19. …Ron's gone a bit Nuts
"So, how'd go?" Harry ventured as they trailed behind him, wending their way to the
deserted girl's bathroom.
"You haven't read the papers this morning have you?" Ron definitely sounded like he
was in a bad mood. "And why the freak didn't you tell me that they were going to be
having a costume ball? Do you have any idea what Blaise had picked out for it?!" This
time Ron turned, rounding on Harry and pointing an accusatory finger. Ron had not yet
turned back into his normal body and Harry was having difficulty coming up with an
answer. "Oh, well. What does it matter anyway?" Ron said, pushing the door open to
the bathroom and stalking inside. Harry and Hermione exchanged a worried look.
When they got into the bathroom Ron seemed to be in a better mood. "So now you're in
on the whole thing, huh Ginny?" he said giving his sister a hug and knuckling her head.
Ginny squeaked and struggled from her brother's grasp. "Hey, one of you guys brought a
change of clothes, right?" Ginny started and dashed from the room. "Well, it'll be good
to get out of this butt floss and into some real clothes again," Ron's grin was rather
mischievous and he gave no warning before stripping off his blouse.
Harry yelped. "Hey, why can't you change back before stripping, huh!?" He was trying
very hard to only look at Ron's face but his eyes desperately wanted to wander
downward. Remember: this is RON, he said sternly to himself.
"Because I would rip the clothes when I changed. You know I'm taller than this, Harry."
Having doffed his high heels he started reaching back for his bra clasp. Harry turned
bright red and stalked out of the bathroom.
"That was mean, Ron." Hermione was becoming more and more righteous the more she
saw of Blaise's perfectly sculpted body. Ron just gave a strange smile and continued
undressing. Hermione looked worried.
Just as he had managed to wiggle out of the last annoying bit of Blaise's underclothes his
own clothes came sailing through the quickly opened door and draped themselves around
Ron's head. "Great timing, Ginny," he yelled before beginning the chore of redressing.
The clothes might be a bit large on Blaise's body and he might have let Hermione see
him naked as Blaise but he was not going to let her see him naked as himself. Ron
wondered briefly how this particular shyness reflected on his personality since he seemed
to have practically none otherwise.
"Ron, sit down, will you? I need to talk to you." The knot at Hermione's brow was
starting to make her look like the before picture on a Botox add. Wait, what was Botox
again? Ron was still feeling flighty. Anyway…he already had his pants on so he sat
down next to Hermione, pulling his shirt over his head. "Ron, is that a bite mark!?" The
shock in Hermione's voice was mostly covered over by worry.
Ron quickly pulled his shirt down. "Just don't ask. It's nothing, believe me. Let's just
suffice it to say that Draco dressed as a vampire for the ball and guess what that left me
as?" Hermione looked confused for a moment but then Ron saw the resolution not to
think about it come over her face.
"Ron, have you been feeling ok this past weekend?"
Hermione was indeed looking quite worried so Ron answered warily. "You mean aside
from morphing into Draco's girlfriend and wearing high heels and trying to talk to
Blaise's parents at a Death Eater ball? Yes, I think I'm ok." Whatever else, Ron was
determined that Harry and Hermione not find out any of the particulars of his stay at
Malfoy Manor. The whole incidence had been quite strange and it was best to just try to
forget that it had happened. Speaking of which, Ron muttered the reverse transformation
charm under his breath and felt some of the tension leave as he felt his bones returning to
their natural shape. Thank goodness the reverse transformation was never as violent as
the first transformation.
"Ron, there's something I really should tell you about that potion you took. I actually
should have told you before." Hermione was trying hard not to get distracted by the way
Ron's features were rearranging themselves. The effect was rather unsettling. "The
potion has been known to sometimes modify the feelings and emotions of the person
taking it and we were just hoping that you were doing ok."
Ron had gone instantly still and his eyes were now narrowed dangerously. "How do you
mean modify, Hermione?"
