(A/N: Okay, I am thinking nobody likes this story, since I only got 3
reviews this time. I bet nobody likes it, or people just don't review.
Anyway, on with the story)
"Yes?" Ginny came up into the 5th year boys dormitory.
"Ginny, go back, you aren't supposed to be here-" Ron said, trying to hide the bra from view.
"Ginny, is this yours?" Neville asked, holding up the pink lace bra.
Ginny looked surprised and offended. "First of all, if you saw a bra, why would you assume it is mine? It is probably Parvati or Lavend-" she was cut short when Ron put his hand over her mouth and dragged her out of the room.
Ginny pried Ron's hand off of her mouth and glared at him. "What is going on?" She demanded.
"Please tell my friends it is your bra." Ron begged.
Ginny looked at him and placed her hand on his forehead in concern. "Do you have a fever? You have been acting all strange today."
Ron pulled away. "I'm okay, Ginny. I just want you to say it is your bra."
"And why would I do that? What was going on in there, anyway?"
Ron sighed. "All right, I'll tell you the truth. That bra was in my briefcase, and Neville found it. I need you to cover for me."
Ginny looked at him, shocked. "First you go into the girl's bathroom in Harry's invisibility cloak, and now you have a pink bra in your briefcase? WHAT IS THE MATTER WITH YOU?"
Ron started to think quickly in his head. If he told his sister what happened, she may understand. That would be better than having your sister think you were some pervert. But then again, she'd laugh, and probably not believe me. "Hermionechangedmeintoagirl." He blurted out.
"What?"
Ron sighed. "Hermione changed me into a girl." He then started to explain to Ginny what happened. At the end, Ginny didn't seem to believe a single word.
"Ron, that is the most ridiculous story I have ever heard of. Now, I will go to the boy's dormitory and say it is NOT my bra."
"Please!" Ron pulled on his sister's arm. "All right, I'll prove it." He rolled up the sleeves of his robe and showed Ginny the strap of the other pink bra he was wearing. "Besides, couldn't you tell my voice sounds a little different?"
Ginny looked from Ron to the bra strap, and back to Ron again. She thought for a few seconds, and then burst out laughing. "All right!" She said between gasps. "You win. I'll tell the boys that I must have packed that bra."
"Thank you!" Ron said, as Ginny went back upstairs. He then went away to wash off Harry's invisibility cloak.
It was much easier with Ginny knowing about what had happened to him, rather than to keep it a secret. Over the next week, every time Ron had to go to the bathroom, he could put on the invisibility cloak, slip into the bathroom, and throw it to Ginny over the stall. Then Ginny would help keep lookout in case anybody was about to enter the bathroom. Occasionally, there were a few close calls, but nobody else was able to find out what had happened.
Now, it had been a full two weeks since the *incident* with Hermione happened. Only 10 and a half more weeks to go, Ron thought one morning, as he sat between to Harry and Neville in the Great Hall. He was eating when he caught a few remarks of people walking past him.
"And then Goyle said that he saw Ron Weasley come out of that stall with his own eyes! Ron Weasley!"
Ron perked up, and looked to see who was talking. They were a few Slytherins in his year. He couldn't remember who they were, but kept quiet, listening.
"Are you sure?"
"Well, not exactly. I mean, after that incident though, Ron was NEVER in the boy's bathroom, EVER! Nobody knows what happened to him the past week. I mean, his voice sounds like a girls, too."
"I wonder what is going on with him."
"Ahem." The two Slytherins stopped talking and turned around, looking blankly at Ron.
"What are you talking about?" Ron asked, though he knew perfectly well. He wasn't sure what he was trying to get at, himself.
"Why do you care about what we were talking about?" The Slytherin sneered.
Unable to find anything to say, Ron left. "Hermaphrodite." He heard the first Slytherin say, and the two burst into laughter. Ron tried to remember why he forgave Hermione in the first place. He felt himself grow angry at her. (A/N: Doesn't everyone get that feeling at least once where they say they forgive somebody, but really don't like them? I sure get that a lot)
That night, he went to his dormitory, and he was so tired that he just took off his ordinary clothes and went to sleep in his, or rather her, underwear.
"Ron, I have to ask you something." Hermione was standing in front of him.
"Hermione,?" Ron sat up, rubbing his eyes. "This is the boy's dormitory."
Hermione walked up to Ron, and sat down on the bed next to him. "I always liked you, Ron. Ever since the 4th year."
"What?" Ron asked. He wondered if he should tell her about his crush on her, too.
"There is something I need to tell you." Hermione whispered in his ear.
"What is that?" Ron asked.
Hermione whipped off her mask. "I am Professor Snape." Snape gave Ron a lustful smile.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Ron bolted up in his bed, soaked in sweat. What a nightmare!
"Ron? Are you all right?" Harry's voice came from the bed next to him, and he opened the curtain, with a shocked look on his face.
"Yes." Ron took a deep breath. "I just had a nightmare."
Harry continued to stare at him.
"What is it?" Ron asked.
Harry gaped at Ron, with a look of complete shock on his face.
"What is it, Harry?"
Harry took a deep breath, shook his head, and blinked. He gave himself a gentle slap on the face.
"What's wrong, Harry?"
Harry took a deep breath. "Just why," He asked, "do you have a pink bra and a woman's chest?"
Ron looked down at himself and screamed. Now THIS was a nightmare.
