A/N: Woo. I'm back now. Sorry, people who were reading this, for my lack of updating. This fic's pretty AU now, since I planned out the general storyline in my head before OotP came out. So, no spoilers here.
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Alternate Identity: A Polyjuice Potion Story
Chapter Five: Of Mood Swings and Arguments
For the next few days, Hermione's body with Ron's mind in it tended to grow a tad disgruntled at times.
SLAM!
The door of the bathroom in the boy's dorm flew open and hit the wall. "OKAY!" Hermione's voice roared, her face red and her white-knuckled fist clutching a toothbrush, "WHICH ONE OF YOU MOVED MY TOOTHBRUSH!? DO YOU KNOW HOW LONG IT TOOK TO FIND IT!? I KNOW IT WAS ONE OF YOU! WHAT DO YOU HAVE AGAINST MY TOOTHBRUSH?! WHAT DID IT EVER DO TO YOU?! DON'T DO IT AGAIN!"
SLAM!
The door nearly flew off its hinges with the force with which Ron in Hermione's body shut it.
The boys in the dorm, including Harry in the body of Ginny, were paralyzed for several moments before a chatter arose in the room again.
March 10th was day four of this horrid monthly event, and everyone who had ever come in contact with Hermione's body in the past four days hoped that it would finally cease.
"Oh, Ron? There was something I've been meaning to ask you," Ron's stern voice said, facing Hermione's body, Hermione's mind controlling Ron.
"What?"
"A while ago, I heard from someone in the girls' dorm that you tried to shave my legs?" Ron's voice said, being controlled by Hermione, his voice raising slightly towards the end of the sentence.
"Oh did you?" Hermione's voice said lightly. "Do you have a problem with that?"
"Yes," Ron said, going red a little, "They're my legs and none of your business! Don't you have any respect for me?"
"They did need it," Hermione's voice muttered.
"Ron!"
"Why do you argue so often?" an irritated Ginny's voice controlled by Harry asked.
"The relationship is based on insults," Hermione's voice said simply, grinning Ronnishly. "That's how it's always been."
Ron's eyes rolled.
That day, there was another Quidditch practice, which Harry attended, except he was in Ginny's body. He was in a different body but had no choice but to use his own Quidditch uniform. It was a bit long and baggy, but it wouldn't matter when he got into the air.
"Well, well!" the body of George with a nametag of Fred said. "Yet another Weasley joins the team, eh Harry?"
"Heh.. yeah," Harry managed to get out. He hoped they wouldn't be mad at him for being in Ginny's body. They didn't seem to be.
"Well, you know the drill then, Harry, one of us'll have a golf ball, you're going to try to catch it. Right?" Fred's mouth spoke, with George's body inside. "Ready?"
Ginny's head unsurely bobbed up and down in reply.
"See you in the air," George's voice said, before the two twins kicked off.
Harry controlled Ginny's leg to swing over the broomstick and he kicked off, having to concentrate much more than he was used to. He could no longer deftly maneuver around in the air; he had to put some effort into it. He successfully got into the air, the crisp March wind blowing Ginny's fiery hair back and occasionally getting in the way of his vision as he controlled Ginny's body to get used to swooping and diving.
He rode around for a bit, controlling Ginny's body, keeping an eye out for that golf ball. Though he was in someone else's body, his knack for spotting things remained a strong point of his, which is why he saw Angelina toss the white golf ball into the air.
He went after it, keeping mind he had to balance and accelerate at the same time. The golf ball fell further and futher, but Ginny's body followed it, and when her body was at a distance that Harry's mind could control her hand to reach out and grab it, he nearly lost balance and almost slipped off the broom altogether. He had to stop in midair to steady himself. A bit disappointed, he watched the ball fall to the ground.
After repeating this general process several times, he let Fred and George know he'd like to quit. He landed, and Harry in Ginny's body called up to Ginny in Harry's body, who was in the stands along with Ron and Hermione. Harry's body went down the stands and near to the pitch, meeting Ginny's body.
