm in, but I'm fine. I've learned a lot in these past two weeks. I'm a different person now; I've realized how shallow I've been. Everything you used to think about me was right, but I have changed.

I haven't worn makeup all summer, which may not sound like a big deal to you, but it is to me. Jake's a great guy and I'm not mad at you. I'm actually very relieved it was you. You're a good person.

I think I've figured out how to tell you whose body I'm in. My favorite new jumper says, "Save the Snuffalumps." Can you figure out who I am? My dad's actually pretty interesting. And I have embraced "Witch Weekly's" pronunciation of bright colors and multi- patterned outfits as in. The jumper I'm wearing is lime green, I have pink flamingo patterned tights on, with brown Mary Jane's, and a skirt made entirely of patches (all based on band album covers). I'm going to ask my host if I can have this skirt when I see her next, we're actually the same size.

I'd be quite happy to help you with your hair. I'm also going to have a discussion with my host about makeup; she has a fantastic facial structure. I've been helping my Dad print out the latest edition of The Quibbler. It's actually pretty interesting. It's no worse than all the magazines I read.

I guess I've been a bit secluded out here. It's just been me and my Dad. It's been so relaxing and freeing. I don't have to care what I look like and getting dressed in the morning is actually fun. I'll see you soon. I can't wait to catch up with you. Once again, let me say it so you get it through your head, I AM NOT MAD AT YOU!

Fondly,

Lavendar

P. S. Did you actually say flying in your letter? I thought you hated flying. Unless there's a certain someone from Hogwarts you're trying to catch the attention of?

An hour later her owl returned once again. Dashed off on a scrap of parchment was:

Shut up, your boyfriend has already gone there and I wouldn't advise you to follow in his footsteps.

Lavendar walked around with a smile on her face for the rest of the day. 'I think I'm actually looking forward to going back to school.'

Author's Note: I apologize for any mistakes. Sorry it took me so long to update. I've been swamped with school work. I hope you liked this chapter. I tried to visit a few characters we haven't seen in a while. Obviously summer is very close to the end. I think that next chapter I'll have them heading back to school. I'm not sure yet. Snape and Harry always seem to have a way of making my story take an interesting turn. Thanks for all the support I've been getting! Until next time. Cheers!