(A/N: Whew! After this I will upload about once a week. My mom said I
couldn't do stuff before my homework was done, and the last couple days I
was up until past 10 doing my homework. my mom treats me like a kid. I
can't even get a curfew because I can't go out at all I hate Honors
Geometry. Well, I don't hate that, I hate the teacher. What type of teacher
gives 2 hours of homework a day? I heard that even Algebra 2 is easier
because it isn't Honors, and in Honors you get twice the amount of
homework. I hate high school. Half of the kids in my class are eighth
grader nerds from a middle school that didn't teach that high of math.
Enough of my ramblings, back to the story.)
Harry looked at Ron as if he were mental.
"What's going on?" Harry asked.
Ron sighed. "Remember that spell Hermione did on me about 2 weeks ago?"
"Yes." Harry's eyes widened even more, if that were possible. "Oh."
"That's right." Ron said glumly.
Harry started to laugh, clutching his stomach, pointing at Ron. Ron waited impatiently, as Harry started bending over and laughed, then got onto all fours and pounded on the floor, then took of his glasses to wipe his eyes, put his glasses back on, still rolling on the floor in laughter.
"It isn't THAT funny." Ron said, glumly.
Harry took a few gasps for air. "I'm sorry." He said, with a chuckle. Then he bent over and started laughing again.
"Stop that, Harry."
"I'm sorry." Harry took a few deep breaths, and started laughing one more time. Ron sighed. He went up to get dressed, he couldn't be in only his underwear now that Harry knew what had happened.
Now, it was 3 weeks and a half since Ron's incident with Hermione. Note: Every chapter is about a week, starting from chapter 2 Ron only had to be a girl for 5 more weeks. But then again, 5 weeks is 35 days, and 35 days is 840 hours, and 840 hours was 50,400 minutes, and 50,400 minute was 3,024,000 seconds. Well, 3,023,900 now that he spent so much time figuring it out. Still, every second seemed like torture.
Ron gave a sigh and sat down on the bed. He must have diarrhea right now, because his stomach started squeezing itself as if he were nervous like the time Snape had given him the scores for his final exams at the end of last year.
Ron got up to brush his teeth, rotating his wrist slowly, thinking. What if, at the last second, Hermione said she didn't agree to change Ron back? What if she had suddenly checked how to reverse the spell and realized that the spell lasted not 3 months, but 3 years?
Meanwhile, Hermione sat in her bed thinking the same thing. Quickly, she got up and ran to the library after getting dressed. She quickly found a book, How to undo complicated spells and decided to read about the spell she had cast. Quickly, she flipped through the book until she found the spell she was looking for:
Genitalosis, a spell used to change on to the opposite gender, is a very complicated spell. The spell lasts for 3 months before it can be removed. To remove the spell, the caster of the spell has to gather the following ingredients: Wormwood, the fang of a vampire, the scale of a dragon, and the hair of a hippogriff. Instructions shown below.
Hermione gave a sigh of relief. It would be 3 months. She wasn't too sure about where to get the ingredients though. That was the main problem. She could ask for hippogriff hair from Hagrid, and maybe a scale from Norbert might be still left in his hut. She would worry about the other ingredients later.
She decided to borrow the book and bring it up to her dormitory to read. During the afternoon, she heard a knock on the door and opened it. It was Ron.
"Hello." He said. Hermione noticed that his cheeks were red.
"May I help you?" She thought she sounded like Professor McGonagall as she said that.
"It's-" Ron blushed. "I, I." Ron stopped talking.
"Say it." She said.
Ron shook his head. "It's, I- well, I-." Ron stopped.
"All right, I'll guess, and tell me if I am warmer or colder." She said, remembering a Muggle game she had played in the first years of Grammar School.
"Does it have something to do with Hogwarts?" Hermione asked. Ron shook his head. "Does it have something to do with being a girl?" She then asked. Ron nodded.
Hermione thought for a while. "Does it have something to do with a bra?" Ron shook his head. What could possibly happen in 3 and a half weeks? Hermione thought. Then she suddenly thought of something. "Does it have something to do with a period?" She asked. Ron bent his head down.