"Well, it's not really well understood. People are affected differently emotionally and to
different degrees. They also tend to be more impulsive. You didn't do anything stupid,
did you?" Hermione was trying to look anywhere but at Ron's face but when she did
look up she saw that he had gone an alarming shade of purple. His jaw was clenched and
as she watched him his face slowly changed to white and then red. Then he burst out
laughing. "I'm sorry, Ron. I really should have told you." Ron continued laughing
hysterically and Hermione was almost afraid he was going to start choking if he didn't
stop soon.
When the laughing fit seemed to have finally subsided Hermione looked down saying,
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have let you take the potion. I should have just gone myself."
Ron looked completely startled at this suggestion. Then, as a picture formed in Ron's
mind of Hermione clasped passionately in Draco's embrace he felt the hilarity
overwhelm him again and doubled up with laughter. He really should have been totally
pissed about the whole thing but it was so just so utterly ridiculous. He barely heard
Hermione say, "I'm sure the effect should wear off quickly now that you're back in your
own body again."
Hermione was looking a combination of put out and worried and was startled, therefore,
when Ron, having considered what he really thought about Draco and Hermione together,
sobered suddenly and stood up saying, "No, I really don't like that thought actually." As
he started walking towards the door Hermione heard him mutter, "And it had better wear
off quickly."
Hermione's mind foundered in confusion for a moment so that all she could get out was,
"Don't forget we still need to get Blaise back into Slytherin with all the right memories,"
before Ron walked out the door.
After he had gone Harry slipped into the bathroom, having decided not to say anything to
Ron at this present moment. The look on Ron's face was just to weird to come with
anything to say, especially after the way he had acted earlier. "So, how do you think he's
doing?"
"I'm not sure," Hermione's forehead was starting get tired from wearing this perpetual
look of worry. "When I told him about the side effect he turned different colors and then
burst out laughing. I think he's gone a bit nuts. Let's hope the Malfoys didn't suspect
anything."
"So, how'd go?" Harry ventured as they trailed behind him, wending their way to the
deserted girl's bathroom.
"You haven't read the papers this morning have you?" Ron definitely sounded like he
was in a bad mood. "And why the freak didn't you tell me that they were going to be
having a costume ball? Do you have any idea what Blaise had picked out for it?!" This
time Ron turned, rounding on Harry and pointing an accusatory finger. Ron had not yet
turned back into his normal body and Harry was having difficulty coming up with an
answer. "Oh, well. What does it matter anyway?" Ron said, pushing the door open to
the bathroom and stalking inside. Harry and Hermione exchanged a worried look.
When they got into the bathroom Ron seemed to be in a better mood. "So now you're in
on the whole thing, huh Ginny?" he said giving his sister a hug and knuckling her head.
Ginny squeaked and struggled from her brother's grasp. "Hey, one of you guys brought a
change of clothes, right?" Ginny started and dashed from the room. "Well, it'll be good
to get out of this butt floss and into some real clothes again," Ron's grin was rather
mischievous and he gave no warning before stripping off his blouse.
Harry yelped. "Hey, why can't you change back before stripping, huh!?" He was trying
very hard to only look at Ron's face but his eyes desperately wanted to wander
downward. Remember: this is RON, he said sternly to himself.
"Because I would rip the clothes when I changed. You know I'm taller than this, Harry."
Having doffed his high heels he started reaching back for his bra clasp. Harry turned
bright red and stalked out of the bathroom.
"That was mean, Ron." Hermione was becoming more and more righteous the more she
saw of Blaise's perfectly sculpted body. Ron just gave a strange smile and continued
undressing. Hermione looked worried.
Just as he had managed to wiggle out of the last annoying bit of Blaise's underclothes his
own clothes came sailing through the quickly opened door and draped themselves around
Ron's head. "Great timing, Ginny," he yelled before beginning the chore of redressing.