"Do you want to try and fly?" Ginny's voice asked, Harry controlling her hand to hold out his Firebolt to the body that normally flew it.
Harry's eyes widened. "Would I," his voice said, grinning and accepting the broom. "I'll have plenty of experience, being in your body."
"Good luck," Ginny's voice said, before heading off to the stands to check on Ron and Hermione. He overheard a less-than-pleasant conversation as he approached.
"Ugh!" Hermione's voice said, shifting around in the seat. "This.. this thing is so uncomfortable."
"Quiet, Ron," Ron's voice quickly said. "There are no alternatives. None that I'll let you try, anyway." Hermione controlled Ron to put his head in his hands, mortified this actually had to happen to Ron.
"No wonder you're so moody like this once a month," Hermione's voice grumbled. "And I thought maybe you were a werewolf, and it just happened to be the full moon at that time, but no.."
"I'm the one who's helping you!" Ron's voice said loudly into his lap, face still down.
"Quiet for a moment," Ginny's voice said.
"You're back already?" Hermione's voice asked.
"Apparently," he said, looking down at himself-- or Ginny's self, more like, confirming that he indeed was back.
"Where's Ginny?" Hermione's voice demanded.
"Calm down," Ginny's voice said. "She's out on the pitch. I lent her my broom for a bit."
"Really?" Ron's voice said, looking up to the pitch. The two were taking a break from arguing for now.
Ginny in Harry's body was out on the pitch, nearly shaking with excitement. Fred landed and fetched the golfball, explaining what was going to happen as he did with Harry, and they were off.
Ginny controlled Harry's feet to kick off. She was uncertain at first, but then she found that his body was at ease in the air, comfortable and skilled, sailing around easily. It was a wonderful feeling; Ginny had never flown like this before. Harry's experienced flying was one of the reasons she looked up to him; the hard, concentrated expression on his face when he chased the Snitch, the smile that lit up his eyes when it was confined to his grasp.
She swooped and turned, loving the adrenaline rush and the wind blowing back his short hair. Carefully keeping an eye on the other players to see if one of them would throw the ball, she rose in the air towards the rest of the practice; Fred and George batting the Bludgers back and forth and the Chasers trying to score goals against the Keeper.
After flying around for a few minutes, she saw one of her brothers throw the ball, and she went right after it, Harry's body sinking low against the broom, accelerating and diving, following the ball, and when it finally was within her reach, she thrust a hand off of the broomstick handle and the small white ball was soon safe in Harry's hand. The bodies of Ginny, Hermione, and Ron applauded from the stands, as did the rest of the Quidditch team.
Ginny in Harry's body returned the ball to Fred and claimed she wanted to stop flying for now. In Harry's body, she landed. Ginny enjoyed this; she couldn't believe how incredibly good and relaxing it felt being up in the air. It was addicting; she would have kept playing if her mind didn't keep telling her that although it was fun, it was a bit frightening for someone who had barely done it before. She made her way back up to the stands.
Harry's arm held out the Firebolt to Ginny's body. Her face was grinning. "It was fun?" Ginny's voice asked.
"Oh, yes, very," Harry's voice gushed. "I couldn't have done it without your Quidditch skills. It feels amazing!"
Ginny's head nodded in agreement. "It really does," her voice said. "I've always loved it, myself."
They all headed in,
The next day, Ron in Hermione's body informed Hermione in Ron's body that the "thing" (which was the only word Ron'd call it) was over, and everyone was happy.
That day Ron recieved letters from his Mum and Dad, and Bill. Each had read the Daily Prophet on the day Rita Skeeter's article appeared in it, and all the letters were frantically trying to confirm that there was a mixup.
Ron wrote back to both letters, his writing very neat as he had to do it with Hermione's hand. He was in the Common Room in her body, and Ron's body looked over at the paper he wrote on.
