(A/N: For those of you who asked for a Ron/Hermione romance: Actually, I
already have the rest of the story completely planned out on what is going
to happen. I just haven't written it down. There will be about 10 chapters.
Anyway, I already have this planned out. I'm not saying there will not be
any romance, just that I have the stuff already planned out and well, not
to spoil the ending, just be patient. I already have loads planned.)
"You mean all you have is tampons?" Ron asked. "Just why would you use something like that?"
Hermione blushed. "Well, you can't feel anything at all. They are more comfortable. I don't think there are any more pads. Every other girl uses tampons too, unless maybe you come across a 2nd year and ask her."
Ron looked at Hermione skeptically.
"It's okay." Hermione said. "Just try one." She took out something that looked like a tube in a plastic wrap and gave a list of instructions that she dug out from inside the box. "Trust me." Hermione said, "you'll get the hang of it."
Hermione watched as Ron walked away to the bathroom, scowling. She sighed. She felt pretty bad for Ron, having to turn him into a girl, though if she went back in time to the same situation, she would have acted the same way.
Hermione decided to work ahead in her homework. Taking out her Transfigurations book, she flopped over to the next chapter. When she was halfway done, Ron came back in with a triumphant look.
"I did it," He said proudly.
Hermione tried not to laugh, looking at the way Ron was grinning.
"I did it," He said again. "At first I was pretty nervous, and stopped and changed my mind, and the first tampon got ruined. Then for the second one, I was curious how the tampon worked, so I pulled it apart. Then it got ruined, so I took out a third one. For my third one, I decided to use it, but then I accidentally dropped it in the toilet. Then for my fourth one-"
"Exactly how many did you try before you got it?" Hermione asked.
"Only seventeen." Ron said. "Then, for the last one, I actually got it right. Took me forever because I was really nervous, but it didn't hurt at all. It will give my some nightmares though. I just put something I've never seen before into something I've never had before."
Hermione laughed. "Did you put in a tampon backup?"
Ron looked confused. "A what?"
"A tampon backup." Hermione said. "It looks like a very small thin pad, but it isn't nearly as uncomfortable. You just place it in and you get more protection than ANY pad."
Ron seemed to be deep in thought. "All right." He said simply, "But tampons are so, comfortable. I don't feel anything." He said, raising his legs and moving around. Hermione tried not to burst out laughing.
After Ron left, he sat down. His stomach still hurt. He sighed and went down to the common room.
"Over here, George!"
"Come on, Alicia!"
"LOOK OUT, RON!" As Ron walked down the stairs, he felt something hit him squarely in the lap between the lowest part of his torso and legs.
"Oh dear! Are you all right, Ron?" Katie asked, worried. Fred and George were laughing their heads off.
"Yeah." Ron gasped, with a sharp jolt of pain. It was the first time he was glad he wasn't a boy at that time, or it would have hurt much more. (A/N: Just HAD to put that, it happened to me in PE with a basketball yesterday and suddenly reminded me of this fanfic)
After George stopped laughing, he went over to Ron. "All right there, Ronniekins?"
Ron nodded quickly. "What was that?" He asked.
Angelina picked up a Quaffle. "This." she said simply. "It is going to be the last year at Hogwarts for everyone on the team but Harry, and we wanted to play. The only problem is that we can't use the Quidditch field because of the stupid You-Know-Who terror." She sighed.
Ron continued going down the stairs. School just wasn't the same. He just wanted to go back to the third year, with Quidditch trials and Cedric Diggory still alive, and when everything was perfect with the small exception of the terror of Sirius Black.
Ron went all the way down to the Great Hall, and saw Hermione and Harry sitting together, eating dinner.
Ron walked up to Hermione. "How did you get downstairs when I left before you?" He asked.
Hermione laughed. "Oh, you were just looking at the floor the entire time and I walked right past you. I even said 'Hi Ron!' and you didn't notice me."
Ron noticed Hermione had stood up and was walking next to him.
"I need to talk to you about something." Hermione said, motioning him outside.
Ron followed Hermione. He noticed they were no longer in the castle. They were near the Quidditch stands. "What's wrong?" He asked.
Hermione sighed. "Well, I remembered a problem I had. It has something to do with the ingredients to reverse the spell I cast on you."
Ron looked at Hermione, worried. "What do you mean?"
"There are some ingredients that are, well, much harder to get than others.
Ron looked at her with his eyes wide. "YOU MEAN I WILL HAVE TO STAY LIKE THIS FOREVER?"
"Of course not." Hermione said. "But there is one problem with the ingredients."
"What's that?" Ron asked.
Hermione looked around and motioned him closer. "We have to steal the ingredients from Snape's office." She whispered.
Ron's eyes widened. Sure, it may have been successful the first few times, but after every break in, Snape was pretty prepared. And if they got caught, he didn't want to think about the consequences.
