Author's Note: Dodges rocks. No, please, forgive me! Bows again and again Gomen, gomen, gomen, gomen, gomen, gomen!!!!!!!!!!!! Gomen means sorry in Japanese. No, I am not Japanese. SORRY AGAIN!!!! Bad, bad, bady writer's block. But, as I ahve promised, I will never discontinue a story unless it is for a VERY good reason. Boredom is not a good reason!

Okay, let's reveiw. Harry (actually Hermione) on top of Hermione (actually Harry). Ginny runs in and boo hoo, sob sob, cry cry. Then, we switch to 10 minutes earlier. Let's make it twenty to be safe, kay???? Anyway, so Hermione just got regular cloths back on. She now looks like Harry. Harry now looks like her. REMEMBER THIS!

Chapter 18- Kissing Myself Doesn't Make Me Conceited

"I can't believe that happened," Hermione said into her hands. "I was just getting used to being me, too." She nearly sobbed at how sad that sounded.

"Don't worry, Her-erm, Harry. Everything will fine."

"DON"T CALL ME HARRY, DAMNIT!" Hermione screamed. Ginny heard this from downstairs. What was going on up there?

"Okay, Hermione just calm down. We'll fix this."

"How?" Hermione began pacing. "How can we fix this? We've read books, we've tried to ask people, but only stupid Ron knows and we have also...also...well, damnit, we've done plenty of stuff! What can we do? Tell me this!" Harry was getting slightly scared at her excessive use of language.

"Hermione, look out-" Harry began, but was too late. Hermione tripped over a shirt. In an effort to catch her, but forgetting he was rather smaller in size, Harry tried to grab her arm, but got pulled underneath her. How convenient. Isn't that just wonderful? Betcha didn't see that coming. So, Hermione sat on top of Harry (Harry began thinking sadly about how heavy he was) and kept her eyes closed. She sighed in defeat.

"I'm sorry...Harry...I guess I just got really frustrated," Hermione leaned down to hug him, but instead gasp, shock kissed him. That is rather stupid, to keep your eyes closed and move around. They both gasped...but didn't move. How smart of them. Their thoughts were basiclly the same.

Harry: Does this count as kissing myself? Er...

Hermione: I-I think this means I'm kissing myself. How disgusting!

Harry: But it really isn't me. It's Hermione. Why did Hermione kiss me?

Hermione: No, I'm kissing Harry. Why aren't I moving? Harry's going to get the wrong idea!

So, while they paniced inwardly, Ginny was happily skipping up the stairs. Okay, she wasn't skipping, but you get the idea. She was perfectly fine. Until...

She saw them. 'Harry' was kissing 'Hermione'. And he was on top of her!

"Harry?" She sqeaked.

Harry and Hermione looked up at the same time.

"Ginny...I..." Harry looking like Hermione said. Ginny got tears in her eyes and began to back away.

Hermione quickly got off Harry, seeing as how she was staring blankly and seemingly unaffected that Ginny was about to cry.

"Please, Ginny, don't get the wrong idea. It was an-" Hermione began pleading. Ginny shook her head, the tears falling to the ground as she turned and ran.

Harry blinked. Hermione blinked. They both blinked.

"Erm...Hermione, why-" Harry started, but Hermione didn't feel like explaining. To be honest, she was scared. She didn't know why she didn't move. Even though it was her. She thought it was Harry. Is that why she didn't move? But she didn't like Harry like that! So, she ran. Her dramatic exit was ruined when she stumbled over the same freaking shirt. How pathetic. Kicking it into the air, she continued on her way to Ginny's room.

"Ginny? Ginny? Are you in there?" She knocked on the wooden door rapidly.

Ginny looked up from inside her room. If Harry was so concerned...maybe he knew she liked him? Maybe he felt bad. If he felt bad...did he like her? Ginny smiled sadly to herself. Of course he didn't. What was so wonderful about her? "C-come in, Harry."

Hermione emdiatly burst into the room. "I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to kiss her...I mean, not after the promise. I couldn't!"

Ginny looked confused. "Harry...what are you talking about?"

Hermione stiffined. Smart move, Granger. "I mean...I don't...like Hermione like that." Think like Harry, think like Harry, think like Harry. Why did thinking like Harry hurt so much? "But, well, I don't see why I have to tell you this. You were just shocked. And...erm...it was just an accident. It was weird. I tripped..."

Ginny smiled. "No! It wasn't that I was shocked...alothough I was shocked, too, but...I REALLY like you, Harry! I really like you a lot. Don't you know that?"

Hermione paled. She didn't need this. She didn't know how to answer. She wasn't Harry! "I-I-I...NO!" Hermione turned in a panicked state and ran from the room. Wow...twice in ten minutes. Not bad. She ran back to Harry's room, forgetting he was still in it.

"Herm!" Harry said as she started to turn again. "Wait!"

Hermione stopped, inwardly kicking herself. She left like one of the mice Crookshanks would back into a wall. She flopped down and let her forehead fall to the wall.

Great, harry thought, now I don't remember what I was going to say to her. So, being the genious he is, he said, "Erm..."

"Yeah," Hermione said.

"And..."

"I know."

"But, I don't-"

"Me, either."

"So..."

"Exactly." Hermione turned around and smiled. She was somehow able to transfer Harry's fragmented, akward babble into a conversation. Feeling as if everything was solved, she leaned more confortably against the wall, facing Harry. "Ginny is going to give me a mental breakdown. She just confessed that she likes you, Harry, congradulations."

Harry paled. "Erm..."

Hermione growled. "Great...I broke my promise. Not that he didn't know-"

"Hermione?"

Hermione relized she was talking to herself and cleared her throat. "Sorry."

Silence.

"Hermione, I know Ginny likes me."

Hermione blinked. "Oh...good..."

"But, I really don't..erm...LIKE her like that."

Hermione felt something strange. What was it? She couldn't quite place it...

No.

It was releif.

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