I haven't updated in...months. I've been grounded almost the entire time. Then, my sweet, dear, dear computer decided to evilly have 400 FREAKING VIRUSES! So, here I am...writing on Mother's laptop.
Chapter 17- Choking in Tight Pants
Ginny walked into the room humming. "Harry?"
"Ginny...I..." The person who looked like Hary but was really Hermione said.
Ginny ran out of the room crying.
TEN MINUTES EARLIER
Harry and Hermion ran inside the house. Harry's fingers became smaller and his nails were longer. Hermione's nose changed shape. The cloths on her (a short, black skirt and a pink tank top) became increasingly tighter. Harry noticed his baggy cloths becoming...well..baggier. They finally came to the top of stairs, saw Mrs. Weasly, and dived into the room nearest them. It happened to be Ginny and Hermione's room. Gasp!
"I...can't...move...Harry, help...ME..." Hermione gasped and choked as the jeans began to rip up the sides.
"Just think about these cloths," Harry said, already changed. The cloths Harry had been wearing were laid out on the bed.
"I can't think... the blood won't come to my...brain..." Hermone said, overdramaticlly.
"THINK!"
"Okay." It took a few minutes, but the cloths came on. "I can move!"
Yes! That is IT. I just needed to post an author's note. So, I don't have time to write. I'm afirad I have come very bored with this story. Yes, I know that I suck. BUT, I will write. But...not anytime soon. Forgive me! You guys have been so nice and given me so many reveiws and I feel like crap doing this. I hope you have a great summer everyone! I'll write as soon as I can write something decent for this!