Dear Mum and Dad,
Don't worry about the article. It's a rather confusing story. See, when we were taking the potions for the project, we accidentally took the wrong ones and I turned into Hermione. Hermione turned into me, Harry into Ginny, and Ginny into Harry. So it was actually Hermione and Ginny answering Skeeter's questions, not me and Harry. Skeeter slipped them some Veritaserum, so they answered all her questions truthfully. Unfortunately we have to stay in the bodies we got when we took the first potion, so I'm still in Hermione's body. Sorry for the mixup. I hope it didn't alarm you too much.
Love,
Ron
"Look at what Mum wrote on her half of the letter," Harry's voice said, Ginny's mind inside reading the letter. "She said, 'I respect your decision when you admitted feelings for Harry, Ron, but I am still surprised. I always thought you and Hermione would get together.'"
"I know what the letter says!" Ron snapped through Hermione's voice. Ginny's voice emitted a snicker, but Ron's voice remained silent.
"I'm going to send these," Hermione's voice announced, folding the letters and sticking them in envelopes. "I think Pig's in the Owlery. I'll be back in a bit." Hermione's body, and Ron's mind, left the room.
Four mornings later at breakfast, a red envelope was dropped on the table in front of Hermione. It was addressed to Ron, and definitely a Howler.
"Oh no," Hermione's voice uttered. "It's definitely Mum. She'll kill me."
"Why?" a curious Ron's voice asked,
"I'll just get it over with," Hermione's voice decided, quickly ripping open the letter--
"RONALD WEASLEY! HOW DARE YOU BE SO CARELESS AS TO TAKE THE WRONG POTION! HERMIONE'S POTION, NO LESS! THAT POOR GIRL IS PROBABLY TRAUMATIZED WITH HAVING A BOY HAVING TO LIVE IN HER BODY FOR AN ENTIRE MONTH! YOU HAD BETTER BE RESPECTING HER PRIVACY, RONALD! AND IF I GET ONE COMPLAINT FROM HER OR HER PARENTS, YOU DON'T EVEN WANT TO KNOW THE CONSEQUENCES! Oh, and I'm very glad you're not in love with Harry, dear." The red envelope burst into flames, curled into ashes, and mysteriously blew away.
Everyone in the vicinity was laughing at the Howler's message. Ron's face was buried in his hands-- Hermione controlling them-- and Hermione's face was still wide-eyed and staring, then her face and tips of her ears went pink like Ron's usually did.
Ginny inside Harry's body was trying not to grin at her mum going off like that in a Howler to Ron.
Ron's face, crimson, emerged from inside his large hands. Hermione just thought of something, thus Ron's face smiled a little slyly. "You'd better respect my body, Ron, like any other girl would treat her body" Ron's voice said to Hermione's body. "You wouldn't want me to go off and send a letter to your mum, now, would you?"
Hermione's expression was hard, fixated on Ron's face. "You wouldn't."
"Annoy me and I just might inform your mum about your attempt at shaving," Ron's voice said gleefully.
"That's blackmail! So you don't want me to use the toilets, or change your clothes, or bathe anymore?" Hermione's harsh voice came out. Ron was surprised he had made her tone that way, for it was the exact tone she set on them when she was deeply disappointed at them forgetting to study for a big test, usually Snape's.
"Do it respectfully," Ron's voice said simply. Hermione was surprised she had made his tone that way, for it was the exact tone Ron set on her when telling her he did not care if he got another bad mark on one of Snape's tests.
"Respectfully? What d'you want me to do, shut my eyes?"
"If you must."
"I can't do those things blindly!"
"Well, just use being inside my body the way any other girl would."
"Any girl?" Hermione's voice asked.
"Well.. Most girls, then," a slightly perplexed Ron's voice said. "What does it matter? I'll send a letter to your mum if you don't, that's all."
