Hermione was dragged all the way to the 7th year boy's dorms, where the
door was promptly locked, and she was pushed onto one of the twin's beds.
She gazed around, grimacing at some of the posters.
"Now then, dear brother, what's this about Hermione Granger being ugly? Earlier this summer you seemed to think she was perfectly lovely!" said one of them.
"Nothing, I just changed my mind!" Hermione muttered angrily, while really being quite shocked. "Isn't a fellow allowed to do that? Or is there a new rule that I don't know about?"
"Changed your mind so quickly, did you? And what happened this time? Another row? Or perhaps...hmmm...she rejected you?" said one of the twins; Hermione had never been able to tell them apart.
"No, umm...actually...she liked me too!" Hermione said.
"So...the problem was....what, exactly?"
"She...er...studies too much! And she never lets me have..fun!"
"We see. Now, may I ask, what made you love her so much before?"
"I er...don't know what got into me, but...er...can I go now?"
The twin started pacing, like a detective. "No, we're not through with you. Let us see...Little brother, we Weasleys are famous for our love lives, don't you know? There isn't a single Weasley for over a hundred years that remained single. And then, once married, the Weasleys also have a ton of kids, but that's not happening for at least a month or two, eh?" the twin winked, and Hermione stuck her tongue out at him.
"So what does this have to do with Hermione Granger?"
"Just that I don't think there's anyone else here who's as smart as she is, and it's the smart ones we go for, eh, George?"
"Please. May I go now?"
"If you want, but I warn you, she's the one for you!"
Hermione walked out the door after they'd kindly unlocked it for her. Was this true? Did Ron really like her? Were her wildest dreams finally coming true? Or was this another of Fred and George's schemes?
***
Ron was amazed at the things Hermione had said about herself. Was that really what she thought he thought of her? Or was she making that up? He was so confused. What should he do? Ask her about it? Or just assume that she didn't like him?
'Wait, there she comes!' said a voice in his head. 'What to say?'
"W-What happened, H-Hermione?" he asked stutteringly.
"They locked me in and interrogated me. So I just told them you didn't like me, and made them let me go. Is that OK?"
"F-fine, I suppose. It's the truth, nonetheless," he said, his voice faltering slightly.
"O-oh. That's fine then. We're good, right?"
"Y-yeah." his voice cracked, and he cleared his throat. "Erm...Hermione?"
"Yeah?"
"I...er...um....never mind. What did the twins have to say, besides that they thought I...er...you...er...whatever...liked me or you or whoever?"
"They said....well...they said that Weasleys are famous for their love lives...and er...that no Weasley in over a century has remained single...and that...they have loads of kids....and...so I asked what that had to do with me...er...you...er...yeah..so they said that they go for the smart ones...and umm..they said that I was the one for you...er...me...yeah...so then I begged to leave and they let me go," Hermione said breathlessly.
"Ooh, look, it's the Weasel having a heart-to-heart with the Mudblood! How very sickening," came a drawling voice from behind them that could only be Malfoy.
"Shut it, Malfoy," Hermione said, whipping around.
"And what if I don't? Will the precious little Weasel come make me?"
"He just might," Hermione said, narrowing her eyes.
"Ooh, I'm so scared!" Malfoy drawled.
"Fine, have it your way," Hermione said, stepping forward. She was fully prepared for the curse that flew at her, and dodged, while throwing a nasty one back at Malfoy himself. He, fortunately, or unfortunately, depending on whose opinion you want, was hit and fainted.
Ron stepped on his face purposely while passing by, and Hermione treaded on his hands.
"Wow, Hermione...that was something. What curse was that, anyway?"
"Just one I picked up somewhere...y'know, in a book."
"Oh. Well then...ummm...d'you..er...wanna...maybe..aw, shove it. Do you...wanna go somewhere, oh, I dunno, more private?"
"Well, I guess we could," she said softly.
"OK," he said breathlessly. "Let's go to...erm...NOT the Owlery. Perhaps...the Prefect's bathroom? We're at least both allowed in there."
