))Not-Really Aspirin((

Part II: An Embarrassing Predicament.

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Some notes: ' ' and italics are thoughts. Double quote marks are dialogue.

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Seamus was apparently quite shocked. "Wow, Ron!" he exclaimed, starting to laugh. "Those are

some mighty fine bulges ya got there!" [Hahahahahahahahahahahahahaaaa!]

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Ron plunked down grumpily into the seat beside Harry at the Gryffindor table. "Feeling okay, Ro—" He fainted.

Ron shook his head at the unconscious Potter and turned to the bushy-haired witch. "Hermione, do you EVER check labels of stuff?"

Hermione bit her lip. "What, the aspirin I gave you?" She had an odd expression on her face, like she was trying not to laugh. "But it said maximum strength ASPIRIN. I double checked before I got it at the apothecary! The witch working there told me it was the best they had, that the headache would go away instantly!"

This did nothing to improve his mood. "Well, it did, but it did something else, too," he shot back hotly.

Hermione slumped in her chair. "You should go see Madame Pomfrey."

Ron snorted. "Well, me, I'm never taking any of your suggestions again." He busied himself with the toast as Harry blinked, trying to remember where he was... "So maybe I won't." He looked up from the butter and shook the knife at her. "I wouldn't have minded if you had changed my hair colour or something, but I really don't appreciate having breasts when I shouldn't."

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There was a great uproar of laughter from the Slytherins clumped in the hallway. Draco Malfoy caught up with them and stopped dead in front of Ron. His eyes gleamed maliciously.

"So what I've been hearing is true." He started to snicker. "Are they real, Weasley?"

Ron smirked back with a face just as evil. "Yeah. Wanna see 'em?"

"I'd rather not," Malfoy drawled, a disgusted look encroaching upon his pointed face. "I don't think you'd want to mess up your perfect arrangement of Kleenex? Always shunted away from the spotlight, being with Potty here, looking for some attention of your own?"

"No. And I haven't stuffed my shirt, Malfoy…shit, I'm late." He pushed past the blonde and hurried to his next lesson.

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He probably should have gone to Madam Pomfrey, but, still being quite angry at Hermione, decided against it.

Not that Madam Pomfrey's an awful healer or anything, she's not, but with Hermione's advice, I'd probably end up with all female parts!

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Harry turned around. He had been talking to Ron as they walked out of Potions class, and now he was gone. Backtracking was in order.

The Boy who Lived found his best friend standing two feet from the dungeon door, looking pale, frightened and disgusted at the same time. "What's the matter, Ron?"

Ron turned slowly to him and stared with wide eyes. "Malfoy just told me that I turn him on."

Harry laughed. "Whoo…lucky you, then!"

"No, not lucky me! Are you even listening to me?"

"Yes, I am."

"Not you're not!"

"Duckies!"

"…what?"

"Idono. I just had this weird urge to say 'duckies'. That's all." Harry scratched his head.

"You need help, my friend."

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What do you think? I had this all mapped out, and then… poof I just went on a rampage and paid absolutely no attention to my notebook. Blegh. Sometimes I make myself wonder…

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