There was a pause in which Ron inhaled deeply from Hermione's nose, trying to control his fury, glare still fixed on the form of Ron. "Fine," he said. "I'm not going to argue. I am going to treat your body the way most girls treat their bodies. All right?"
"Fine," Ron's voice said, his arms crossed and a smile of satisfaction on his face.
Ron in Hermione's body left early from dinner that day, lying to the bodies of Harry, Ron, and Ginny that he didn't feel well. He went straight to the empty common room, then up the stairs to the girls' dorms. Unfortunately, they, unlike the common room, were not completely empty.
"What are you doing here?" Parvati (who, Ron supposed, was actually Lavender) said, who was rummaging around in her drawer.
"Er-- my potion wore off, and my flask's empty, and I just came.. to.. get some more from my cabinet." Without waiting for a reply, Ron in Hermione's body made a beeline for the bathroom.
A few minutes later, her body emerged and hurriedly left the dorm, then went to the boys' dorms instead, pushing a few handfuls worth of stuff under his bed, and he remained there until the others came up after dinner to sleep.
"Feeling all right?" Ginny's voice said, finding Hermione's body lying in Ron's bed.
"Yes, very much, thank you Harry" Hermione's voice said to Ginny's body, smiling.
"I don't like that grin, Ron," Ginny replied.
"Well, you know how Hermione was lecturing me on treating her body the way most girls treat their bodies while I'm in it this morning?" Hermione's voice said as she sat up.
Some of the other boys entering the room began listening, for they, too, had overheard Ron and Hermione's breakfast row.
"Yeah," Ginny's voice said slowly.
"Well, I'm going to give her a surprise," Hermione said furtively.
"Okay, but I'm having nothing to do with this, okay?" Ginny's voice asked.
"Right."
"So if Hermione gets mad it's all on you, all right?"
"Deal," Hermione's voice said again, still grinning.
"Why're you so keen on getting Hermione mad?" Ginny asked curiously.
Hermione's stare turned odd, and looked at Ginny. "I'm not keen on it. It's just.. Well, it's not like I haven't done it before."
"Right you are."
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Alternate Identity: A Polyjuice Potion Story
Chapter Five: Of Mood Swings and Arguments
For the next few days, Hermione's body with Ron's mind in it tended to grow a tad disgruntled at times.
SLAM!
The door of the bathroom in the boy's dorm flew open and hit the wall. "OKAY!" Hermione's voice roared, her face red and her white-knuckled fist clutching a toothbrush, "WHICH ONE OF YOU MOVED MY TOOTHBRUSH!? DO YOU KNOW HOW LONG IT TOOK TO FIND IT!? I KNOW IT WAS ONE OF YOU! WHAT DO YOU HAVE AGAINST MY TOOTHBRUSH?! WHAT DID IT EVER DO TO YOU?! DON'T DO IT AGAIN!"
SLAM!
The door nearly flew off its hinges with the force with which Ron in Hermione's body shut it.
The boys in the dorm, including Harry in the body of Ginny, were paralyzed for several moments before a chatter arose in the room again.
March 10th was day four of this horrid monthly event, and everyone who had ever come in contact with Hermione's body in the past four days hoped that it would finally cease.
"Oh, Ron? There was something I've been meaning to ask you," Ron's stern voice said, facing Hermione's body, Hermione's mind controlling Ron.
"What?"
"A while ago, I heard from someone in the girls' dorm that you tried to shave my legs?" Ron's voice said, being controlled by Hermione, his voice raising slightly towards the end of the sentence.
"Oh did you?" Hermione's voice said lightly. "Do you have a problem with that?"
"Yes," Ron said, going red a little, "They're my legs and none of your business! Don't you have any respect for me?"
"They did need it," Hermione's voice muttered.
"Ron!"
"Why do you argue so often?" an irritated Ginny's voice controlled by Harry asked.
"The relationship is based on insults," Hermione's voice said simply, grinning Ronnishly. "That's how it's always been."