"Good," she said, glowing pink and following Ron to the bathroom.
"Er...Hermione?" Ron asked, gazing up at her.
"Yeah, Ron?"
"Fred and George were right...I'm sorry I never told you before, but becoming a girl has made me all weird and emotional...and...uh...yeah."
Hermione smiled. "Oh, Ron! I'm ever so glad you told me, because...well...I like you too!"
"Really? Oh, wow, I never knew...gosh, don't I feel dumb...heh, about Vicky-I mean, Viktor Krum and everything..." Ron smiled sheepishly. "I'm sorry."
"I'm sorry too...I flaunted it...and well...." she leaned over and kissed him.
The world spun round and round. They were in the air, spinning. Both of them closed their eyes tightly as they fused together;they couldn't have let go if they'd wanted to. Then they landed with a bump, and Hermione fell to the ground.
Ron opened his eyes and saw Hermione lying there, eyes still closed. Then he realized she was her again, so he must be...He looked himself over- himself, too! He then rushed to her side. "Hermione, wake up! You're you again, and I'm me!" she still was lying there, so Ron took some water from the bath and splashed it on her. Only then did she wake.
"R-Ron? You're...YOU! So I'm me? It worked? We're not switched anymore? Oh, this is great! How did it happen? What did we do?"
"You mean you don't remember?" he asked worriedly.
"I remember...OH!" her eyes opened wide. "We-We kissed, didn't we?"
Just then came an announcement over the loudspeaker. "ALL STUDENTS BACK TO YOUR COMMON ROOMS. THERE WILL BE NO LEAVING. HOUSE LEADERS TO YOUR STUDENTS, OTHER TEACHERS AND ADMINISTRATORS TO THE TEACHER'S LOUNGE. HURRY, EVERYONE!!"
Hermione stared at Ron. "What can have happened?"
"I dunno, but we'd better go," he said, grabbing her hand and pulling her along to the Common Room.
It was lucky they had Professor McGonagall for a house leader or else they'd have had no clue what was going on.
"You-Know-Who..I mean...Voldemort has struck again," she said quietly.
"Now then, dear brother, what's this about Hermione Granger being ugly? Earlier this summer you seemed to think she was perfectly lovely!" said one of them.
"Nothing, I just changed my mind!" Hermione muttered angrily, while really being quite shocked. "Isn't a fellow allowed to do that? Or is there a new rule that I don't know about?"
"Changed your mind so quickly, did you? And what happened this time? Another row? Or perhaps...hmmm...she rejected you?" said one of the twins; Hermione had never been able to tell them apart.
"No, umm...actually...she liked me too!" Hermione said.
"So...the problem was....what, exactly?"
"She...er...studies too much! And she never lets me have..fun!"
"We see. Now, may I ask, what made you love her so much before?"
"I er...don't know what got into me, but...er...can I go now?"
The twin started pacing, like a detective. "No, we're not through with you. Let us see...Little brother, we Weasleys are famous for our love lives, don't you know? There isn't a single Weasley for over a hundred years that remained single. And then, once married, the Weasleys also have a ton of kids, but that's not happening for at least a month or two, eh?" the twin winked, and Hermione stuck her tongue out at him.
"So what does this have to do with Hermione Granger?"
"Just that I don't think there's anyone else here who's as smart as she is, and it's the smart ones we go for, eh, George?"
"Please. May I go now?"
"If you want, but I warn you, she's the one for you!"
Hermione walked out the door after they'd kindly unlocked it for her. Was this true? Did Ron really like her? Were her wildest dreams finally coming true? Or was this another of Fred and George's schemes?
***
Ron was amazed at the things Hermione had said about herself. Was that really what she thought he thought of her? Or was she making that up? He was so confused. What should he do? Ask her about it? Or just assume that she didn't like him?
'Wait, there she comes!' said a voice in his head. 'What to say?'
"W-What happened, H-Hermione?" he asked stutteringly.
"They locked me in and interrogated me. So I just told them you didn't like me, and made them let me go. Is that OK?"
