Closer Than Requested
Taya J Weasley

The next morning, Ron awoke feeling refreshed and his mind cleared. Well, at least he felt that way until Hermione's subconscious woke up as well.
What the… where am I?!
"Morning, Ron." Harry yawned from his bed. "Sleep well over there?" He craned his neck to peak inside the half-opened curtains.
"More or less." Ron stretched his arms and scratched his head. "Oh no."
"What's wrong?"
"I just realized that I have to shower."
"From the way you've been smelling, yeah, that'd be a good idea."
"No, you don't understand," Ron stood up and emphasized his sentence with his hands,
"I have to take a shower." The other boys in the dormitory looked at Ron like he was mad. Why was he talking to his best friend like he was stupid?
"…Ohh."
Ron!
I know, I know, Hermione. But you have to admit: it's time for me to shower!
But…!!
"You can always try to keep your eyes closed, mate." Harry shrugged, not knowing what to say.
"Afraid to see yourself naked, Ron? Afraid you'll need some sort of… compensation?" Dean and Seamus cracked up, and Harry willed a small laugh himself.
"Oh stuff it you three," was all that Ron could reply.
I guess all I can do is keep my eyes shut, Hermione. Sorry.
Sigh, shut them tight, Ronald. And boy do I mean tight.

"Hermione is going to hate me, Harry."
"Why?"
Thanks for keeping them closed!!
"I grabbed the shampoo instead of the eye-safe face wash, what was I supposed to do! I would like to be able to see." Harry laughed. Ron was more answering Hermione out loud than anything, but it informed his friend as well.
"So you automatically looked to your," he paused, not knowing what to call it here at the breakfast table, "looked to your doink-doink?"
"Harry! I'm scarred enough already! Don't call his … a doink-doink." Harry was cracking up, but lowered his voice.
"I'm sorry Hermione, but," he stopped to breathe, "this is rather," he breathed again, "amusing, to say the least!"
"He still didn't have to look at it!" she paused, and then Ron spoke. "Well I didn't mean to, but I not only dropped the shampoo, but I went on to drop the face wash as well as that damned rubber duck Neville keeps leaving in there!" Harry continued to laugh, repeatedly commenting on how hilarious the whole situation was.
"What's hilarious?" asked Ginny, as she sat next to Ron. "Did I miss something?"
"No." Ron said curtly. "Did you need something?"
"Actually, I was wondering if you knew when Hermione was coming back, she said she wanted help with something… Well, we were supposed to meet tonight to… work on something. Any chance she'll be back soon, do you know?"
Ron felt his face flush, though it was Hermione that was doing it. Hermione spoke this time, "Oh, she told me to tell you never mind. She's given up," she paused, "trying to get the extra credit. She said it wasn't worth it."
What? Hey! I can't read these thoughts you're having…Why not?! I want to know!
Hush.
Her-mi-o-neeeee… He was able to whine in his own head.
Quiet!
"Are you sure, she was kind… really serious about this extra credit." Ginny raised an eyebrow suspiciously.
"That's all she told me, Gin, sorry." He stood up from the table, "I have to go. Bye."

Ron left the Great Hall rather quickly, and it was only when they were in the Hall did he stop. Well, Ron took back control of his body from Hermione.
"You can't run, 'Mione, I'm still right here."
Go away. Ron laughed.
"You know I can't. And you know that you can't get away either."
Then just drop it. You have class.
"And you?"
I… will be accompanying you.
"Yeah, well, you're going to have to get used to not taking notes." Ron said with a smirk as he walked into Flitwick's Charms class.
Oh no sir, Ronald Weasley!
"This should be an interesting class," Harry commented behind him, making him jump.
"At least Flitwick will be happy to see Ron taking notes."
"Ha, yeah right, Harry."
"Well, think about it, you think that Hermione is just going to sit there and let your body go unused? More specifically your hands with a quill and parchment." Harry smiled and walked into the room, he could tell that Ron and Hermione were having some sort of inner monologue debate.