Hermione started laughing. "So that is it. So you want to have something for it?"
"Yes, that's it." Ron said.
"Pads or Tampons?" Hermione asked. Ron looked at her, confused.
"What's the difference?" Ron asked.
"A pad is something with a sticky back to tape to your underwear, and a tampon is something that you, well, place *inside*." Hermione said, trying to find the right words.
Ron looked grossed out. "A pad." He said simply.
"Ultra thin or maxi?" Hermione asked, digging through her cabinet.
Ron looked even more confused than before. "A what and a what?"
"An ultra thin feels more comfortable, but a maxi gives more protection."
"Ultra thin, I guess." Ron said. His stomach was still hurting.
"All right. Here you go." Hermione said, handing him a pad. "Put it on in the Prefect's bathroom. Less people go in it. The new password is Spring Breeze."
"All right." Ron said, hurrying out the door to Care of Magical Creatures.
All the Gryffindors and Slytherins were waiting outside until Hagrid had opened the door. Ron and all the other students were interested to see what new animal they will learn about this time. His heart dropped when he saw them for the third time, unicorns.
Of course, everyone else seemed pretty happy, especially the girls. "We are learning 'gain 'bout unicorns 'cause of the value of their 'air. Remember, boys stand back again like before. Unicorns always love the feeling of a woman's gentle touch." Hagrid said.
"Stupid sexist unicorns." Ron heard Seamus mutter. Ron saw Lavender stroking the head of a young silver colored unicorn, whispering in its ear as if the unicorn could understand what she was saying.
Ron felt something bump against his leg. It was a white unicorn. "Go away." Ron hissed. Ron never really enjoyed unicorns. They always seemed to bring up bad memories, like the time he saw Professor Quirrell drink one's blood, and when Rita Skeeter revealed Hagrid was a giant and he didn't want to teach again.
The unicorn was still rubbing its head on Ron, as if wanting him to stroke it. "Little Noel likes you." Hagrid said, confused. "Most o' the time, unicorns only like women. Dun' know why 'e would like you. Especially since y' dun' seem ta like him."
"I don't know." Ron quickly lied. "I don't think I feel so good. May I go to the hospital wing?" Ron asked, hoping not to have any more incidents happen.
"All right, Ron. But is there sum'tin wrong?" Hagrid asked.
"No, not really. I feel sort of, well, dizzy." Ron quickly lied, and started to walk out of the room. As soon as he turned around, a few of the students started laughing and pointing at his back. Ron looked down, and saw in horror, that there was blood on the back of his robes.
"Weasley, you wet yourself!" Draco Malfoy hooted. Ron then realized that because his robes were red, it looked more like it was wet.
"No, I sat in a puddle." Ron quickly said. "I better go clean that off." He ran off red in the face.
After Care of Magical Creatures ended, Hermione left to go up to the Gryffindor tower. Ron was there, looking at her angrily. With red hair, he actually looked like his hair was on fire.
"Sorry, it never occurred to me." Hermione said, sheepishly, thinking about what had happened in Care of Magical Creatures.
"OH, THAT MUST BE A GREAT EXCUSE! I FEEL SO MUCH BETTER!" Ron yelled at her.
Hermione quivered a little. She felt her nose and eyes sting a little. No, Hermione. Don't make a fool out of yourself by crying. She quickly blinked back a few tears. Ron seemed to be taking deep breaths in anger, as if trying to cool himself down.
"Please, I'll make it up to you."
"And just how are you going to make up turning me into a girl? Turning yourself into a boy? That isn't as bad as what is happening to me now!" Ron said angrily. At least he wasn't yelling anymore.
"I'll help you cheat on tests. I will- I will do all your homework for you for the rest of the year. I could give you 10 galleons. I could do all of that!" Hermione said, desperately.
Ron had taken a deep breath. "Look," He said. "I just want you to help me through this. You got me into this mess, I just want you to help get me out of it."
"All right." Hermione said, quickly. Ron didn't seem to be as forgiving when he realized girls got periods and that was happening to him.
