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Chapter 8: The Bathroom incident

"Great! He was LOADS of help Hermione!" Ron commented sarcastically, as they made their way through the crowded hallways, back to Gryffindor Tower.

"Hermione, I think its best if we address one another by the others name in public, if you catch my drift." Hermione suggested sternly so as it was more like a command.

"Alright.......... er RON." he replied awkwardly having said his own name.

"That goes for you too Harry! You must only call us by our physical embodiments name, in the presence of our peers." Hermione said intellectually.

"Ummm riiiiiiiiiiighht........ whatever you say." Harry acted, as he did not comprehend one word of his friends ranting.

The three steadily approached the common room entrance, and climbed through the portrait hole after stating the password. Harry and Ron, mentally exhausted from the confusion that was the meeting with Dumbledore, slouched over to the comfy sofa in front of the fire, and slumped down at rest. Hermione paced around the room, thinking, and occasionally shouting at Harry and Ron, for 'laying about' at a time like this.

After about an hour or so, Hermione suddenly stopped pacing and stared venomously at Ron.

"What?!?" said Ron, puzzled as to why Hermione was glaring at him so.

"You!" She, well technically, he pointed. "This is all your fault!"

"ME!? Why? What the bloody hell did I do all by my lonesome to make those old bats switch-a-roo our bodies?" Ron questioned.

"If only you would have believed me about Viktor's letter that night, maybe let me explain....." she was cut off by Ron.

"Oh sure let's bring Vicky into this now eh? That's just what I need!"

"You should have known Ronald, that I don't give a damn about Viktor Krum! It was you I wanted, but you were only too daft to realize it!"

"Daft? I am not daft!" retaliated Ron.

"That's besides the point!" stated Hermione as Ron, "You should have known that I cared nothing about Viktor when we kissed!"

Ron adverted his eyes fomr Harry's gaze, he hadn't told Harry about his and Hermione's kiss.

"You guys kissed? Wait to go Ron! You old bugger you!" congratulated Harry, as he gave Ron as Hermione a forceful pat on the shoulder.

"Ow!"

"Sorry mate. heh heh!"

"Boys!" shouted Hermione, grabbing their attention once more. "Maybe, if Ron would have stopped to think about the whole situation a few days ago, about my feelings, heaven forbid! We wouldn't be in this mess in the first place!"

"Right. Always my fault! I'm an insufferable prat...... blahblahblah. I've heard it already okay? I'm too bloody tired to argue, I'm going to bed." said Ron in hopes to put a damper on the fighting.

"Oh no you're not! I am not letting you get ready for bed! I still don't trust you with my body! Accio- my -Hermione's night clothes and toiletries! Now, I'm going to gather your night, whatevers, so when my things come, meet me in the prefects bathroom." and so Hermione made her way up the boys staircases.

::Prefects Bathroom::

"Just lift your arms...... there all done." Hermione said, proud of her accomplishments. She had managed to successfully dress Ron, without any, er, disruptions. He was now attired in a black Weird Sisters concert T-shirt, plaid pyjama bottoms, and black fuzzy slippers.

"You can open your eyes now." Hermione as Ron instructed.

"Aww," whined Ron at the site of his outfit, "What happened to last nights PJ's, I REALLY liked those!" Of course he was referring to the lacy lilac barely existant sleepset, of this morning. Hermione shot him an ice cold glare.

"Sorry." he kicked at the ground.

"Ron, I have to go to the bathroom......" Hermione mumbled.

"Why are you telling me that? Just go!"

"Ron... its number one."

"So!"

"RON!" She glared at him, biting her lip. Gods he could be so totally clueless sometimes.

"OH!" He finally, said awkwardly. "Umm... er..go over to the urinal, and uh, Take IT out, and uh, just basically aim."

"Uh, right." Hermione mumbled once more, as she staggered over to the facilities. She stared at the porceline, what she called, 'a waterfall machine.' when she was a small child, and gulped. Ron's adams apple bobbed up and down, it was a strange feeling. She slowly began to reach downward when.....

"Ron, I can't. I just can't." She said waving her hands in the air.

"Here, I'll do it." and so Ron as Hermione wrapped his arms around Hermione's waist and took IT out.

After the 'business' was taken care of, he strangely mantained his grasp on his unmentionables. However, EXTREMELY awkward the whole situation was, it felt strangely, (emphasis on strangely,) comfortable.

Before Ron could remove his hands from their.. ahem.. grasp, the door busrt open and in walked....... "MALFOY!"

"Well, well, if it isn't the Mudblood! And Weaslby???!???!??? Holy hell!"

"Wait Malfoy.. this, this isn't what it looks like!" Hermione as Ron stuttered as she pushed Ron in her body off and fumbled with her trousers.

"Oh, so Granger wasn't giving you a hand job then? Couldn't go wank off, eh Weasel without the Mudbloods help?"

"Sod off Malfoy!" said who appeared to be Hermione but was actually as you already know, Ron.

"Tsk, Tsk, such strong language." Malfoy mocked.

"Listen up Bleachbrains!" Ron as Hermione clenched his fists. "First off, get the fuck out of here, go find Crabbe and Goyle, slap eachothers arses, cry for your Mommy, and then come back here so we can do this all again okay? Except next time I'll kick your Balls so hard that'll they actually go inside your fugly body!"

Malfoy stared at who to him was her, wide eyed, and mouth agape.

"Hello? Did you hear anything I just said fuck face? Or do I have to Hex you to get it through your fat head?" Ron in Hermione's body reached for his wand and Malfoy ran from the room squealing like a little girl.

"Wow Ron............." Hermione said adoringly for a breif moment, "How could you curse like that! My reputation!"

Ron smiled, "But you gotta admit, it was Bloody brilliant!"

All Hermione could do was blush and stare at the ground, so Ron took it as a yes.

Ron had the sudden urge to grab her hand.

'Should I do it???' he mentally argued with himself. Then Hermione lifted her head and smiled sweetly at Ron. That was it. Ron softly stroked Hermione's hand with his, which was awkward considering he was trying to hold his own hand, and began to entwine his fingers with hers.

Hermione quickly pulled away.

"Erm..... we should get going."

"Going?....... yes.... quite." Ron said feeling quite rejected indeed, as they headed out of the Bathroom, and back up to Gryffindor tower for the night.

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