Hey its me again with my sad ass story.......... at least i think so..... tell me what you think. Heres the next chappie:

Chapter 7: Confessions: Harry and Dumbledore

When Ron and Hermione entered the Great Hall in search of Prof. Dumbledore, they were greeted by none other than Harry Potter.

"Wow! I'm surprised you're not at each others throats!" he said, "And I see we've gotten dressed, yes?" Both Ron and Hermione smiled and nodded pathetically at him. Harry eyed the two suspiciously, they were acting really strange.

"So..... Did you two make up yet?"

Ron and Hermione exchanged anxious glances.

"Well?...." Harry interrogated, looking quite frustrated with them, while Ron and Hermione exchanged anxious glances once more.

"Er, uh, er...." Ron, but in Harry's eyes, Hermione stammered.

"Yeah, er, mate, me and 'Mione, made up all right!" The corporal Ron, but mental Hermione said as she placed Ron's arm around her body's waist. At the contact the two blushed rather profusely, and looked at the ground.

Of course they hadn't really apologized. They had come to a silent agreement, not to seem too awkward, or draw to much attention to themselves.

"Heya Ron?" came Harry.

"Yeah," both Hermione, being in Ron's body, and Ron answering to his own name, though he appeared as Hermione, answered Harry.

"Ummm RON..." Harry expressed, grabbing hold of Hermione as Ron's arm, "Can I talk to you a sec?"

"Uh, yeah, erm, sure mate." Hermione said continuing her fake persona as Ron.

"So did ya get any?'

"WHAT!?!"

"Did you finally snog her senseless?"

"Excuse me!"

"Well I was talking to Seamus earlier, and he said he saw you, and a scantily clad Hermione, scurry off to your dorm. Well when you guys didn't come down to breakfast until now, and that whole arm around Hermione's waist thing, I figured..." Harry explained.

"I can assure you we did nothing of that manner! I can not believe you would assume that! Of all, the people, Harry James Potter, I did not expect this sort of behavior from you!"

"Wait.... What are you..... Hermione????!!!!????"

Hermione hesitated for a moment before breathing "Yes.." softly, tight lipped.

Harry stared at her oddly, observing everything and nothing at the same time."How?" he mumbled to himself. Hermione grabbed Harry's forearm, and pushed him over to her body, or Ron.

"Okay, listen Harry! This morning Ron and I woke up in eachothers, well the others body. I don't how or why it happened, but all I do know about the situation at hand, is that Ron can inadvertently(AN: is that a word?) control his own sexual organs, even though in my body. I know frightening! So now we have to find Dumbledore before we get stuck like this forever!" Hermione explained.

"Harry!" cried Ron, "I'm a bloody girl! Look, I'm wearing a friggin' skirt!" Ron ran his fingers along the pleats in his skirt, as he looked at Harry sadly.

"You can not tell a soul Harry! Otherwise they'll think we're crazy! Harry?"

"Ha ha, very funny Ron. Nice joke, you guys can stop now." Harry managed to say as he punched Hermione as Ron's arm.

"I'm dead serious! And you mean Hermione!"

"No I don't, you're Ron."

"Harry," Hermione sighed impatiently, "I am Hermione!"

Harry watched horror struck as who appeared to be Ron, placed his hands on his hips and began to tap his foot, much, if not exactly like Hermione did.

"Holy galloping jelly beans! You are Hermione!" Harry realized, "Then if you're Hermione, Who's this?" he pointed at Hermione's body.

"Bloody Hell Harry! Haven't you been listening to a thing Hermione was going on about! Well, I shouldn't be talking, I wasn't listening to Miss This-is-this-and-that-is-that either!" Hermione's body laughed.

"Ron?"

"Who else." Ron replied, flashing his trademark lopsided grin.

"Harry, we've wasted enouhg time, we have to see the Headmaster. Please try and save any other questions for later."

The two, now the three, then continued on in search for Professor Dumbledore.

The Headmaster was no where to be found as they searched along the staff table, so they went for the next best thing. McGonagall.

The trio approached the Professor, and Ron stepped forward and said,

"Erm, Professor? Could I have a word?"

"Yes Miss Granger." McGonagall answered, pretending to be totally oblivious to what this was about.

"Well, erm, thats the thing. I'm not Hermione?"

