The waiting game

Disclaimer: This document on the screen of your PC involves characters and concepts belonging to a dear young Scottish lass by the name of JK Rowling, and also now owned by a big greedy nasty company called Warner brothers that USED to be fun and nice and made cool cartoons.
The author of this piece of fiction would like to add that she does Not make money out of this piece of fictitious writing- she just enjoys writing it.  

Authors note: That's it! LAST chapter! There's a little epilogue tacked on the end out of amusement, but basically the last meaty bit of the story is here… (Hmmm… note to self- never use the word "meaty" as a verb.)

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Lucius recovered his composure rather quickly however. Ron noted with a slight relief he did NOT return his hand to the almost painfully tight possessive grip he had before.
"Preposterous Arthur." He sneered "I have heard of no such spell." Ron began edging away slightly, but felt a firm grip on his arm, Looking around wildly he saw Draco… looking through his own eyes. Again, he got this wave of unreality about it all. Harry and Hermione moved up behind Draco glaring at him.
"Father, it's true, this disgusting Weasly stole my body. I woke up in this." The Draco/Ron said, holding out his arm, face twisting into a mask of pure disgust.
Lucius' eyes were moving, going from Draco to Ron to Arthur to the magical reversal unit.
"If this is some kind of joke…" He hissed. One of the reversers came forward.
"No joke Mister Malfoy. We believe the spell was activated when both Your son and Mister Weasly's fell asleep on the thought of BEING each other…"
"Is this true?" Lucius snapped, somewhere between Draco and Ron, obviously unsure who to address it to.
"Yes father." Draco said obediently. Lucius repressed a slight shudder at being addressed so out of what appeared to be Ron's mouth. "I was wondering just last night how disgustingly depressing and tatty a Christmas at a hole like the Weasly's would be…"
"DON'T you talk about my house like that you disgusting… evil…" Ron started yelling, then slapped a hand over his mouth, stepping back from about to throttle… himself, really.
Lucius turned his gaze onto him, a cold pinning, piercing gaze that suddenly made Ron's insides freeze.
"So…"He snarled, advancing on him "So… You pretended to be my son. You ate at our table, you…" his face contorted with rage, as he undid his wand from his cane, Ron was retreating rapidly, terrified. He'd seen what this man would do as casual punishment…
 "LUCIUS!" Arthur said sharply, grabbing the fuming Malfoy and wrenching him back. For a few seconds it looked as if Lucius would turn on Arthur.
"Lucius, that's your son's body, you harm it…" Arthur warned. Lucius regained his composure in about half a second.
"Quite right." He gestured to the reversal unit. "Change them back." He grabbed Draco's arm, Draco still in Ron's form. Draco had been smiling smugly as his father had almost dismembered Ron, but was now looking a little disappointed.
"Wait a minute Lucius." Arthur said smoothly, grabbing Draco's other arm
"When they change back, the body's will remain the same."
Ron bit his lip. His father guided him slowly to the man that had, seconds ago, looked like he was about to curse him.
"I don't want you in possession of my son when they're returned. Give him here." Arthur said calmly. Lucius' eyes narrowed in hate.
"You think I would harm the boy?" He asked, insulted. Arthur continued relentlessly.
"No, Lucius, I KNOW you would." He tugged the now sulky looking Draco free and pulled him out of Lucius' reach.
Lucius snatched Ron to him, his grip painfully tight.
"Alright, get this done with. I am needed at home." He snarled.
The magical reversers both faced one boy each, and began intoning a slightly complicated sounding spell. Ron felt nervous with the hand cutting circulation off in his arm, and the steady, unblinking gaze of the reverser. He tried to catch the words the reverser was saying but there was a buzzing in his ears.
There was suddenly a strange mauveish light enveloping him, and he felt extremely light and tingly- it was almost enjoyable.
He grew very warm and the scene started to look as if it was all underwater, wavering. Or through heat waves… or… He suddenly felt the too much food he'd eaten churning in his stomach. No. Draco's stomach. He shut his eyes, trying o block out the madly wavering scenery making him feel motion sick.
but between one breath and the next, he felt… different. Taller, not quite as full, lighter dressed, colder. He pain was no longer in his arm, but across his face. He tasted blood…
He opened his eyes and was looking at a different reverser. Beyond them were Draco and Lucius. His spirits soared, it had worked!

"Ron?" His father asked (HIS father!!! Not Draco's!)
He nodded, rubbing his face.
"Yeah, 'sRon."
He heard Hermione give a low squeal, hugging him and Harry patting him on the shoulder. He suddenly felt all the anxiety from before melting away.

Lucius was glaring at him across the room, but neither reverser seemed to want to move. He felt enormously grateful for them.
"Come on Dad, let's go home. I got presents to open!" he said, wanting that almost as much as he wanted to get out of Mister Malfoy's way…
"Come Draco." Lucius ordered, sending his son scurrying after him.

"So, Ron. What did you learn?" His father asked him as they waited their turn for the floo powder. Harry had already gone and Hermione was just getting her pinch now.
 "Well, money can't by everything- as cool as the food and all the stuff was, I like it home MUCH better." He said, taking his own pinch now as Hermione's green flames vanished.
"Good boy Ron… at least it wasn't a total waste." Arthur smiled, as the ministry dissolved before Ron in a rush of green.

"So, Draco, what did you learn?" Lucius asked as they strode down the hall to the dining area of their mansion.
"There's nothing appealing at all about poor, muggle loving fools." Draco spat, annoyed at how full he was. Stupid Ron.
"Good boy, Draco" Lucius smiled nastily as they entered the dining area. "At least your ghastly time there didn't erode your morals."

ENDE… Well, except for the little Epilogue.