Author's Note: Thank you for the support!
To whoever said this: If you look back in the chapter 'Nice to see myself Again', you will see where it breifly states that Petunia is a witch. Sorry, but I couldn't find the reveiw to put your name here.
Everyone else: Thank you for the reveiws! It means so much. I relized I ahven't updated in sooo long, so I desided to write another chapter.
Chapter 14:
"Eat up, Hermione! You've hardly had a thing all day," Mrs. Weasly urged her, pushign a basket of biscuts under Harry's nose.
"I...no, I'm not hungry...oh, alright," Harry mumbled, taking one and spreading the butter over it. He had to force it down his throat.
"Mum," Ron began, and Hermione knew what he was going to say. "I have a school project over the summer. I need a polyjuice potion. Right, Harry? Right Hermione?"
"Right!" Harry and Hermione said in unision.
"Oh?" Mrs. Weasly inquired. "Why do you need a polyjuice potion? How will it be used?"
"Well...erm...you see..." Ron struggled with an excuse. Hermione helped him out.
"We have to try and seperate the chemicals in it with our wands. It's very scientific. They insisted on a polyjuice potion," she said.
"Really now? How do you seperate them?" Mrs. Weasly asked, putting down ehr fork and elaning back, as if about to listen to a long story.
"W-well, we have to find the spell, which will take a while. Then, we have to seperate the chemicals. See, muggles can not do this because there is a chemical change, which they are unable to break. So...that's it," Hermione said, taking a bite of food so she wouldn't continue talking.
"Teachers these days! Giving these difficult assignments for the summer! Why, I hope they gave you resorses. This will take a century! You had better get to Diagon Alley quickly. We can go tomorrow," Mrs. Weasly confirmed and finished her meal. Hermione winked at Harry and Harry chuckled. Hermione was one clever little witch.
Across the table, Ginny saw the wink given by harry's body and her stomache churned. She followed the wink's gaze over to the target, Hermione. Emidiatly, she jumped to conclusions by the smile 'Hermione' gave. Her heart sank and she noted to talk to Hermione. ((How many times has this happened? Harry isn't even cute! Friends can't even smile at eachother these days? I have my friends mistaken as lesbians sometimes. What is this freaking world coming to??))
After dinner, Hermione went to Ron's room, trying to find something useful in Lily's old book. Sadly the diary laid, abandoned, underneath the bed. The dust collected by the minute, all resting in a small layer of dust on the cover.
Harry rolled out the sleeping bag, before Ginny stopped him, putting her hand on his. He felt a tingle run up his spine, but shook it away. He was Hermione at the moment and he didn't want to look gay.
"Hermione, Mum pulled out the old hammock muggles use. Dad said it is much more comfortable than the floor. Would you rather sleep in that?" She inquired, ehr large eyes peering into Hermione's that showed Harry's warmth.
"Sure, Gin...ny" he said. He didn't want to call her Gin. It was what he sometimes used in his own body. Together, they set up the hammock. They were almost through when Ginny spoke up.
"Hermione...you and Harry...do you like him?" She asked, trying to sound as casual as possible.
"Ginny! Why do people keep asking me this? No, I swear that I don't. We are just friends...nothing more," Harry promised her, a tone of irritation clearly visible through his words.
"I'm sorry. I know I should trust you to tell me," Ginny said. "Hey look! It's done!" The hammock stood on wooden legs, much to that of a swing set, only smaller. The green hammock was swinging uneasily as Ginny looked apon it with satisfaction. Harry put in a pillow and a blanket and crawled in as it swung back and forth, making Harry nervous of falling off.
"Well...erm...I'll get used to it," Harry said before falling right off.
"Hermione! Hermione! Hermione!" Ginny called softly. Harry groaned and rolled over. He screetched as he fell off something and went crashing to the floor and rolling almost out the door. "Hermione! Are you OK? O my goodness," Ginny puleld Harry up and brushed him off.
"Mm?" Harry asked, wobbling back and forth. Then, he came to his senses. "What ahppened?"
"You fell off the hammock," Ginny giggled slightly. "We are going to Diagon Alley in a few minutes. Hurrey and get dressed!" Ginny then began to take off her shirt and Harry turned away instantly.
"Are you OK?" Ginny asked, tapping his shoulder.