***End of Chapter 6***
Wow. As short as this chapter was, it took me forever to right. I kept writing and deleting and writing and deleting this story. Then I made it like this. Next chapter: Chatting under the stars. They won't attempt to steal anything until chapter 8. They just plan it out in chapter seven.
"You mean all you have is tampons?" Ron asked. "Just why would you use something like that?"
Hermione blushed. "Well, you can't feel anything at all. They are more comfortable. I don't think there are any more pads. Every other girl uses tampons too, unless maybe you come across a 2nd year and ask her."
Ron looked at Hermione skeptically.
"It's okay." Hermione said. "Just try one." She took out something that looked like a tube in a plastic wrap and gave a list of instructions that she dug out from inside the box. "Trust me." Hermione said, "you'll get the hang of it."
Hermione watched as Ron walked away to the bathroom, scowling. She sighed. She felt pretty bad for Ron, having to turn him into a girl, though if she went back in time to the same situation, she would have acted the same way.
Hermione decided to work ahead in her homework. Taking out her Transfigurations book, she flopped over to the next chapter. When she was halfway done, Ron came back in with a triumphant look.
"I did it," He said proudly.
Hermione tried not to laugh, looking at the way Ron was grinning.
"I did it," He said again. "At first I was pretty nervous, and stopped and changed my mind, and the first tampon got ruined. Then for the second one, I was curious how the tampon worked, so I pulled it apart. Then it got ruined, so I took out a third one. For my third one, I decided to use it, but then I accidentally dropped it in the toilet. Then for my fourth one-"
"Exactly how many did you try before you got it?" Hermione asked.
"Only seventeen." Ron said. "Then, for the last one, I actually got it right. Took me forever because I was really nervous, but it didn't hurt at all. It will give my some nightmares though. I just put something I've never seen before into something I've never had before."
Hermione laughed. "Did you put in a tampon backup?"
Ron looked confused. "A what?"
"A tampon backup." Hermione said. "It looks like a very small thin pad, but it isn't nearly as uncomfortable. You just place it in and you get more protection than ANY pad."
Ron seemed to be deep in thought. "All right." He said simply, "But tampons are so, comfortable. I don't feel anything." He said, raising his legs and moving around. Hermione tried not to burst out laughing.
After Ron left, he sat down. His stomach still hurt. He sighed and went down to the common room.
"Over here, George!"
"Come on, Alicia!"
"LOOK OUT, RON!" As Ron walked down the stairs, he felt something hit him squarely in the lap between the lowest part of his torso and legs.
"Oh dear! Are you all right, Ron?" Katie asked, worried. Fred and George were laughing their heads off.
"Yeah." Ron gasped, with a sharp jolt of pain. It was the first time he was glad he wasn't a boy at that time, or it would have hurt much more. (A/N: Just HAD to put that, it happened to me in PE with a basketball yesterday and suddenly reminded me of this fanfic)
After George stopped laughing, he went over to Ron. "All right there, Ronniekins?"
Ron nodded quickly. "What was that?" He asked.
Angelina picked up a Quaffle. "This." she said simply. "It is going to be the last year at Hogwarts for everyone on the team but Harry, and we wanted to play. The only problem is that we can't use the Quidditch field because of the stupid You-Know-Who terror." She sighed.
Ron continued going down the stairs. School just wasn't the same. He just wanted to go back to the third year, with Quidditch trials and Cedric Diggory still alive, and when everything was perfect with the small exception of the terror of Sirius Black.
Ron went all the way down to the Great Hall, and saw Hermione and Harry sitting together, eating dinner.
Ron walked up to Hermione. "How did you get downstairs when I left before you?" He asked.
Hermione laughed. "Oh, you were just looking at the floor the entire time and I walked right past you. I even said 'Hi Ron!' and you didn't notice me."
Ron noticed Hermione had stood up and was walking next to him.
"I need to talk to you about something." Hermione said, motioning him outside.
Ron followed Hermione. He noticed they were no longer in the castle. They were near the Quidditch stands. "What's wrong?" He asked.
Hermione sighed. "Well, I remembered a problem I had. It has something to do with the ingredients to reverse the spell I cast on you."
Ron looked at Hermione, worried. "What do you mean?"
"There are some ingredients that are, well, much harder to get than others.
Ron looked at her with his eyes wide. "YOU MEAN I WILL HAVE TO STAY LIKE THIS FOREVER?"
"Of course not." Hermione said. "But there is one problem with the ingredients."
"What's that?" Ron asked.
Hermione looked around and motioned him closer. "We have to steal the ingredients from Snape's office." She whispered.
Ron's eyes widened. Sure, it may have been successful the first few times, but after every break in, Snape was pretty prepared. And if they got caught, he didn't want to think about the consequences.
***End of Chapter 6***
Wow. As short as this chapter was, it took me forever to right. I kept writing and deleting and writing and deleting this story. Then I made it like this. Next chapter: Chatting under the stars. They won't attempt to steal anything until chapter 8. They just plan it out in chapter seven.