They led Hermoine down the hall, half dragging her because her knees
kept giving way. Finally they got her to the Fat Lady, called out the
password, and pulled her in. They left her to sit on the chair in the
common room while they went up to talk to Ron.
"Stay here!" they ordered her, and she settled meekly on the couch. They marched up the dorm stairs, and walked to Ron's bed. Instead of waking him up, they pulled out one of his hairs. HE squeaked, then rolled over and fell back asleep. They brought the hair to their pirvate bathroom, and walked over to the Polyjuice Potion they kept simmering there. Pulling out a glass, they dropped Ron's hair into it and Fred gulped it down. Soon, the potion took effect.
"Right down to the last freckle!" George said, admiring the handywork.
"I look like a big freckly pig!" Fred complained, pulling on his cheeks and examining himself.
"Fred, go! You're going to run out of time!" Fred ran out of the bathroom and down the hall. When he reached the common room, though, he slowed down and sauntered into the room.
"Hermoine?" he called. She turned, at he gasped. IT didn't look like Hermoine! IT, IT was pretty!
"Ron?" she called, patting the couch beside her. "I need to talk to you." Fred leaped over the couch and sat with her. "Ron, I need to tell you something. Something important."
Getting into the act, Fred reached over and pulled Hermoine closer. "You don't need to say a word, hunny. It's mutual. I love you, too."
They pulled each other closer, and started to………………….
MEANWHILE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Ron woke up, feeling rather groggy. HE sat up, but someone pushed him back down. They pulled back the sheets, and climbed in. Nestling their head against his and talking of Shakespeare and poetry, Ron soon recognized the voice. IT was Hermoine. And he did'nt mind her being there at all.
"Stay here!" they ordered her, and she settled meekly on the couch. They marched up the dorm stairs, and walked to Ron's bed. Instead of waking him up, they pulled out one of his hairs. HE squeaked, then rolled over and fell back asleep. They brought the hair to their pirvate bathroom, and walked over to the Polyjuice Potion they kept simmering there. Pulling out a glass, they dropped Ron's hair into it and Fred gulped it down. Soon, the potion took effect.
"Right down to the last freckle!" George said, admiring the handywork.
"I look like a big freckly pig!" Fred complained, pulling on his cheeks and examining himself.
"Fred, go! You're going to run out of time!" Fred ran out of the bathroom and down the hall. When he reached the common room, though, he slowed down and sauntered into the room.
"Hermoine?" he called. She turned, at he gasped. IT didn't look like Hermoine! IT, IT was pretty!
"Ron?" she called, patting the couch beside her. "I need to talk to you." Fred leaped over the couch and sat with her. "Ron, I need to tell you something. Something important."
Getting into the act, Fred reached over and pulled Hermoine closer. "You don't need to say a word, hunny. It's mutual. I love you, too."
They pulled each other closer, and started to………………….
MEANWHILE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Ron woke up, feeling rather groggy. HE sat up, but someone pushed him back down. They pulled back the sheets, and climbed in. Nestling their head against his and talking of Shakespeare and poetry, Ron soon recognized the voice. IT was Hermoine. And he did'nt mind her being there at all.