"Uh-huh," his voice cracked. He had a small urge to turn around. Another part told him she was just another girl. *Just another girl?* Harry thought. *Great, back with thinking as Hermione.* He stepped to the side and pulled out a pair of ripped shorts and a red tank top, then slipped out the door saying he wanted to brush his teeth as well. After the spell was said, he brushed his teeth and hair, admiring Hermione's curves, and then hopped down the steps to breakfast. Hermione looked up and glared at the outfit choice. Harry wasn't so pleased with hers or his, either. The shorts were riding up his butt and he felt as if he couldn't move his legs. Hermione had chosen a black, button-up shirt with plain blue jeans.
After the breakfast was eaten, Mrs. Weasly reminded them about floo powder and, one by one, they were sent into Diagon Alley.
"Now, Harry," she said, once Hermione stepped into the fireplace. "Be careful of what you say. Diagon Alley; Not Digonilly." Hermione nodded as if she understood and made it to Diagon Alley with no trouble. Harry went in next, rather nervous, and also made it. Mrs. Weasly, Ginny, Harry, Hermione and Ron all filed into the potions store.
"Look!" Hermione said, excitedly. "The polyjuice potions!"
"Well, you go ahead and find one, dears. Ginny, Dear, come with me to get you..erm..something," Mrs. Weasly said. Ginny blushed furiously and gave her mother a death glare before quickly ecsaping the confused faces.
Harry and Hermione rushed over to the potions. Hermione grabbed at the different potions that were already mixed a ready for usage.
"Some are stronger than others," Hermione said knowingly. "This one will last three hours, this one lasts five, this one lasts ten...and....YES!!! This one last 24 hours! It's as strong as they have it. There is enough of it for seven usages, meaning seven days, meaning one week. OH dear, it's the last one," Hermione rambled on and on, not noticing Harry had grabbed it and was bringing it to the counter. He pulled out some of his own money and piad for it.
"Let's go!" He mumbled, grabbing Hermione's shirt collar.
"What? We have to pay for-"
"Already did," he said and dragged the confused Hermione out of the store. Ron was gone in a candy store. They all met up for lunch and then used one of the fire places in a store to get home.
Hermione dragged Harry into the backyard. "If we drink it now, we can drink again at this time tomorrow, alright?"
"Sure. Let's take a walk..." he said, holding out his hermione-sized hand.
"It would be my pleasure," Hermione giggled. She ran inside, informed Mrs. Weasly of their departure, and they were off down the road.
"I can't wait to be in my own body again!" Hermione said wistfully. They reached a park and went into one of the outhouses. It was cramped and it stunk, but it was private. They took out the pre-made potion in small viles and added eachother's hair.
Just as Hermione was about to drink it, she relised that she wouldn't be in Harry's body anymore. It may sound stupid, but it just hit her. She would miss not seeing his hand whenever she grabbed something...although the uncomfortable lump in the pelvic area would be nice to be rid of. Sure, it was tempting, but Hermione played it safe and always would.
Hary was thinking near the same thing as her before he drank. He would miss the dresses, they were comfortable. But the two lumps in his upper area were nice, too....Harry gagged, partly from his sick mind, partly from the odor.
"You haven't even dranken it yet!" Hermione laughed. "Bottems up!" She took a drink, then made a face and gagged. Harry followed suit and then fell against the door. The old door began to creak as the weight on it increased. Harry closed his eyes and moaned. Hermione finally fell...convieniently on top of him, breaking the door, making them both roll out. Well, the line of people waiting to use the bathroom were less than thrilled. The older woman gave disaproving looks.
"Teenagers these days!" They muttered in disgust, not wanting to knwo what the giggling and moanng was. Mothers of small children glared at them and dragged the confused children away, wondering how many toilets were in there.
Harry looked up at Hermione, and she was Hermione! She had the lovely, choclate eyes and the heart warming smile and enveloped Harry in a wave of comfort. He hugged her tighly before she got off of him, offering her his hand.
"I feel weird," he said. Hermione laughed.
"I'm not feeling too comfortable in my own skin either. I feel like a girl!"
"You are a girl," Harry rminded her and kissed her on the forehead. Hermione blushed and Harry wondered why he had done that. "Erm...let's leave."
"Yeah."
Hey! Sorry for the delay. It may be difficult to get used to them being themselves for the next couple chapters, but it won't last. Try not to get to comfortable with it! Here are some things to look forward to:
Ginny wants to go after Harry now. She asks Hermione for help. Hermione agrees happily. If she doesn't like Harry, why does it hurt when he smiles at Ginny?