Ron's eyes rolled.
That day, there was another Quidditch practice, which Harry attended, except he was in Ginny's body. He was in a different body but had no choice but to use his own Quidditch uniform. It was a bit long and baggy, but it wouldn't matter when he got into the air.
"Well, well!" the body of George with a nametag of Fred said. "Yet another Weasley joins the team, eh Harry?"
"Heh.. yeah," Harry managed to get out. He hoped they wouldn't be mad at him for being in Ginny's body. They didn't seem to be.
"Well, you know the drill then, Harry, one of us'll have a golf ball, you're going to try to catch it. Right?" Fred's mouth spoke, with George's body inside. "Ready?"
Ginny's head unsurely bobbed up and down in reply.
"See you in the air," George's voice said, before the two twins kicked off.
Harry controlled Ginny's leg to swing over the broomstick and he kicked off, having to concentrate much more than he was used to. He could no longer deftly maneuver around in the air; he had to put some effort into it. He successfully got into the air, the crisp March wind blowing Ginny's fiery hair back and occasionally getting in the way of his vision as he controlled Ginny's body to get used to swooping and diving.
He rode around for a bit, controlling Ginny's body, keeping an eye out for that golf ball. Though he was in someone else's body, his knack for spotting things remained a strong point of his, which is why he saw Angelina toss the white golf ball into the air.
He went after it, keeping mind he had to balance and accelerate at the same time. The golf ball fell further and futher, but Ginny's body followed it, and when her body was at a distance that Harry's mind could control her hand to reach out and grab it, he nearly lost balance and almost slipped off the broom altogether. He had to stop in midair to steady himself. A bit disappointed, he watched the ball fall to the ground.
After repeating this general process several times, he let Fred and George know he'd like to quit. He landed, and Harry in Ginny's body called up to Ginny in Harry's body, who was in the stands along with Ron and Hermione. Harry's body went down the stands and near to the pitch, meeting Ginny's body.
"Do you want to try and fly?" Ginny's voice asked, Harry controlling her hand to hold out his Firebolt to the body that normally flew it.
Harry's eyes widened. "Would I," his voice said, grinning and accepting the broom. "I'll have plenty of experience, being in your body."
"Good luck," Ginny's voice said, before heading off to the stands to check on Ron and Hermione. He overheard a less-than-pleasant conversation as he approached.
"Ugh!" Hermione's voice said, shifting around in the seat. "This.. this thing is so uncomfortable."
"Quiet, Ron," Ron's voice quickly said. "There are no alternatives. None that I'll let you try, anyway." Hermione controlled Ron to put his head in his hands, mortified this actually had to happen to Ron.
"No wonder you're so moody like this once a month," Hermione's voice grumbled. "And I thought maybe you were a werewolf, and it just happened to be the full moon at that time, but no.."
"I'm the one who's helping you!" Ron's voice said loudly into his lap, face still down.
"Quiet for a moment," Ginny's voice said.
"You're back already?" Hermione's voice asked.
"Apparently," he said, looking down at himself-- or Ginny's self, more like, confirming that he indeed was back.
"Where's Ginny?" Hermione's voice demanded.
"Calm down," Ginny's voice said. "She's out on the pitch. I lent her my broom for a bit."
"Really?" Ron's voice said, looking up to the pitch. The two were taking a break from arguing for now.
Ginny in Harry's body was out on the pitch, nearly shaking with excitement. Fred landed and fetched the golfball, explaining what was going to happen as he did with Harry, and they were off.
Ginny controlled Harry's feet to kick off. She was uncertain at first, but then she found that his body was at ease in the air, comfortable and skilled, sailing around easily. It was a wonderful feeling; Ginny had never flown like this before. Harry's experienced flying was one of the reasons she looked up to him; the hard, concentrated expression on his face when he chased the Snitch, the smile that lit up his eyes when it was confined to his grasp.