"F-fine, I suppose. It's the truth, nonetheless," he said, his voice faltering slightly.
"O-oh. That's fine then. We're good, right?"
"Y-yeah." his voice cracked, and he cleared his throat. "Erm...Hermione?"
"Yeah?"
"I...er...um....never mind. What did the twins have to say, besides that they thought I...er...you...er...whatever...liked me or you or whoever?"
"They said....well...they said that Weasleys are famous for their love lives...and er...that no Weasley in over a century has remained single...and that...they have loads of kids....and...so I asked what that had to do with me...er...you...er...yeah..so they said that they go for the smart ones...and umm..they said that I was the one for you...er...me...yeah...so then I begged to leave and they let me go," Hermione said breathlessly.
"Ooh, look, it's the Weasel having a heart-to-heart with the Mudblood! How very sickening," came a drawling voice from behind them that could only be Malfoy.
"Shut it, Malfoy," Hermione said, whipping around.
"And what if I don't? Will the precious little Weasel come make me?"
"He just might," Hermione said, narrowing her eyes.
"Ooh, I'm so scared!" Malfoy drawled.
"Fine, have it your way," Hermione said, stepping forward. She was fully prepared for the curse that flew at her, and dodged, while throwing a nasty one back at Malfoy himself. He, fortunately, or unfortunately, depending on whose opinion you want, was hit and fainted.
Ron stepped on his face purposely while passing by, and Hermione treaded on his hands.
"Wow, Hermione...that was something. What curse was that, anyway?"
"Just one I picked up somewhere...y'know, in a book."
"Oh. Well then...ummm...d'you..er...wanna...maybe..aw, shove it. Do you...wanna go somewhere, oh, I dunno, more private?"
"Well, I guess we could," she said softly.
"OK," he said breathlessly. "Let's go to...erm...NOT the Owlery. Perhaps...the Prefect's bathroom? We're at least both allowed in there."
"Good," she said, glowing pink and following Ron to the bathroom.
"Er...Hermione?" Ron asked, gazing up at her.
"Yeah, Ron?"
"Fred and George were right...I'm sorry I never told you before, but becoming a girl has made me all weird and emotional...and...uh...yeah."
Hermione smiled. "Oh, Ron! I'm ever so glad you told me, because...well...I like you too!"
"Really? Oh, wow, I never knew...gosh, don't I feel dumb...heh, about Vicky-I mean, Viktor Krum and everything..." Ron smiled sheepishly. "I'm sorry."
"I'm sorry too...I flaunted it...and well...." she leaned over and kissed him.
The world spun round and round. They were in the air, spinning. Both of them closed their eyes tightly as they fused together;they couldn't have let go if they'd wanted to. Then they landed with a bump, and Hermione fell to the ground.
Ron opened his eyes and saw Hermione lying there, eyes still closed. Then he realized she was her again, so he must be...He looked himself over- himself, too! He then rushed to her side. "Hermione, wake up! You're you again, and I'm me!" she still was lying there, so Ron took some water from the bath and splashed it on her. Only then did she wake.
"R-Ron? You're...YOU! So I'm me? It worked? We're not switched anymore? Oh, this is great! How did it happen? What did we do?"
"You mean you don't remember?" he asked worriedly.
"I remember...OH!" her eyes opened wide. "We-We kissed, didn't we?"
Just then came an announcement over the loudspeaker. "ALL STUDENTS BACK TO YOUR COMMON ROOMS. THERE WILL BE NO LEAVING. HOUSE LEADERS TO YOUR STUDENTS, OTHER TEACHERS AND ADMINISTRATORS TO THE TEACHER'S LOUNGE. HURRY, EVERYONE!!"
Hermione stared at Ron. "What can have happened?"
"I dunno, but we'd better go," he said, grabbing her hand and pulling her along to the Common Room.
It was lucky they had Professor McGonagall for a house leader or else they'd have had no clue what was going on.
"You-Know-Who..I mean...Voldemort has struck again," she said quietly.