PLEASE REAVIEW!!!
To whoever said this: If you look back in the chapter 'Nice to see myself Again', you will see where it breifly states that Petunia is a witch. Sorry, but I couldn't find the reveiw to put your name here.
Everyone else: Thank you for the reveiws! It means so much. I relized I ahven't updated in sooo long, so I desided to write another chapter.
Chapter 14:
"Eat up, Hermione! You've hardly had a thing all day," Mrs. Weasly urged her, pushign a basket of biscuts under Harry's nose.
"I...no, I'm not hungry...oh, alright," Harry mumbled, taking one and spreading the butter over it. He had to force it down his throat.
"Mum," Ron began, and Hermione knew what he was going to say. "I have a school project over the summer. I need a polyjuice potion. Right, Harry? Right Hermione?"
"Right!" Harry and Hermione said in unision.
"Oh?" Mrs. Weasly inquired. "Why do you need a polyjuice potion? How will it be used?"
"Well...erm...you see..." Ron struggled with an excuse. Hermione helped him out.
"We have to try and seperate the chemicals in it with our wands. It's very scientific. They insisted on a polyjuice potion," she said.
"Really now? How do you seperate them?" Mrs. Weasly asked, putting down ehr fork and elaning back, as if about to listen to a long story.
"W-well, we have to find the spell, which will take a while. Then, we have to seperate the chemicals. See, muggles can not do this because there is a chemical change, which they are unable to break. So...that's it," Hermione said, taking a bite of food so she wouldn't continue talking.
"Teachers these days! Giving these difficult assignments for the summer! Why, I hope they gave you resorses. This will take a century! You had better get to Diagon Alley quickly. We can go tomorrow," Mrs. Weasly confirmed and finished her meal. Hermione winked at Harry and Harry chuckled. Hermione was one clever little witch.
Across the table, Ginny saw the wink given by harry's body and her stomache churned. She followed the wink's gaze over to the target, Hermione. Emidiatly, she jumped to conclusions by the smile 'Hermione' gave. Her heart sank and she noted to talk to Hermione. ((How many times has this happened? Harry isn't even cute! Friends can't even smile at eachother these days? I have my friends mistaken as lesbians sometimes. What is this freaking world coming to??))
After dinner, Hermione went to Ron's room, trying to find something useful in Lily's old book. Sadly the diary laid, abandoned, underneath the bed. The dust collected by the minute, all resting in a small layer of dust on the cover.
Harry rolled out the sleeping bag, before Ginny stopped him, putting her hand on his. He felt a tingle run up his spine, but shook it away. He was Hermione at the moment and he didn't want to look gay.
"Hermione, Mum pulled out the old hammock muggles use. Dad said it is much more comfortable than the floor. Would you rather sleep in that?" She inquired, ehr large eyes peering into Hermione's that showed Harry's warmth.
"Sure, Gin...ny" he said. He didn't want to call her Gin. It was what he sometimes used in his own body. Together, they set up the hammock. They were almost through when Ginny spoke up.
"Hermione...you and Harry...do you like him?" She asked, trying to sound as casual as possible.
"Ginny! Why do people keep asking me this? No, I swear that I don't. We are just friends...nothing more," Harry promised her, a tone of irritation clearly visible through his words.
"I'm sorry. I know I should trust you to tell me," Ginny said. "Hey look! It's done!" The hammock stood on wooden legs, much to that of a swing set, only smaller. The green hammock was swinging uneasily as Ginny looked apon it with satisfaction. Harry put in a pillow and a blanket and crawled in as it swung back and forth, making Harry nervous of falling off.
"Well...erm...I'll get used to it," Harry said before falling right off.
"Hermione! Hermione! Hermione!" Ginny called softly. Harry groaned and rolled over. He screetched as he fell off something and went crashing to the floor and rolling almost out the door. "Hermione! Are you OK? O my goodness," Ginny puleld Harry up and brushed him off.
"Mm?" Harry asked, wobbling back and forth. Then, he came to his senses. "What ahppened?"
"You fell off the hammock," Ginny giggled slightly. "We are going to Diagon Alley in a few minutes. Hurrey and get dressed!" Ginny then began to take off her shirt and Harry turned away instantly.
"Are you OK?" Ginny asked, tapping his shoulder.
