Closer Than Requested
Taya J Weasley

"Ah, Mr. Weasley, shouldn't you be in class?" Madame Pomfrey walked away from what looked like a sixth year, covered, head to toe, in some sort of yellowish mold. "Oh don't worry about him, he'll be fine." She threw a glance over her shoulder, "though that will teach him not to tempt the Whomping Willow, won't it dear?" A muffle was heard from the student. "Now what can I do for you?"
Ron cleared his throat and felt his face burn. "Well… we, that is to say, Hermione Granger and I, we had sort of… an accident in Professor Snape's Potions class today."
"Oh? Is she okay, does she need me to-" Ron started waving his hands up and shaking his head.
"No, no, she's fine. Sort of…" Madame Pomfrey started to look rather annoyed.
"Is this some sort of… diversion?" She looked around suspiciously.
"No ma'am. It's rather hard to talk about. Can we speak in your office?"
"Of course, dear." She led the way. Once they were in she turned and closed the door lightly. "Mr. Weasley, if you're having some sort of 'sexual tension' with Ms. Granger, I'm afraid I can't help you."

Ron's face lit up, twice as red as normal. "No ma'am!" he started fumbling with his words. "You see… we, uh, the class, we we're making this potion and uh- it could make people change bodies. So I made it, well, Hermione made it, and Malfoy er- Draco, ma'am, he threw a firework into our, her, potion. It exploded everywhere and she disappeared. But she didn't disappear, we sort of… started to switch bodies."
Madame Pomfrey sat staring at Ron. "You mean to tell me that Hermione Granger is now walking around Hogwarts in your body, Mr. Weasley?"
"No, ma'am." He paused. "She's… in my body. With me."

"Mr. Potter." Snape looked down on his most beloved student.
"Yes, professor." Harry replied, as the bell rang.
"Please tell your friends," he looked at Ron and Hermione's belongings, still scattered on the table, "that twenty points will be deducted from Gryffindor for disrupting my class."
Harry opened his mouth to protest, but shut it before risking more house points. "Yessir."
"Good choice there, Potter." Snape walked away as Harry collected his friends' things.
"Where are they?" He mused to himself.

"I'm sorry to disturb you, Headmaster, but I think this is a tale that Mr. Weasley had to tell you himself."
"That's quite alright, thank you for bringing this to my attention." Dumbledore looked from Ron to Madame Pomfrey, "Now if you'll excuse us…"
"Oh, of course! Excuse me." And with a slight nod she left the room.
"I'm sorry, sir, please don't think I'm mad but-"
"Quite alright, Mr. Weasley." He took a slight pause and laughed softly, "As well as Ms. Granger. You see- this is not an odd occurrence. That's right," he said reacting to Ron's arched eyebrow, "this has happened before. Granted it was not caused by a firework…"

Ron, how will I be doing my homework, you can't go to my Arithmancy class!
Hermione please, can you please not worry about that right now. What happens if I need to pee???
Ron!
Exactly. There are more pressing matters, here, Hermione.
"Excuse me, Mr. Weasley?" Dumbledore interrupted.
"Oh! I'm so sorry sir, but Hermione and I were-"
"Yes, yes, it's okay. I'm sure this will take a lot of time to adapt to." He nodded slowly and wiped his glasses. "You may return to your common room, if you wish. Your teachers will be notified of this issue, and I'm sure Madame Pomfrey can have the antidote ready in no time."
"But sir, how exactly can we explain this to the others? I mean… fellow students."
Dumbledore thought for a minute. "If you wish, Ms. Granger, I will be happy to have the teachers follow the story that you had been so badly harmed by the potion that you had to be quarantined."
Ron nodded. "Thank you sir, I'm not sure easy it would be to explain that I'm stuck in a boy's body." She paused. "Especially this boy."
Hey!
Sorry, Ron. It's true.

"Ron!" Harry saw Ron as soon as he exited the hospital wing. "Where have you been?? Snape deducted twenty points from Gryffindor. Twenty points! All because Malfoy wanted to such a nasty little git…"
"Harry, please watch your language." Ron's hand flew over his mouth.
Hermione! We haven't even told him yet! Don't start making me act weird!
Well… he shouldn't be talking like that anyways!
We're guys Hermione, we don't care! Especially if Malfoy is a dirty, nasty little git.
Ron, listen, if I'm going to stuck in your body…
"EARTH TO RON!" Harry was snapping in front of Ron as he seemed to be spacing out. "Where'd ya go, mate?"
"Sorry, Harry," he apologized, beet red, "let's go to the dorm, we have a lot to talk about."
Harry raised an eyebrow. "…Okay."

After Ron explained the situation to Harry, there was (at first) no reaction. Then, as if struck by lightening, Harry's eyes got huge.
"You mean that she's here, now? I'm talking to BOTH of you?!"
"Yes."
"Same body, same mind, everything!?"
"Yes."
"…Liar!" Harry started laughing. "Where is she, really?"
"Right here!"
"Nah, that can't happen…"
"Well it did, and if you must know, Harry, this can and has happened, so you're going to have to accept it and deal with it like we are whether you like it or not." Ron raised his head higher, as if with more confidence. Harry went slightly pale.
"Oh my god she is in there."

Author's Note:Yeah, I haven't written in forever, but I figured I might as well finish the stories I never got around to… Please review and tell me if I should bother with this one. Taya J Weasley