HEyheyhey Guys!!!!!!!!!!!! Wow I havent updated in a long LOOONG time! And for that I'm v. v. sry! Its just ive been really busy and a bag of potatoe chips........ Nvr Mind well its partially Bcuz i couldnt think of anything that wud even live up the last chapter even by a smidgeon.... and well guess what?? i can't !!!!!!!!! That was by far the funniest thing i am even capable of writing so bare with me for the rest.... I dno how many more chapters there will be ..... but im open for sugestions on well ANYTHING!!! so heres the next part..

Chapter 9............ ?????

reason for title... just felt like it....

The next morning at breakfast, Ron and Hermione began stealing infatuatious (AN:Is that a word??) glances. Ron would stare at Hermione from across the table, until she looked up from her cereal. Ron would then pretend to talk to Harry or stare at his feet, while Hermione would do the same. Sometimes, they would catch each other staring, and smile and blush deeply.

Harry noticed their odd behavior and questioned them.

"Did something happen last night, or something because you guys are acting really strange again..... not that thats unusual or anything.."

"Umm, no? Why would you think that Harry?" said Hermione in Ron's body.

"Yeah mate? Why? Its not like I like Hermione or anything......." said Ron, shifting his eyes nervously, "Because I don't!" he added quickly.

"Okkkkkkk..............Well for starters theres that," Harry pointed out, "Plus you guys keep playing the classic game, a quite obvious one at that, of Eye footsie with one another."

"What?" cried Hermione.

"What the bloody hell is 'Eye footsie'? How is that even possible?"

"Ugh, you're so dim Ronald!.. I mean Hermione!" she corrected shifting her eyes,not wanting to draw to much attention.

"Eye footsie, is my 'made up' term for when, a man and a woman secretly admire each other from a distance, and in your case from across the table. For example, when Hermione here is looking else where, you," he pointed to Ron, " will stare at her in a , er, loving way, without her knowing, until she looks up, in your general direction. Then Ron, the stare-ee, looks away pretending he wasn't looking at you in a weird and gross way, that causes his mouth to hang open and drool to run down his lip, thought you might want to know that by the way," he said quietly to Ron,"Then the rolls are reversed, and the other party, Hermione, will do the same, more discreetly mind you, until you both look up at the same time.Then the blushing and the smiling start, and so on and so forth. It's all a very complicated process." Harry explained in one gigantic breath.

"Come again?" said Ron as Hermione with a confused expression.

"Honestly Ronald!" Hermione rolled her eyes,"Harry I can assure you Ron and I, were not playing 'Eye Footy' or whatever you call it. And nothing happened between us at all, I can guarentee it."

"Sure...." Harry replied obviously not convinced, " Erm, shall we head to class then?"

"Oh, you mean to Potions, in those nasty dungeons that smell like arse, with the ice cold benches, with that slimy, greasy, git Snape? Why not?" answered Ron.

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Down in the dungeons, Snape was being his usual dirty self, finding new excuses to deduct 50 points from Gryffindor.

"Now who knows how much luxweed is needed for the healing potion? Hmm... Mr.Weasley? perhaps..." questioned Snape.

"uhhhh.." Ron as Hermione stammered.

"Hold your tongue Miss. Granger, there will be no helping Mr.Weasley! Mr.Weasley?" Snape walked over, shadowing Hermione as Ron.

"Hmm?" she looked up.

"Mr.Weasley, do you or do you not know the answer to my question?"

"Oh, yes, erm, there is 25 grams of luxweed in the common healing potion." Hermione as Ron responded quite like her normal self, much to the class' surprise, not to mention Snape's, that was the correct answer.

"50 points from Gryffindor!" Snape spat," for such a lucky guess, or was it that Miss. Granger over here was slipping you the answer some how?"

"No Sir!" Hermione, who appeared as Ron exclaimed.

"Another 50 points for lying! Now on with the lesson!" Snape sneered, several groans came from the students, as Snape began to pair them off for the assignment.

"Potter and Weasley," Snape read, a hushed 'yes!' came from Harry as he knew he would defintely get top marks with Hermione as his partner. "Crabbe and Goyle," Snape continued," Longbottom and Thomas, Patil and Brown, Bulstrode and Finnigan, Parkinson and Zambini, and Malfoy and Granger!" he finished, as Malfoy flinched at Hermione's name. (He was still scared shitless, after last nights little, shall we say, encounter.)

Ron as Hermione turned to face Malfoy, and smiled and waved innocently at him.

"Boy, is this going to be fun!" he had a bemused expression on his face when Malfoy returned his guesture with a slight twitch.

"Oh Malfoy? Would be so kind as to get the ingredients?"Ron in Hermione's body asked, fingering his wand. Malfoy jumped up hurridly, knocking over his chair, and anxiously nodded his head. He stood there starring at who he thought was Hermione, wondering if she was going to hex him, before Ron said,

"Well go!"

Thats when it hit him. A sharp excrutiating pain in his abdominal area.

"Ouch! That was way weird!' he thought. Several minutes later, he felt it again. This time causing him to double over in pain. It was like someone was stabbing him with a knife 5,000 times in a row.

"Bloody Hell!" Ron as Hermione screamed.

"Miss Granger! Watch your tongue!" said Snape sternly

"I'm sorry Professor I need to see Madame Pomfrey."

"Fine! Hurry back."

"Why did he let me off so easy?" thought Ron, between the cursing and fliching caused by the shooting abdominal pains. He raced down the corridors, as fast as his petite, feminine body could, until he reached the door of the infirmary.

"Madame Pomfrey, Madame Pomfrey!" cried Ron, banging on the door.

"For heavens sakes child, I'm coming, I'm coming," came the voice of Madame Pomfrey, "What is it?" she said as she opened the door.

"Well, uh, I keep getting these stabbing pains, and they won't go away!" exclaimed Ron as Hermione.

"Where are they dear?" asked the nurse.

"Here," came Ron, rubbing his lower stomach. Mdme. Pomfrey clucked her tongue, and told Ron to sit on one of the cots.

"Whats wrong with me? Is my bladder gonna explode!? Do I have appendicitis!? Am I going to DIE!!!???!!!" Ron panicked.

"Heavens no! It's most likely some Pre-menstrual cramps."

"Just-WHAT?"

"Pre-menstrual cramps, cramps that come before menstrual flow begins."

"Huh?"

"Cramps that come before you period!"

"My WHAT!!!???????!!!!!"

"Miss Granger, we've already had this discussion three years ago, Now take these, and kindly return to class!" Mdme. Pomfrey ordered. Ron as Hermione downed two miniscule, red pills, and slowly trudged back to class, wondering what exactly was this 'period' stuff Mdme. Pomfrey was going on about.

A/N:Hmmm...that was short! i dno wut to say about this chapter its kinda weird but my friend gave me this idea of making Ron go throught the best part of being a girl! Yippee! ( if you can't tell that was just dripping with sarcasm) anyways REVIEW!! Don't hate if its bad! I've been on a really really long break from this! T.T.F.N! tata for now!!! I'll try and have the next chapter up soon k? i already have it written!