"Uh-huh," his voice cracked. He had a small urge to turn around. Another part told him she was just another girl. *Just another girl?* Harry thought. *Great, back with thinking as Hermione.* He stepped to the side and pulled out a pair of ripped shorts and a red tank top, then slipped out the door saying he wanted to brush his teeth as well. After the spell was said, he brushed his teeth and hair, admiring Hermione's curves, and then hopped down the steps to breakfast. Hermione looked up and glared at the outfit choice. Harry wasn't so pleased with hers or his, either. The shorts were riding up his butt and he felt as if he couldn't move his legs. Hermione had chosen a black, button-up shirt with plain blue jeans.
After the breakfast was eaten, Mrs. Weasly reminded them about floo powder and, one by one, they were sent into Diagon Alley.
"Now, Harry," she said, once Hermione stepped into the fireplace. "Be careful of what you say. Diagon Alley; Not Digonilly." Hermione nodded as if she understood and made it to Diagon Alley with no trouble. Harry went in next, rather nervous, and also made it. Mrs. Weasly, Ginny, Harry, Hermione and Ron all filed into the potions store.
"Look!" Hermione said, excitedly. "The polyjuice potions!"
"Well, you go ahead and find one, dears. Ginny, Dear, come with me to get you..erm..something," Mrs. Weasly said. Ginny blushed furiously and gave her mother a death glare before quickly ecsaping the confused faces.
Harry and Hermione rushed over to the potions. Hermione grabbed at the different potions that were already mixed a ready for usage.
"Some are stronger than others," Hermione said knowingly. "This one will last three hours, this one lasts five, this one lasts ten...and....YES!!! This one last 24 hours! It's as strong as they have it. There is enough of it for seven usages, meaning seven days, meaning one week. OH dear, it's the last one," Hermione rambled on and on, not noticing Harry had grabbed it and was bringing it to the counter. He pulled out some of his own money and piad for it.
"Let's go!" He mumbled, grabbing Hermione's shirt collar.
"What? We have to pay for-"
"Already did," he said and dragged the confused Hermione out of the store. Ron was gone in a candy store. They all met up for lunch and then used one of the fire places in a store to get home.
Hermione dragged Harry into the backyard. "If we drink it now, we can drink again at this time tomorrow, alright?"
"Sure. Let's take a walk..." he said, holding out his hermione-sized hand.
"It would be my pleasure," Hermione giggled. She ran inside, informed Mrs. Weasly of their departure, and they were off down the road.
"I can't wait to be in my own body again!" Hermione said wistfully. They reached a park and went into one of the outhouses. It was cramped and it stunk, but it was private. They took out the pre-made potion in small viles and added eachother's hair.
Just as Hermione was about to drink it, she relised that she wouldn't be in Harry's body anymore. It may sound stupid, but it just hit her. She would miss not seeing his hand whenever she grabbed something...although the uncomfortable lump in the pelvic area would be nice to be rid of. Sure, it was tempting, but Hermione played it safe and always would.
Hary was thinking near the same thing as her before he drank. He would miss the dresses, they were comfortable. But the two lumps in his upper area were nice, too....Harry gagged, partly from his sick mind, partly from the odor.
"You haven't even dranken it yet!" Hermione laughed. "Bottems up!" She took a drink, then made a face and gagged. Harry followed suit and then fell against the door. The old door began to creak as the weight on it increased. Harry closed his eyes and moaned. Hermione finally fell...convieniently on top of him, breaking the door, making them both roll out. Well, the line of people waiting to use the bathroom were less than thrilled. The older woman gave disaproving looks.
"Teenagers these days!" They muttered in disgust, not wanting to knwo what the giggling and moanng was. Mothers of small children glared at them and dragged the confused children away, wondering how many toilets were in there.
Harry looked up at Hermione, and she was Hermione! She had the lovely, choclate eyes and the heart warming smile and enveloped Harry in a wave of comfort. He hugged her tighly before she got off of him, offering her his hand.
"I feel weird," he said. Hermione laughed.
"I'm not feeling too comfortable in my own skin either. I feel like a girl!"
"You are a girl," Harry rminded her and kissed her on the forehead. Hermione blushed and Harry wondered why he had done that. "Erm...let's leave."
"Yeah."
Hey! Sorry for the delay. It may be difficult to get used to them being themselves for the next couple chapters, but it won't last. Try not to get to comfortable with it! Here are some things to look forward to:
Ginny wants to go after Harry now. She asks Hermione for help. Hermione agrees happily. If she doesn't like Harry, why does it hurt when he smiles at Ginny?
PLEASE REAVIEW!!!