I'm seriously running out of ideas for what to say up here.

Day 14: Genderswapped

Ginny was still laughing as she stirred the potion.

"What's so funny?" Ron asked in what was supposed to be a low, menacing voice, but ended up shrill and high-pitched.

"You two," Ginny snickered, shaking her head. "So, what exactly happened?"

"I told him to grab the potion on the left," Hermione explained, her long, muscular arms crossed against her broad, flat chest. "And he grabbed the potion on the right."

"Which happened to be expired!" Ron spat back at Hermione, his face and ears burning as red as his long, flaming hair.

Ginny nearly doubled over laughing. "I can't wait until Harry sees this!"

"What?" Hermione and Ron asked simultaneously. "No," Hermione broke off, her voice deep and concerned. "No we need this reversed as soon as possible!"

"Sucks for you," Ginny chortled, adding a dash of ground unicorn horn to the potion. "It'll take exactly one day to brew."

"That's too long!" Ron shrieked. "We have brunch tomorrow morning and I go into the shop to help George at noon! I can't look like – like this!" he gestured to his small, curvy feminine body. "I'll be laughed out of a job!"

"Next time check that the potion isn't expired," Ginny said simply. "At least it happened over the weekend – imagine having to go to the Ministry looking like that!"

"I'd rather not," Hermione groaned, running a hand through her frizzy, albeit short hair. "Well, at least we don't have to be anywhere in public this weekend – everyone at the shop will just assume you're one of George's relatives."

"Fine," Ron said, sounding surprisingly like Hermione. "One day. C'mon, let's go home."

"And do what?"

"I don't know," Ron said snidely. "But I'll be busy trying to comprehend the fact that I've got fucking tits."

Once they got home, Ron and Hermione sat down to watch a movie, as they usually did on Saturday night. As the movie began to play, they sat an awkward few feet apart on the couch.

"So…"

"So," Hermione agreed gruffly.

"How do you want to do this?"

Hermione blinked at him. Even though her physique had changed she still had her eyes. They looked wrong – too soft, too chocolaty on a man's face. "Well, even with all the… uh… stuff, I think we should just try to carry on as usual."

"Right."

Ron had to sit up straight to get his arm fully across Hermione's shoulders. Hermione slouched in her seat and tried to lean her head against Ron's chest in a way that wouldn't be painful or uncomfortable for him. "I don't think this is working and I feel quite violated," Ron said eventually and they broke apart. "Bloody hell, how do you do this every day?"

"Do what?"

"Have… well… two balls on your chest? Don't they get in the way?"

Hermione laughed, a laugh that would've been more suitable for Ron. "We don't manage," she said, easily wrapping her arm around his shoulders and pulling him closer to her. "We suffer."

Ron smiled warmly, finding it was actually quite comfortable to rest against Hermione's much larger figure. "This isn't half-bad," he said as he found her heartbeat.

"No," she agreed. Ron felt her resting her head against the top of his, her hand playing with his silky hair. "It isn't."

After the movie ended, they went to bed. This proved to be yet another complication.

"I don't think I'm going to fit into my nightgown…"

"Wear my pajamas."

"What about you?"

"I'll just wear a shirt."

Sitting on the bed, they stared at each other for a moment. Ron appreciated how strange the situation was. I should kiss her, he thought. We always do that before bed. But, he had to admit, the idea made him nervous. "Well, um…" he leaned over and, pushing his insecurities aside, gently kissed her.

Bloody hell, is my stubble that scratchy?!

They stared at each other a moment afterward and started laughing. "I love you," Ron murmured, wrapping his arm around her and attempting to pull her closer to him.

She settled against him, head on his arm and left hand on his soft stomach. "You too, Ron," she said in a deep, raspy voice.

The next morning was pretty normal – as normal as it could be, at least. They took showers and dressed up for morning brunch with the Weasley's (this took a good hour as Hermione's wardrobe was a lot more complex than it looked on the outside).

Arriving at the Burrow they realized Ginny must've spread the word. All the regulars were there (Harry, Ginny, Teddy, George,) as well as a few excited-looking extras (Angelina, Percy, Audrey).

"Rhonda! Herman! So glad you could join us," George exclaimed as they took their seats. He gave Ron a hard clap on the shoulder. "You never told us you were into the large, manly type."

Ron might've been angry hadn't he been distracted by Harry's reaction.

Harry absolutely lost it. Ron couldn't remember the last time his friend had laughed so hard he cried. "Some best mate you are," he grumbled, glaring at Harry.

"Man up," Harry choked, which only caused him to laugh harder.

It took a few minutes for Harry to sober up. Wiping his glasses and taking a long drink of water, he glanced across the table at where his two best friends were sitting. "So, how's it been going?" he asked breathlessly.

"Surprisingly well," Hermione said, causing Harry to giggle. She glared at him. "If you're going to insist on acting in such a childish manner I suggest you and Teddy start a kids table."

"I'm sorry, but you've looked in the mirror, right?"

"Trust me, we have," Ron assured him. "It doesn't make it any less weird."

For some reason the topic dropped after that (Ron figured it had something to do with the pointed glare from his mother when she thought he wasn't looking). Brunch proceeded as normal until noon came around and it was time for him and George to head to the shop.

"See you tonight," he said, looking up and down Hermione's tall, lanky build. Where do I put my hands? Resting them against Hermione's flat chest he stood on his tiptoes. Her hands went to his hips and pulled him closer, kissing him awkwardly.

"See you."

That night the potion was finished, and Ron and Hermione turned back into their normal selves. Ron had never been more relieved to feel Hermione's smaller figure against him, nor to feel her long, bushy hair. "I'll check the expiration date next time," he promised her, enjoying the feel of her soft, curvy hips beneath his hands.

"And I'll make sure you grabbed the right one before we use it," she added, admiring his muscular arms.

"Deal."

Wow… that was a little weird…

Favorite/review if you enjoyed awkward genderswapped Romione! I'd like to expand on this topic a little more… I don't know maybe I'll write a separate fic about it someday. Great, now that we all agree that genderflipped Harry Potter is one of the best things on this hellish earth, I have to go. I'll see everyone tomorrow!