She swooped and turned, loving the adrenaline rush and the wind blowing back his short hair. Carefully keeping an eye on the other players to see if one of them would throw the ball, she rose in the air towards the rest of the practice; Fred and George batting the Bludgers back and forth and the Chasers trying to score goals against the Keeper.
After flying around for a few minutes, she saw one of her brothers throw the ball, and she went right after it, Harry's body sinking low against the broom, accelerating and diving, following the ball, and when it finally was within her reach, she thrust a hand off of the broomstick handle and the small white ball was soon safe in Harry's hand. The bodies of Ginny, Hermione, and Ron applauded from the stands, as did the rest of the Quidditch team.
Ginny in Harry's body returned the ball to Fred and claimed she wanted to stop flying for now. In Harry's body, she landed. Ginny enjoyed this; she couldn't believe how incredibly good and relaxing it felt being up in the air. It was addicting; she would have kept playing if her mind didn't keep telling her that although it was fun, it was a bit frightening for someone who had barely done it before. She made her way back up to the stands.
Harry's arm held out the Firebolt to Ginny's body. Her face was grinning. "It was fun?" Ginny's voice asked.
"Oh, yes, very," Harry's voice gushed. "I couldn't have done it without your Quidditch skills. It feels amazing!"
Ginny's head nodded in agreement. "It really does," her voice said. "I've always loved it, myself."
They all headed in,
The next day, Ron in Hermione's body informed Hermione in Ron's body that the "thing" (which was the only word Ron'd call it) was over, and everyone was happy.
That day Ron recieved letters from his Mum and Dad, and Bill. Each had read the Daily Prophet on the day Rita Skeeter's article appeared in it, and all the letters were frantically trying to confirm that there was a mixup.
Ron wrote back to both letters, his writing very neat as he had to do it with Hermione's hand. He was in the Common Room in her body, and Ron's body looked over at the paper he wrote on.
Dear Mum and Dad,
Don't worry about the article. It's a rather confusing story. See, when we were taking the potions for the project, we accidentally took the wrong ones and I turned into Hermione. Hermione turned into me, Harry into Ginny, and Ginny into Harry. So it was actually Hermione and Ginny answering Skeeter's questions, not me and Harry. Skeeter slipped them some Veritaserum, so they answered all her questions truthfully. Unfortunately we have to stay in the bodies we got when we took the first potion, so I'm still in Hermione's body. Sorry for the mixup. I hope it didn't alarm you too much.
Love,
Ron
"Look at what Mum wrote on her half of the letter," Harry's voice said, Ginny's mind inside reading the letter. "She said, 'I respect your decision when you admitted feelings for Harry, Ron, but I am still surprised. I always thought you and Hermione would get together.'"
"I know what the letter says!" Ron snapped through Hermione's voice. Ginny's voice emitted a snicker, but Ron's voice remained silent.
"I'm going to send these," Hermione's voice announced, folding the letters and sticking them in envelopes. "I think Pig's in the Owlery. I'll be back in a bit." Hermione's body, and Ron's mind, left the room.
Four mornings later at breakfast, a red envelope was dropped on the table in front of Hermione. It was addressed to Ron, and definitely a Howler.
"Oh no," Hermione's voice uttered. "It's definitely Mum. She'll kill me."
"Why?" a curious Ron's voice asked,
"I'll just get it over with," Hermione's voice decided, quickly ripping open the letter--
"RONALD WEASLEY! HOW DARE YOU BE SO CARELESS AS TO TAKE THE WRONG POTION! HERMIONE'S POTION, NO LESS! THAT POOR GIRL IS PROBABLY TRAUMATIZED WITH HAVING A BOY HAVING TO LIVE IN HER BODY FOR AN ENTIRE MONTH! YOU HAD BETTER BE RESPECTING HER PRIVACY, RONALD! AND IF I GET ONE COMPLAINT FROM HER OR HER PARENTS, YOU DON'T EVEN WANT TO KNOW THE CONSEQUENCES! Oh, and I'm very glad you're not in love with Harry, dear." The red envelope burst into flames, curled into ashes, and mysteriously blew away.