Ron sighed. He was still mad at Hermione, but being mad wouldn't help change him back. Oh gee, he was starting to sound like Mrs. Weasley. But still, he needed her help.
"All right." Ron said. "I wore one of those pads that feel like a solid rock. And still something happened. I don't know why."
"Well, that is because you have to change it about every hour or every two hours, or you would get leaks." Hermione said.
"What? You mean there is supposed to be that much?" Ron panicked.
"Of course. Now, it is the heaviest on the second day-"
"You mean there is a second day?"
Hermione sighed. Well, he never had one before, and besides, it wasn't like teaching a girl who was new to this because a girl would start out light if it was her first one. "There are an average of four days."
"WHAT? FOUR DAYS?" Ron felt the urge to pull his hair out.
"Well, it lasts four days on the average. For a few lucky people, it lasts for three days. For the unlucky people, it can last up to six days. Sometimes, when it is irregular, it can last up to ten days."
"TEN DAYS!" Ron felt sick as if he wanted to throw up. Great, he was going to have blood leak from a place that he never had before and it would last for four days if he were lucky. Then, he might still get leaks and needed to wear something that felt like a rock in his underwear. Whoever came up with the idea a period was a "blessing" and not a curse was a complete moron. Ron felt like he was going to cry. And his stomach hurt, too. How he wanted to throw a punch at Hermione right now. Probably in the middle of the neck, where she might suffocate.
Hermione gave him a sympathetic look. "It will be all right. Then you won't have it for a few weeks."
"You mean after a month, I would have to get it all over again!" Ron said, glaring.
"No, not a month. A few weeks. Usually it comes every three to four weeks, not a month."
"What? Then what about the term 'that time of the month?'"
"I don't know who made it, but that isn't exactly true. If it came only once every thirty one days, the girls and women of the world would be a lot happier. I would suggest you take something if your stomach hurt."
Ron sighed. "All right then. Could you give me a stock of extra pads? I would definitely need them."
Hermione blushed. "I can't, I ran out." Seeing the look on Ron's face, she added, "I'm a tampon user."
***End of Chapter 5***
Did you like it? I hope you liked it. I am sorry. I actually put up 3 weeks this chapter, and had to go back to correct it. I didn't notice it until somebody told me. Plus fanfiction.net won't let me indent paragraphs or put italics where people are thinking and when Hermione read about the spell. Stupid punctuation things.
Harry looked at Ron as if he were mental.
"What's going on?" Harry asked.
Ron sighed. "Remember that spell Hermione did on me about 2 weeks ago?"
"Yes." Harry's eyes widened even more, if that were possible. "Oh."
"That's right." Ron said glumly.
Harry started to laugh, clutching his stomach, pointing at Ron. Ron waited impatiently, as Harry started bending over and laughed, then got onto all fours and pounded on the floor, then took of his glasses to wipe his eyes, put his glasses back on, still rolling on the floor in laughter.
"It isn't THAT funny." Ron said, glumly.
Harry took a few gasps for air. "I'm sorry." He said, with a chuckle. Then he bent over and started laughing again.
"Stop that, Harry."
"I'm sorry." Harry took a few deep breaths, and started laughing one more time. Ron sighed. He went up to get dressed, he couldn't be in only his underwear now that Harry knew what had happened.
Now, it was 3 weeks and a half since Ron's incident with Hermione. Note: Every chapter is about a week, starting from chapter 2 Ron only had to be a girl for 5 more weeks. But then again, 5 weeks is 35 days, and 35 days is 840 hours, and 840 hours was 50,400 minutes, and 50,400 minute was 3,024,000 seconds. Well, 3,023,900 now that he spent so much time figuring it out. Still, every second seemed like torture.
Ron gave a sigh and sat down on the bed. He must have diarrhea right now, because his stomach started squeezing itself as if he were nervous like the time Snape had given him the scores for his final exams at the end of last year.
Ron got up to brush his teeth, rotating his wrist slowly, thinking. What if, at the last second, Hermione said she didn't agree to change Ron back? What if she had suddenly checked how to reverse the spell and realized that the spell lasted not 3 months, but 3 years?
