AUTHOR'S NOTE: Yes, yet another new chapter. I did a qick update, no?

SIGsqirrel: I completely agree with you. If it wasn't for all the good reveiws I've gotten, I wouldn't be writing this, because I actually hate this myself. But, I'd feel bad stopping when other people actually like it. Thanks for the honesty! And, I am using spellcehck now. I have been lazy with this story, I know. Sorry about that. And, for the whole 'spell thing for the bathroom and crap' this is PG-13. And, I'm keeping it that way for those who can't/don't read R stories.

Thank you to all my other reveiwers as well, and, in case you don't read my BIO, I am sorry about the poor quality of this story. I was re-reading it and nearly died at the 'brain juices' thing. Good Heavens...what in the Hell is THAT? LOL...anyway...thanks for the reveiws anyway.

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Chapter 20- Mine And Yours Which Is Mine HURTS! (It will make sense at the end.)

Harry had found that reading was actually a very interesting thing. He wondered how he couldn't have seen it before.

Gee, Harry, I wonder.

Hermione, on the other hand, was defying the urge to play Quidditch. She kept accessing Harry's memories, and it was driving her up a street and a wall and a bridge.

"I'm getting tired of sitting here and watching you read," Hermione stated.

"There's a shocker."

"I don't need your sarcasm."

"I'm not being sarcastic."

"Oh...right."

"Why don't you find Ron and go do something. I have homework to finish."

"NO!" Hermione screamed dramaticlly. "You aren't doing ANY homework! You will be you and waste away your day with something unprodictive!"

"You mean unproductive?"

"WHATEVER! This is a NIGHTMARE!" Hermione stormed from the room to find Ron.

Meanwhile, Ron was eating some bread in the kitchen.

"Ronald, stop eating every last bit of food you get your hands on. I made these for Harry. He said something about a diet. I'm getting worried about him. He and Hermione sure are acting strangely."

"If only you knew."

"About what?"

"Them."

"What about them?"

"They've-"

"Hello, Mrs. Weasly, Ron!" Hermione walked in.

"Hey, Harry," Ron said, the word sounding strange on his tongue.

"Hey, Ron. Ooh! Is that bread?"

"Will you have some, Harry? You don't need to be on a diet, Dear!" Mrs. Weasly blurted out.

Hermione blinked at her. "was she on a diet? How foolish..."Of course!"

Mrs. Weasly glowed with happiness.

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"Hey, Harry-Erm, Hermione!"

"What?" He still didn't look up from that book. The nerve!

"Look at me!" He looked up finally.

"Yes?" Oh, great. Now, he was annoyed with her.

"Mrs. Weasly made some really good bread, come down and try some."

"No, thanks, I'm on a diet."

Hermione's world fell. She had said she was on a diet...but Harry didn't know that! So, how...

"You don't NEED a diet!" Hermione cried out, now exsasperated.

"Yes, I do! Look at me!" He practiclly whined.

"ARE YOU CALLING ME FAT?"

"What? No! Oh...that's right...I'm you. I forgot that for a second."

"YOU STUPID BA-"

"Calm down. Are you PMSing or something?" Harry shut his book after descretely saving the page.

"Thanks to our hellish situation, I can never PMS AGAIN!"

"Oh, that's right. I guess I'm the one PMSing then."

Hermione twitched.

"You...You...You..."

"It's uncomfortable. How do girls deal with-"

Hermione finally lost it. She knew what he was talking about. That bastard...

"I DESPISE YOU! PERVERT! PERVERT! ARGGGG!!!"

Harry didn't stand a chance against Hermione's womanly fury mixed a with a man's power.

Tsk, tsk...him and his big mouth.

"(##&#)!#!!!!!" Harry cursed colorfully. I didn't know such colors exsisted. "MY ARM!"

Hermione jumped off him emidatly. The arm...it was twisted in a strange direction. Oh...crap...

Hermione also cried out in pain for her own arm. Lifting up the sleeve, it was perfectly fine. Nothing was damaged. The angle was normal.

"WHAT IN SEVEN BLOODY HELLS IS GOING ON?!"

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A/N Yeah...I know. I'm mean. Cruel. Evil. Condemned. It was short to put it simply. But, full of wonderful information! Hope you picked up on it all. There were three big hints to problems and solutions

Remember, if your getting pissed off at the slow updates and wonder if it will ever be finished, check my BIO.

Please reveiw I am compelled to update...and this is no bribing you! ((Shifty eyes)) It isn't...