"Hmm....Then, who may I ask, are you?" she raised her brow in continuation of her charade.

Ron came closer, lowered his head, and said faintly, "I'm Ron."

"Why, Of course you are!" came Prof. McGonagall. "And I suppose you wish to see the Headmaster?" Ron nodded anxiously, and embarrassed at the same time.

"Follow me, and do bring the real Miss Granger with you, Mr.Weasley. Oh, and Mr.Potter can come along if he wishes."

Without another word, McGonagall turned sternly on her heel, and briskly walked out of the Great Hall, at a steady, if not gruelling pace. Hermione, Ron, and Harry trailed behind the Professor, barely keeping up with her, even at a slow jog.

Out of breath, the Golden Trio, reached their destination, witt he aide of McGonagall. They stood before the entrance of Dumbledore's office, the most likely place where he would be. Of course, that being the only, place Hermione and Ron had not even thought of searching.

"Cockroach Clusters." Prof. McGonagall said, and with a flick of her hand, the staircase to his office appeared. Cautiously, the group made their way up the stoney stairs, and into the rounded room.

"Ah, Miss Granger, Mr.Weasley," came the Headmasters voice from behind his desk, in his chair facing the opposite direction. "I was wondering, when I would be seeing you two. Oh and I see you've brought Mr.Potter as well." It was really weird when he did things like that. In fact it was very creepy.

"You know about this then? You know who did this to us?" Hermione asked, stepping forth as Ron.

"Yes Miss Granger, I do." adressed Dumbledore.

"Why? How? Who?"

"I can not tell you exactly why, but I can vaugely explain it. You see, I, with the help of Minerva, here, wanted to show Mr.Weasley and yourself, what it would be like to live as the other, to better understand eachother. After witnessing your arguments in the Great Hall, we decided to place a very complex body switch charm on you both.

"But, how can we reverse the spell, Professor?"

"Ah, that I can not share."

"I don't mean to be rude Headmaster, Sir," Ron spoke up for the first time, "But, tell us how! You bloody old man!"

"Now, now, Mr.Weasley. Temper, temper. I can give you a hint as to go about back to normal. (An: I dunno how this actually goes, so im just gonna make it up...)'If truth of heart is what you lack, Selfless love will change you back.'" A twinkle gleamed in the old man's eyes, beneath his half moon spectacles.

"What the bloody hell is that supposed to mean!" shouted RonHermione, towards the frail old Headmaster.

"Mr.Weasley!" McGonagall spoke, her tone very stern. "If you speak once more, with such vulgar language, I'm afraid I will NOT hesitate to give you a months detention. Even if you are in Miss Grangers body!"

"Minerva," The Headmaster hissed, gently, casting her a rather cross look.

"Sorry Albus." McGonagall nodded.

"It's quite alright. Now Mr. Weasley, it is up to you and Miss Granger to find out exactly what I mean. Now if there are no further accusations, or questions....." Professor Dumbledore said, as he motioned towards the door, but he was rudely interrupted.

"Just how long do you expect us to pretend to be eachother?" asked Hermione.

"As long as it takes for you to see."

"So basically you want us to act like nothing happened, while we try to find out the meaning of 'Selfless Love'?"

"Yes, thats about it. If there are no more questions, I have some important business to tend." said Dumbledore once more.

"Actually Professor,"

"Yes, Harry." Dumbledore adressed to him, rather frustrated.

"I still don't quite understand how this happened. I mean the concept is just mind boggling! Ron is IN Hermione's body, and Hermione is IN Ron's body. How on Earth does that work?" Harry vented, voicing his opinion for the first time.

"Well Harry, it seems to me, that you are more disturbed about the whole situation than Mr.Weasley, and Miss Granger combined," the headmaster chuckled, "But I am afraid, I can not answer your questions. I am terribly late terribly late for a meeting, and by terribly I do not mean fashionably late. So I best be off." and so, with a loud 'CRACK!' Prof. Dumbledore disappeared.

AN: There is that long enough for u guys!! If its not well too bad!:P i'll have to admitt its not the funniest but u know i had to fit all this info in somehow. Thanx to my reviewers Mijy, Devilsdream15, Sclub8 and Ron Hermione fan, and, Shiresaphire