The clothes might be a bit large on Blaise's body and he might have let Hermione see
him naked as Blaise but he was not going to let her see him naked as himself. Ron
wondered briefly how this particular shyness reflected on his personality since he seemed
to have practically none otherwise.
"Ron, sit down, will you? I need to talk to you." The knot at Hermione's brow was
starting to make her look like the before picture on a Botox add. Wait, what was Botox
again? Ron was still feeling flighty. Anyway…he already had his pants on so he sat
down next to Hermione, pulling his shirt over his head. "Ron, is that a bite mark!?" The
shock in Hermione's voice was mostly covered over by worry.
Ron quickly pulled his shirt down. "Just don't ask. It's nothing, believe me. Let's just
suffice it to say that Draco dressed as a vampire for the ball and guess what that left me
as?" Hermione looked confused for a moment but then Ron saw the resolution not to
think about it come over her face.
"Ron, have you been feeling ok this past weekend?"
Hermione was indeed looking quite worried so Ron answered warily. "You mean aside
from morphing into Draco's girlfriend and wearing high heels and trying to talk to
Blaise's parents at a Death Eater ball? Yes, I think I'm ok." Whatever else, Ron was
determined that Harry and Hermione not find out any of the particulars of his stay at
Malfoy Manor. The whole incidence had been quite strange and it was best to just try to
forget that it had happened. Speaking of which, Ron muttered the reverse transformation
charm under his breath and felt some of the tension leave as he felt his bones returning to
their natural shape. Thank goodness the reverse transformation was never as violent as
the first transformation.
"Ron, there's something I really should tell you about that potion you took. I actually
should have told you before." Hermione was trying hard not to get distracted by the way
Ron's features were rearranging themselves. The effect was rather unsettling. "The
potion has been known to sometimes modify the feelings and emotions of the person
taking it and we were just hoping that you were doing ok."
Ron had gone instantly still and his eyes were now narrowed dangerously. "How do you
mean modify, Hermione?"
"Well, it's not really well understood. People are affected differently emotionally and to
different degrees. They also tend to be more impulsive. You didn't do anything stupid,
did you?" Hermione was trying to look anywhere but at Ron's face but when she did
look up she saw that he had gone an alarming shade of purple. His jaw was clenched and
as she watched him his face slowly changed to white and then red. Then he burst out
laughing. "I'm sorry, Ron. I really should have told you." Ron continued laughing
hysterically and Hermione was almost afraid he was going to start choking if he didn't
stop soon.
When the laughing fit seemed to have finally subsided Hermione looked down saying,
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have let you take the potion. I should have just gone myself."
Ron looked completely startled at this suggestion. Then, as a picture formed in Ron's
mind of Hermione clasped passionately in Draco's embrace he felt the hilarity
overwhelm him again and doubled up with laughter. He really should have been totally
pissed about the whole thing but it was so just so utterly ridiculous. He barely heard
Hermione say, "I'm sure the effect should wear off quickly now that you're back in your
own body again."
Hermione was looking a combination of put out and worried and was startled, therefore,
when Ron, having considered what he really thought about Draco and Hermione together,
sobered suddenly and stood up saying, "No, I really don't like that thought actually." As
he started walking towards the door Hermione heard him mutter, "And it had better wear
off quickly."
Hermione's mind foundered in confusion for a moment so that all she could get out was,
"Don't forget we still need to get Blaise back into Slytherin with all the right memories,"
before Ron walked out the door.
After he had gone Harry slipped into the bathroom, having decided not to say anything to
Ron at this present moment. The look on Ron's face was just to weird to come with
anything to say, especially after the way he had acted earlier. "So, how do you think he's
doing?"
"I'm not sure," Hermione's forehead was starting get tired from wearing this perpetual
look of worry. "When I told him about the side effect he turned different colors and then
burst out laughing. I think he's gone a bit nuts. Let's hope the Malfoys didn't suspect
anything."