Meanwhile, Hermione sat in her bed thinking the same thing. Quickly, she got up and ran to the library after getting dressed. She quickly found a book, How to undo complicated spells and decided to read about the spell she had cast. Quickly, she flipped through the book until she found the spell she was looking for:
Genitalosis, a spell used to change on to the opposite gender, is a very complicated spell. The spell lasts for 3 months before it can be removed. To remove the spell, the caster of the spell has to gather the following ingredients: Wormwood, the fang of a vampire, the scale of a dragon, and the hair of a hippogriff. Instructions shown below.
Hermione gave a sigh of relief. It would be 3 months. She wasn't too sure about where to get the ingredients though. That was the main problem. She could ask for hippogriff hair from Hagrid, and maybe a scale from Norbert might be still left in his hut. She would worry about the other ingredients later.
She decided to borrow the book and bring it up to her dormitory to read. During the afternoon, she heard a knock on the door and opened it. It was Ron.
"Hello." He said. Hermione noticed that his cheeks were red.
"May I help you?" She thought she sounded like Professor McGonagall as she said that.
"It's-" Ron blushed. "I, I." Ron stopped talking.
"Say it." She said.
Ron shook his head. "It's, I- well, I-." Ron stopped.
"All right, I'll guess, and tell me if I am warmer or colder." She said, remembering a Muggle game she had played in the first years of Grammar School.
"Does it have something to do with Hogwarts?" Hermione asked. Ron shook his head. "Does it have something to do with being a girl?" She then asked. Ron nodded.
Hermione thought for a while. "Does it have something to do with a bra?" Ron shook his head. What could possibly happen in 3 and a half weeks? Hermione thought. Then she suddenly thought of something. "Does it have something to do with a period?" She asked. Ron bent his head down.
Hermione started laughing. "So that is it. So you want to have something for it?"
"Yes, that's it." Ron said.
"Pads or Tampons?" Hermione asked. Ron looked at her, confused.
"What's the difference?" Ron asked.
"A pad is something with a sticky back to tape to your underwear, and a tampon is something that you, well, place *inside*." Hermione said, trying to find the right words.
Ron looked grossed out. "A pad." He said simply.
"Ultra thin or maxi?" Hermione asked, digging through her cabinet.
Ron looked even more confused than before. "A what and a what?"
"An ultra thin feels more comfortable, but a maxi gives more protection."
"Ultra thin, I guess." Ron said. His stomach was still hurting.
"All right. Here you go." Hermione said, handing him a pad. "Put it on in the Prefect's bathroom. Less people go in it. The new password is Spring Breeze."
"All right." Ron said, hurrying out the door to Care of Magical Creatures.
All the Gryffindors and Slytherins were waiting outside until Hagrid had opened the door. Ron and all the other students were interested to see what new animal they will learn about this time. His heart dropped when he saw them for the third time, unicorns.
Of course, everyone else seemed pretty happy, especially the girls. "We are learning 'gain 'bout unicorns 'cause of the value of their 'air. Remember, boys stand back again like before. Unicorns always love the feeling of a woman's gentle touch." Hagrid said.
"Stupid sexist unicorns." Ron heard Seamus mutter. Ron saw Lavender stroking the head of a young silver colored unicorn, whispering in its ear as if the unicorn could understand what she was saying.
Ron felt something bump against his leg. It was a white unicorn. "Go away." Ron hissed. Ron never really enjoyed unicorns. They always seemed to bring up bad memories, like the time he saw Professor Quirrell drink one's blood, and when Rita Skeeter revealed Hagrid was a giant and he didn't want to teach again.
The unicorn was still rubbing its head on Ron, as if wanting him to stroke it. "Little Noel likes you." Hagrid said, confused. "Most o' the time, unicorns only like women. Dun' know why 'e would like you. Especially since y' dun' seem ta like him."
"I don't know." Ron quickly lied. "I don't think I feel so good. May I go to the hospital wing?" Ron asked, hoping not to have any more incidents happen.
"All right, Ron. But is there sum'tin wrong?" Hagrid asked.
