DISCLAIMER: I do no own any of J. K. Rowling's creations. I repeat: THEY DO NOT BELONG TO ME!!

It was Monday. And everyone knows what comes after Monday. And so, with this knowledge of what was coming, Hermione decided to use her brains and apologize to Ron for beating him over the head with a book. After all, it had been four days since that night when the trio made that wiggy discovery in the dungeons. And as you all know, our magical little friends were in the middle of a feud when we last left them, and this time, Ron did not forget about that bruise.

So anyways, Hermione was going to fix this little predicament so they could all sort out their priorities. First and forth most, of course, was Tuesday night at Toadpimples.

"Hello Ron," Hermione said, sitting down next to him at the Gryffindor. "I'm sorry."

"What are you sorry for?" Ron asked, eating a giant spoonful of cheerios.

"For beating you over the head with that book."

"WHAT!?" Ron gasped (apparently he DID forget), spitting cheerios all over Dean ("Nice.") "You beat me over the head with a book!? I THOUGHT YOU, OF ALL PEOPLE, COULD APPRICIATE A PRETTY FACE!! BUT NO!! OBVIOUSLY I WAS WRONG!!"

"I'm sorry. I've learned my lesson. And to show you that I'm sorry," Hermione said, "I bought you this!!" She handed Ron a gift bag.

"WOW!!" exclaimed Ron. "Every Flavor Beans!! I never did figure out what the new flavor was though..."

"Anyways, do you forgive me?"

"How could I not?"

"I think you should go apologize to Harry for strangling him," Hermione suggested.

"Oh Hermy," Ron smiled. "You are just the best friend a guy could ask for!"

Then they hugged and it was just a great moment.

Just then, Fred walked by. Ron threw his spoon at him.

"Hey Fred!!" he shouted. "I lowered my cholesterol!!"

"Why'd you go and do that?" Fred asked.

"Just because I'm sexalicious doesn't mean I can't have a heart attack, you know!" Ron exclaimed. Apparently over the past four days he had become very health conscious.

Fred shrugged and walked away.

Then Hermione and Ron went out in search of Harry. They found him putting on a sock puppet show for his camera.

"Hey Harry," Hermione said.

Harry turned and pointed a socked hand at her menacingly. "I thought YOU weren't talking to me."

"Wow! Sock puppets!! NEATO!" Ron exclaimed.

"I've forgiven you," she replied matter-of-factly.

"NOT accepted."

"Harry," Hermione rolled her eyes. "C'mon, get over this. We gotta figure out how we're gonna get into that club tomorrow night."

"What are you gonna do for me?" Harry said stubbornly.

Hermione thought for a second. "Me and Ron will do a romantic segment for HarryCam."

"Wait what?" said Ron, who now had a sock on his hand and was being a ventriloquist.

"That's right."

Ron shrugged. "Okay."

"Okay, I accept," Harry said. "Anyways, this tape was getting kind of boring without you guys."

"Film me," said the sock puppet on Ron's hand. "Film me."

Harry looked at Ron who nodded very sexy and convincingly. Harry turned to Hermione.

"We definitely need this," she said.

"Agreed."

"YAY!!" shouted the sock puppet.

And so then Harry picked up his camera and filmed Ron and the sock puppet (which he named Larry). By the way, Larry and Ron looked hunkalicious. And since Ron had finally found someone who was equally photogenic, they decided to be friends till the end. It was a frolicking through daisy fields kind of friendship. Seriously. And I bet in the background the music was singing "sometimes when we touch, the honesty's too much... and I have to close my eyes, and hide..." Meant to be.

"Okay," Hermione said later that night. "We are going to have to age ourselves so we can get into that club. Luckily, I got a 'Ten Years In Ten Minutes' kit for Christmas. So we have that figured out."

"And I have my invisibility cloak so we can sneak there, easy peasy," Harry said.

"Good," Hermione nodded.

"And I have some Metamucil so we can stay regular," Ron added.

Harry and Hermione just stared at him for a few seconds.

"What?" said Ron. "Beautiful people have to maintain their health too, you know."

THE NEXT EVENING

"Well boys! Are you ready to put this plan into action?" Hermione said, holding up a green tube with the words 'Ten Years in Ten Minutes" printed neatly on it. "This is the aging cream. You rub it evenly over your face in an upward and outward motion. Like a facial mask. Then you leave it on for ten minutes and PRESTO! You're ten years older."

"Ugh!" Harry growned. "This is SO girly. Why don't we just have a makeover party while we're at it."

"Don't tell me you've never used a facial mask, Harry," Ron said.

Harry gave Ron a disgusted look.

"I should have known," Ron said huffily. "You can see your pores from a mile away. Someone with your reputation should know to practice good skin care."

"Ew, Ron, you do all this facial stuff?!" Harry exclaimed.

"Hey, these pores don't clear themselves, you know."

So they rubbed the goo, which happened to be green (like in the new Green Day "American Idiot" video) all over their faces. They all looked like the dead people in the original "Dawn Of The Dead".

"Guess what else I've got!" Hermione said slyly.

"Fruit and oatmeal bars? OH I just LOVE fruit and oatmeal bars!" Ron exclaimed.

"Nope," Hermione said and then pulled a cucumber and a knife out of her pocket. "Cucumber slices!"

Ron was just giddy with glee. "FOR THE ULTIMATE FACIAL EXPERIENCE!"

"There is no way I am putting cucumbers on my eyes," Harry put his foot down. "I am putting my foot down."

"Since when did you become so macho," Ron said. Then he shoved Harry down and put the cucumbers over his eyes. "You are just going to have to deal with it."

And so Harry dealt with it but looked extremely uncomfortable dealing with it. Hermione and Ron, on the other hand, were obviously enjoying the pampering.

"We should do this more often," said Ron.

Ten minutes later

The trio all washed off the masks. Hermione was a pretty good looking twenty-four year old, except her hair was bushier than ever. Harry the twenty-four year old was about as hunkalicious as the fourteen year old Ron. Who'd have thought that Harry could grow up to be a babe! And Ron. The twenty-four year old Ron was.........

...............bald.