A/N: For those of you who don't know, Wada Calcium CD3 are some kind of calcium pills. (Well, I didn't know what they were until I wrote this theme!)

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#28 - Wada Calcium CD3

Fairy Tale

- in which we learn that sometimes, life might very well be a fairy tale -

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"What's that?"

Pansy sat down next to Ron at the kitchen table, nodding toward the pill bottle in his hands.

"Came with the post just now. It's from Dad. Some Muggle pills that are supposed to make you really healthy or something."

Pansy snatched the bottle from him. "Wada Calcium CD3," she read out loud. "Doesn't that sound... reassuring? You're not really going to take those, are you? I mean, Muggle medicine, Ron. And from your dad!"

Ron took back the bottle and stared at it, looking a bit apprehensive. "Well... I suppose it wouldn't hurt to try one..."

He opened the bottle, took out a pill and stared at it for a while. Pansy regarded it suspiciously. "Are you sure about this?"

Ron looked at her, shrugged, took a deep breath and swallowed the pill.

As soon as it was in his mouth, there was a flash and a bang, and the room was filled with smoke. Pansy pressed her eyes shut, blinded for a while, and tried waving away some of the smoke. When she opened her eyes again, Ron was gone.

Instead, on the chair where he had been sitting just a few seconds before, there was a frog. Pansy blinked. And then blinked again. When she was sure she was really seeing what she thought she was seeing, she squealed and jumped out of her chair, knocking it over in the process.

The frog just looked at her.

Taking a deep breath, she finally managed to calm down a bit. "Are... are you Ron?" she finally asked the frog.

The frog kept looking at her.

"Does that mean yes? If you're Ron, jump up and down or something."

The frog took a little leap forward.

"Okay then."

She drew out her wand from her pocket and pointed it at the Ron-frog.

"Finite Incantatem!"

Nothing happened. The frog was still there.

"I think I'd better call your Dad," Pansy decided, and headed for the fireplace.

Mr Weasley, however, turned out not to have any idea what to do, and, in fact, seemed quite sure he had not sent his son any pills of any kind lately.

"Someone else in the family might be the inclined to do so, though," he mentioned, smiling slightly.

So next stop; the twins. This turned out not to be of much use either, as George, who happened to be the only twin present at the moment, started laughing so hard when Pansy told him what had happened that she couldn't get a word out of him. So she pulled her head back out of the fireplace and sat down on the sofa in a huff.

The Ron-frog came leaping from the kitchen, one little hop at a time.

"I really hate your family," she angrily told it.

"Now, now, Pansy, we aren't that bad. You know you love us, really."

George's head had appeared in the fireplace, and she gave him her best glare.

"The pills really are working, then," George continued, eyeing the frog that was Ron with interest. He then turned back to Pansy, a grin that was positively evil spreading over his face. "If you want my baby brother back... Well, you know what the princesses of the stories had to do, don't you?"

He winked at her, and disappeared, the grin on his face if possible even more evil.

Pansy turned to the Ron-frog with a horrified look on her face.

"No," she said. "And that's final. We're just going to have to wait for it to wear off."

However, as the hours wore on, and Ron was still a frog and wasn't showing any signs of turning back, Pansy's resolve started to weaken. A few more fireplace visits and some very amused reassurances from George that it really was the only way later, she seemed resigned to her fate.

Lifting the Ron-frog, she drew a deep breath. "If anyone ever says I never did anything for you, they'll be so hexed that they won't know what hit them," she said, closing her eyes and kissing the frog in her hand.

There was another bang, some more smoke, and then Ron was standing in front of her again.

They stared at each other.

"Thanks," Ron finally said, looking rather sheepish.

Pansy groaned. "Don't mention it. Ever again. Though I'm sure George will. Have I mentioned lately I really, really, really hate your family?"