"No, not really. I feel sort of, well, dizzy." Ron quickly lied, and started to walk out of the room. As soon as he turned around, a few of the students started laughing and pointing at his back. Ron looked down, and saw in horror, that there was blood on the back of his robes.
"Weasley, you wet yourself!" Draco Malfoy hooted. Ron then realized that because his robes were red, it looked more like it was wet.
"No, I sat in a puddle." Ron quickly said. "I better go clean that off." He ran off red in the face.
After Care of Magical Creatures ended, Hermione left to go up to the Gryffindor tower. Ron was there, looking at her angrily. With red hair, he actually looked like his hair was on fire.
"Sorry, it never occurred to me." Hermione said, sheepishly, thinking about what had happened in Care of Magical Creatures.
"OH, THAT MUST BE A GREAT EXCUSE! I FEEL SO MUCH BETTER!" Ron yelled at her.
Hermione quivered a little. She felt her nose and eyes sting a little. No, Hermione. Don't make a fool out of yourself by crying. She quickly blinked back a few tears. Ron seemed to be taking deep breaths in anger, as if trying to cool himself down.
"Please, I'll make it up to you."
"And just how are you going to make up turning me into a girl? Turning yourself into a boy? That isn't as bad as what is happening to me now!" Ron said angrily. At least he wasn't yelling anymore.
"I'll help you cheat on tests. I will- I will do all your homework for you for the rest of the year. I could give you 10 galleons. I could do all of that!" Hermione said, desperately.
Ron had taken a deep breath. "Look," He said. "I just want you to help me through this. You got me into this mess, I just want you to help get me out of it."
"All right." Hermione said, quickly. Ron didn't seem to be as forgiving when he realized girls got periods and that was happening to him.
Ron sighed. He was still mad at Hermione, but being mad wouldn't help change him back. Oh gee, he was starting to sound like Mrs. Weasley. But still, he needed her help.
"All right." Ron said. "I wore one of those pads that feel like a solid rock. And still something happened. I don't know why."
"Well, that is because you have to change it about every hour or every two hours, or you would get leaks." Hermione said.
"What? You mean there is supposed to be that much?" Ron panicked.
"Of course. Now, it is the heaviest on the second day-"
"You mean there is a second day?"
Hermione sighed. Well, he never had one before, and besides, it wasn't like teaching a girl who was new to this because a girl would start out light if it was her first one. "There are an average of four days."
"WHAT? FOUR DAYS?" Ron felt the urge to pull his hair out.
"Well, it lasts four days on the average. For a few lucky people, it lasts for three days. For the unlucky people, it can last up to six days. Sometimes, when it is irregular, it can last up to ten days."
"TEN DAYS!" Ron felt sick as if he wanted to throw up. Great, he was going to have blood leak from a place that he never had before and it would last for four days if he were lucky. Then, he might still get leaks and needed to wear something that felt like a rock in his underwear. Whoever came up with the idea a period was a "blessing" and not a curse was a complete moron. Ron felt like he was going to cry. And his stomach hurt, too. How he wanted to throw a punch at Hermione right now. Probably in the middle of the neck, where she might suffocate.
Hermione gave him a sympathetic look. "It will be all right. Then you won't have it for a few weeks."
"You mean after a month, I would have to get it all over again!" Ron said, glaring.
"No, not a month. A few weeks. Usually it comes every three to four weeks, not a month."
"What? Then what about the term 'that time of the month?'"
"I don't know who made it, but that isn't exactly true. If it came only once every thirty one days, the girls and women of the world would be a lot happier. I would suggest you take something if your stomach hurt."
Ron sighed. "All right then. Could you give me a stock of extra pads? I would definitely need them."
Hermione blushed. "I can't, I ran out." Seeing the look on Ron's face, she added, "I'm a tampon user."
***End of Chapter 5***
Did you like it? I hope you liked it. I am sorry. I actually put up 3 weeks this chapter, and had to go back to correct it. I didn't notice it until somebody told me. Plus fanfiction.net won't let me indent paragraphs or put italics where people are thinking and when Hermione read about the spell. Stupid punctuation things.