Ron scribbled the last of his notes down just as Professor Flitwick dismissed the class. Exhausted and with a hand cramp, he headed towards the door.
"Oh, Mr. Weasley?" Flitwick called, "do you mind copying those notes for Ms. Granger? I know she's quarantined, but I would hate to have my top student fall behind." Hermione blushed for Ron, nodded and left the room.
"My top student… yeah, you can copy them when you get your own body back, my hand feels like it has knots tied in it."
Oh Ron, you know it's good for you.

Only if having a gimpy hand is an upgrade in life.
"Ready for Potions, you two?" Harry asked as he clapped Ron on the back.
"Ugh," was the only reply he received.

"Settle, settle," Snape said as he entered the dungeon. The demand was highly unnecessary since hardly anyone was even breathing; unless you counted Malfoy who was reenacting his Filibuster toss to Pansy Parkinson who was giggling hysterically. "As you are aware, majority of this class has been doing rather…" he paused to throw a glare at Neville Longbottom, "appalling, in this class."

Well, I thought I was doing rather well.
Oh please, Ron, you were hardly paying attention.
Well… I clearly made the Corporeus Mutarlas potion correctly, didn't I?!

…Well, I have to admit I'm surprised you remembered the name of it.

Hey!

"Mr. Weasley!" Ron snapped out of his conversation. "Is there a reason you are not paying attention?"

"No, sir."

"In the future, please leave your daydreaming outside this dungeon," Snape snarled. "Now everyone take out a piece of parchment, there is a pop quiz on the board for you." With a flick of his wand Snape revealed the quiz on the chalkboard. "You have twenty minutes. Begin now."

Everyone started to copy the questions as fast as they could and Ron was no exception.

Hey, I might actually pass this quiz!
Finally decided to pay attention, did you?

…Well, with you in my head, where could I go wrong? Ron smirked to himself, but it was quickly wiped away by Hermione's force.
You think that now I'm going to help you, Ronald Weasley? I don't think so.
C'mon, Hermione! Please? I'm sure the grade will be halved with you anyways; Snape knows what happened!
No. You can do your own work.
Fine.

"What is the direct translation of corporeus mutarlas?" Ron read quietly to himself.

Well… thanks for nothing, Hermione. Ron started racking his brain as he read over the questions. The harder he thought, though, the more answers that came to him. Thanking the spirits that he had remembered all of this, he scribbled it down before he forgot.

"Jokes on me, I did not ask for love letters…"
Hermione, do you mind? Stop singing!!
"I miss you so much, I long for your love…"
"Argh!" Ron had semi-grunted out loud, without realizing.

"Problem, Mr. Weasley?" Snape asked with an arched eyebrow.

"No, sir." Ron grumbled to himself and went back to his paper. Now I got that bloody song stuck in my head.
Now you have the song stuck in your head.
Shut up, Hermione.

"Well, that wasn't so bad now was it?" Ron asked casually as he and Harry walked out of the dungeon.

"I couldn't answer number six," Harry said frowning, "who cares what kind of rock and feather blah, blah, blah?"
"Oh, that wasn't so bad, the one asking us to answer in Latin almost had me though."

"Yeah, but you're lucky to have Hermione's brain in there too," Harry patted Ron's head.

"No! She didn't even help me, not a bit." Ron looked annoyed, "though she did get some dumb love song stuck in my head."

It's a good song!

"Shut up, Hermione." Ron turned back to Harry, who was smirking. "What?"

"Sorry, mate, but you look sort of mad talking to yourself in the middle of the halls."

"Yeah, yeah. But-"

"Hey, Ron!" Ron turned and saw the twins calling him over to the entrance of the Great Hall. "Come here, little brother!"

Oh no.
"We don't bite, honest!" The twins eventually dragged Ron away from Harry and the rest of the general populous. "Now, Ron, there's something we've been meaning to talk to you about."

Ron felt his face flame. "W-what?"

"Well, last week," George started, allowing Fred to finish, "we overheard a little conversation about our favorite little bother."

"Brother," George corrected.

"Right, brother."

"What're you two getting at?"
"Well, we happened to walk in on one Ginny Weasley, with one Hermione Granger, and their conversation was... englightening, to say the least."

"Oh yes, the very least..."

Author's Note: Sorry! I had to leave it there for now. What do you all think? Please review... I need reviews to let me know if I should finish this fic or leave it to rot away... Please? :)