Ch. 5 – What in the bloody hell…?

            Hermione's eyes fluttered open and she stared at the ceiling.

            'I don't remember that stain being there…' Hermione thought to herself and rolled over to cuddle with Ron.

            She began to fall back asleep when she noticed Ron smelled… different? It wasn't a bad smell… and it seemed quite familiar… Hermione jumped when she realized what it was.

            "HARRY!" Hermione jumped up from where she had been sleeping and screamed.

            "What's wrong, honey?" Harry smiled up sleepily at Hermione and ran a hand through his hair.

            "Harry! What am I doing in your bed?" Hermione was still freaked.

            "Because you're my wife… ?" Harry looked a little confused. 'Must be a pregnancy side effect or something…' Harry thought to himself, still looking up curiously at his wife.

            "But I'm not your wife! Ginny is! You know… Virginia Weasley? Ron's little sister… red hair, brown eyes, about 5'3"?" Hermione got off the bed and stood against the wall.

            "Honey, you're acting very strangely… everything you just described is a perfect image of yourself…?" Harry got out of bed and walked over to where Hermione was standing.

            "Harry, I'm not Ginny. I'm Hermione…" She began to explain.

            "No you aren't? You look just like my Ginny to me… just as beautiful as ever." Harry smiled.

            Harry leaned for a kiss.

            "I think I'm gonna be sick…" Hermione ran towards the bathroom.

            Hermione reached the bathroom door and locked it securely behind her. She leaned against it and sighed. 'Something really strange is going on…' Hermione felt her stomach grumble and she felt like she was going to throw up.

            And that's just what she did.

~*~

            Ginny woke up to someone giving her soft pecks on the neck.

            "Oh, Harry… that feels nice…" Ginny began and smiled, her eyes still closed.

            "HARRY!? WHAT!?" Ron exclaimed and stopped immediately, looking down at his wife with a look of utter shock and disappointment etched across his face.

            Ginny's eyes bolted open as she heard her brother's voice ringing in her ear.

            "Ron! What are you doing? What in the name of bloody hell is going on?" Ginny looked around. She was sitting in Ron and Hermione's maroon and gold goose-down comforter bed. Ginny was looking into the mirror that stood exactly on the opposite wall from the bed, and her reflection peered back, just as surprised as she was.

            "What do you mean what in the bloody hell am I doing? Can a man not please his wife?" Ron looked upset now that he had gotten over the first stage of utter shock.

            "But I'm not your wife?" Ginny replied and hurriedly got out of the bed.

            "Hermione Granger Weasley sure does sound like it makes you my wife…"

            "Ronald Arthur Weasley, where do you get off calling me Hermione? My… name… is… Virginia… Now say it with me."

            "Virginia? No, that would be my sister… and you, Hermione, are definitely not my sister…" Ron gave his wife a lopsided smile.

            "Ron! It's me, Ginny!" Ginny was becoming frustrated with her stubborn brother.

            "Honey, I think you've been working just a little too hard… I've got just the thing," Ron shot Ginny an evil grin.

~*~

"Rusted Roach-beans!" Professor McGonagall exclaimed as the statue of an eagle came alive and turned into a spiraling staircase leading up to a hidden office, Dumbledore's no less.

Minerva McGonagall hadn't changed much over the course of the years, her hair was still grey and she wore her small, square spectacles. (She never wanted to change what came naturally. 'What's the point?' she always said about stupid things like hair color, eyesight, and wrinkles, etc.)

She tapped lightly on the door to Dumbledore's voice and waited.

"Come in, Minerva…" He said in his low, calm voice.

Dumbledore hadn't changed at all, either. His white beard still trailed to his knees and he still looked younger than his actual age.

"Albus, I've been thinking a lot about what we talked about last night, and I've decided it's a great idea. I'll send the letters out tomorrow."

[A/N – yay! Not much of a cliffhanger… well kind of, well actually no… well somewhat… nah… okay sorry! I fight with myself a lot… but ANYWAY… hope you liked this chapter… yes, it's supposed to be funny, and if it's not, then well I'm sorry but have you informed yourself you have a very dry sense of humor? Well I hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it and laughed as many times as me and my wonderful BETA reader, Robyn (Riar Amialle or something) did…. Mwahahaha more soon!]