***End of Chapter 4***
Do you like it? Do you think it is funny? Please tell me if you do. I am starting to think people don't like this fanfic. Next chapter: The Time of the Month (and no, it has nothing to do with Lupin. Be AFRAID)
"Yes?" Ginny came up into the 5th year boys dormitory.
"Ginny, go back, you aren't supposed to be here-" Ron said, trying to hide the bra from view.
"Ginny, is this yours?" Neville asked, holding up the pink lace bra.
Ginny looked surprised and offended. "First of all, if you saw a bra, why would you assume it is mine? It is probably Parvati or Lavend-" she was cut short when Ron put his hand over her mouth and dragged her out of the room.
Ginny pried Ron's hand off of her mouth and glared at him. "What is going on?" She demanded.
"Please tell my friends it is your bra." Ron begged.
Ginny looked at him and placed her hand on his forehead in concern. "Do you have a fever? You have been acting all strange today."
Ron pulled away. "I'm okay, Ginny. I just want you to say it is your bra."
"And why would I do that? What was going on in there, anyway?"
Ron sighed. "All right, I'll tell you the truth. That bra was in my briefcase, and Neville found it. I need you to cover for me."
Ginny looked at him, shocked. "First you go into the girl's bathroom in Harry's invisibility cloak, and now you have a pink bra in your briefcase? WHAT IS THE MATTER WITH YOU?"
Ron started to think quickly in his head. If he told his sister what happened, she may understand. That would be better than having your sister think you were some pervert. But then again, she'd laugh, and probably not believe me. "Hermionechangedmeintoagirl." He blurted out.
"What?"
Ron sighed. "Hermione changed me into a girl." He then started to explain to Ginny what happened. At the end, Ginny didn't seem to believe a single word.
"Ron, that is the most ridiculous story I have ever heard of. Now, I will go to the boy's dormitory and say it is NOT my bra."
"Please!" Ron pulled on his sister's arm. "All right, I'll prove it." He rolled up the sleeves of his robe and showed Ginny the strap of the other pink bra he was wearing. "Besides, couldn't you tell my voice sounds a little different?"
Ginny looked from Ron to the bra strap, and back to Ron again. She thought for a few seconds, and then burst out laughing. "All right!" She said between gasps. "You win. I'll tell the boys that I must have packed that bra."
"Thank you!" Ron said, as Ginny went back upstairs. He then went away to wash off Harry's invisibility cloak.
It was much easier with Ginny knowing about what had happened to him, rather than to keep it a secret. Over the next week, every time Ron had to go to the bathroom, he could put on the invisibility cloak, slip into the bathroom, and throw it to Ginny over the stall. Then Ginny would help keep lookout in case anybody was about to enter the bathroom. Occasionally, there were a few close calls, but nobody else was able to find out what had happened.
Now, it had been a full two weeks since the *incident* with Hermione happened. Only 10 and a half more weeks to go, Ron thought one morning, as he sat between to Harry and Neville in the Great Hall. He was eating when he caught a few remarks of people walking past him.
"And then Goyle said that he saw Ron Weasley come out of that stall with his own eyes! Ron Weasley!"
Ron perked up, and looked to see who was talking. They were a few Slytherins in his year. He couldn't remember who they were, but kept quiet, listening.
"Are you sure?"
"Well, not exactly. I mean, after that incident though, Ron was NEVER in the boy's bathroom, EVER! Nobody knows what happened to him the past week. I mean, his voice sounds like a girls, too."
"I wonder what is going on with him."
"Ahem." The two Slytherins stopped talking and turned around, looking blankly at Ron.
"What are you talking about?" Ron asked, though he knew perfectly well. He wasn't sure what he was trying to get at, himself.
"Why do you care about what we were talking about?" The Slytherin sneered.
Unable to find anything to say, Ron left. "Hermaphrodite." He heard the first Slytherin say, and the two burst into laughter. Ron tried to remember why he forgave Hermione in the first place. He felt himself grow angry at her. (A/N: Doesn't everyone get that feeling at least once where they say they forgive somebody, but really don't like them? I sure get that a lot)
That night, he went to his dormitory, and he was so tired that he just took off his ordinary clothes and went to sleep in his, or rather her, underwear.
"Ron, I have to ask you something." Hermione was standing in front of him.
"Hermione,?" Ron sat up, rubbing his eyes. "This is the boy's dormitory."
Hermione walked up to Ron, and sat down on the bed next to him. "I always liked you, Ron. Ever since the 4th year."
"What?" Ron asked. He wondered if he should tell her about his crush on her, too.
"There is something I need to tell you." Hermione whispered in his ear.
"What is that?" Ron asked.
Hermione whipped off her mask. "I am Professor Snape." Snape gave Ron a lustful smile.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Ron bolted up in his bed, soaked in sweat. What a nightmare!
"Ron? Are you all right?" Harry's voice came from the bed next to him, and he opened the curtain, with a shocked look on his face.
"Yes." Ron took a deep breath. "I just had a nightmare."
Harry continued to stare at him.
"What is it?" Ron asked.
Harry gaped at Ron, with a look of complete shock on his face.
"What is it, Harry?"
Harry took a deep breath, shook his head, and blinked. He gave himself a gentle slap on the face.
"What's wrong, Harry?"
Harry took a deep breath. "Just why," He asked, "do you have a pink bra and a woman's chest?"
Ron looked down at himself and screamed. Now THIS was a nightmare.
***End of Chapter 4***
Do you like it? Do you think it is funny? Please tell me if you do. I am starting to think people don't like this fanfic. Next chapter: The Time of the Month (and no, it has nothing to do with Lupin. Be AFRAID)