Everyone in the vicinity was laughing at the Howler's message. Ron's face was buried in his hands-- Hermione controlling them-- and Hermione's face was still wide-eyed and staring, then her face and tips of her ears went pink like Ron's usually did.
Ginny inside Harry's body was trying not to grin at her mum going off like that in a Howler to Ron.
Ron's face, crimson, emerged from inside his large hands. Hermione just thought of something, thus Ron's face smiled a little slyly. "You'd better respect my body, Ron, like any other girl would treat her body" Ron's voice said to Hermione's body. "You wouldn't want me to go off and send a letter to your mum, now, would you?"
Hermione's expression was hard, fixated on Ron's face. "You wouldn't."
"Annoy me and I just might inform your mum about your attempt at shaving," Ron's voice said gleefully.
"That's blackmail! So you don't want me to use the toilets, or change your clothes, or bathe anymore?" Hermione's harsh voice came out. Ron was surprised he had made her tone that way, for it was the exact tone she set on them when she was deeply disappointed at them forgetting to study for a big test, usually Snape's.
"Do it respectfully," Ron's voice said simply. Hermione was surprised she had made his tone that way, for it was the exact tone Ron set on her when telling her he did not care if he got another bad mark on one of Snape's tests.
"Respectfully? What d'you want me to do, shut my eyes?"
"If you must."
"I can't do those things blindly!"
"Well, just use being inside my body the way any other girl would."
"Any girl?" Hermione's voice asked.
"Well.. Most girls, then," a slightly perplexed Ron's voice said. "What does it matter? I'll send a letter to your mum if you don't, that's all."
There was a pause in which Ron inhaled deeply from Hermione's nose, trying to control his fury, glare still fixed on the form of Ron. "Fine," he said. "I'm not going to argue. I am going to treat your body the way most girls treat their bodies. All right?"
"Fine," Ron's voice said, his arms crossed and a smile of satisfaction on his face.
Ron in Hermione's body left early from dinner that day, lying to the bodies of Harry, Ron, and Ginny that he didn't feel well. He went straight to the empty common room, then up the stairs to the girls' dorms. Unfortunately, they, unlike the common room, were not completely empty.
"What are you doing here?" Parvati (who, Ron supposed, was actually Lavender) said, who was rummaging around in her drawer.
"Er-- my potion wore off, and my flask's empty, and I just came.. to.. get some more from my cabinet." Without waiting for a reply, Ron in Hermione's body made a beeline for the bathroom.
A few minutes later, her body emerged and hurriedly left the dorm, then went to the boys' dorms instead, pushing a few handfuls worth of stuff under his bed, and he remained there until the others came up after dinner to sleep.
"Feeling all right?" Ginny's voice said, finding Hermione's body lying in Ron's bed.
"Yes, very much, thank you Harry" Hermione's voice said to Ginny's body, smiling.
"I don't like that grin, Ron," Ginny replied.
"Well, you know how Hermione was lecturing me on treating her body the way most girls treat their bodies while I'm in it this morning?" Hermione's voice said as she sat up.
Some of the other boys entering the room began listening, for they, too, had overheard Ron and Hermione's breakfast row.
"Yeah," Ginny's voice said slowly.
"Well, I'm going to give her a surprise," Hermione said furtively.
"Okay, but I'm having nothing to do with this, okay?" Ginny's voice asked.
"Right."
"So if Hermione gets mad it's all on you, all right?"
"Deal," Hermione's voice said again, still grinning.
"Why're you so keen on getting Hermione mad?" Ginny asked curiously.
Hermione's stare turned odd, and looked at Ginny. "I'm not keen on it. It's just.. Well, it's not like I haven't done it before."
"Right you are."
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