Chapter 2: Disadvantages of Being a Teenage Cat
Ron sat on the table eating chicken chunks. Getting curious looks every now and then.
"So… you're stuck like this for a few days huh?" Harry said looking amused.
"A week actually…" Hermione shifted in her seat.
Ron looked up "A week!?" he swallowed. "Are you kidding me?!"
"I'm afraid so Ron" Hermione looked at him unable to resist a smile.
"What are YOU smiling about?" he took a fierce bite out of the chicken. "Stop staring at me!"
"I'm sorry… it's just… you make the cutest ginger cat!" she chuckled.
"Oh hardy har, har…" he laid down on hid belly crossing his front legs; blushing beneath his crimson fur. "By the way, if anyone asks, I'm at The Burrow for a short visit."
"Why?" Harry said, putting down his glass of juice.
"Because I'm a bloody cat!" He stood up on all fours. People stared oddly at Harry and Hermione.
"Fine… don't get so catty about it" Harry burst out laughing.
"Ha, ha… you're killing me" Ron glared at him.
After finishing their meal Harry grabbed his things. "Let's go Ron, we have Quidditch Practice" he picked him up "Ouch mate! Why'd you scratch me!?"
"Don't touch me! This is your fault!"
"Harry, don't be stupid… Ron's a cat, he can't practice! And Ron, stop being such a prat" Hermione said picking him up. "Come on, we have homework to do"
"How come you don't scratch her!" Harry protested.
"Because SHE didn't turn me into a cat! And by the way... HOW am I supposed to do my work?!" Ron said stressfully.
"I'll do it for you"
"Really?" Ron looked up in hope.
"But ONLY if you write a ten foot essay on ALL of our work"
"Ten feet!?" Ron scowled "I'll do five"
"Ten"
"Five"
"Ten"
"Five"
"Fifteen" she countered haughtily.
"Seven"
"Seven and a half"
"Fine…" Ron scowled.
"Great! Then you can help me look up everything" Hermione smiled trotting towards Gryffindor Tower.
"That was NOT part of the deal!"
"Fine… get all T's for all I care…"
"Okay!" Ron swished his tail managing yet another scowl.
"Are we done yet?" Ron whined quietly for the umpteenth time.
"Yeah" Hermione scribbled the last words on the piece of parchment and yawned. "I think I'm heading up early, good night Ron" Hermione said quietly patting his furry head.
"Wait!" Ron jumped in her arms.
"what?"
"Please don't tell anyone, Harry already spread the word I was at The Burrow for a week… if word gets to Fred and George" Ron shuddered.
"Okay" Hermione chuckled "goodnight "
"'Night, I think I'll head up too…" he jumped to a nearby couch "maybe some sleep will turn me back to normal…" Ron slowly walked up the boys' stairs.
"Practice was brutal!" Seamus said tracking mud inside.
"Too ban Rom missed ACHOO!" He sneezed.
"Bless you" Harry said.
"Tha-ACHOO!"
"Are you all right mate?" Harry asked, taking his jersey off and grabbing a bar of soap.
"I dunno—ACHOO!" Seamus sniffed. "I was fine just ACHOO" he scratched his nose with his sleeve.
"Maybe you're getting a cold…" Harry shrugged and pulled out a towel.
Seamus sneezed again. "Hey! What's a cat doing in Ron's ACHOO!" Seamus stared at a fluffly ginger cat sleeping on ron's 'vacant' bed.
"Seamus… are you allergic to…"
"ACHOO!"
"Bloody Hell! ACHOO! Get that cat out of here! I'm allergic to ACHOO!" Seamus picked a sleeping Ron by the skin on his neck and threw him out the door. Ron's eyes shot open.
"What the hell was that for!" Ron said indignantly. Harry came out, still in his Quidditch pants.
"Ron… we have a little problem" Harry said awkwardly.
"Yeah! That git threw me out!" Ron tried to run back in but Harry pushed him aside with his foot.
"Ron, Seamus is allergic to you" he said carefully. "You better sleep somewhere else mate"
"But!-
Harry closed the door in his face.
"Bloody son of a…" he trotted off down to the common room and up the girl's staircase; which apparently only went off with male humans.
Ron scratched on Hermione's door… nothing; he scratched harder.
Hermione answered the door groggily, still in her school uniform. "Who is it?" she yawned.
"Down here" Ron scowled.
"Ron? What-
"Seamus is allergic to cats…"
She chuckled and shut the door behind her.
"It's not funny! They kicked me out!" Ron sat on his rump. "Can I sleep here?"
"Ron… this is a girls dorm…"
"I don't want to sleep on the couch!" he whined.
"And why on earth not?" she kneeled down.
"Because someone will sit on me!" he swished his tail with indignity.
"Don't be ridiculous"
"Please" he purred. Over the many years spent with Hermione, he knew one thing for sure… she had a soft spot for cats.
"Stop it"
'HA! It's working!' he thought. Ron jumped in her arms "How can you resist a ginger kitty?" he failed miserably to sound cute.
"Stop it Ron!"
"Hermioneee.." he cuddled against her.
"No!" she dropped him blushing lightly.
"Please" Ron insisted.
"No Ron" she stood up.
"Come on…"
"Ronald Bilius Weasley…" her tone warned, Ron cringed at the use of his middle name.
"I'll do whatever you want!" Ron said desperately. Hermione's eyes glazed over with a devilish twinkle.
"All right…" she smirked.
"What do I have to do?" Ron asked shyly.
"I'll think of something" she turned around and went inside her room.
Ron ran in and jumped into her bed. 'Hey! You girls have a bigger room than us! …and much cleaner…'
"Oh no! Not on MY bed your not!" she strode over to him.
"Please" Ron scoffed "I'm a cat… what can we do?" he grinned innocently.
"You are going to pay Ronald" she warned and threw a cushion at him; accidentally knocking him off. "Oh! Sorry…" she laughed.
Ron couldn't help but laugh too.
"Herms? What's that noise?" Lavender said, groggily sitting up on her bed. "Oh what an adorable cat!"
"Yeah! Ummm… it's our uhh… new Quidditch mascot" she said.
"So that's why it's in uniform?" she yawned.
"Uhh… yeah"
"Night" Lavender fell back to sleep.
"Hey Hermione…"
"Yeah?"
"Speaking of uniforms… could you take it off?" Ron asked tentatively.
Hermione blushed furiously. "RONALD!" she threw the nearest book at him, narrowly missing his ear.
"I meant mine!" Ron blushed beneath his fur.
"Oh!" she said still pink in the face "…why?"
"Because I'm covered in fur and it's hot! I also lack opposable thumbs at the moment!" he scowled.
"Oh… ok"
"…"
"Sorry about the book…"
Ron leapt onto her bed. Hermione took his cloak off carefully and put it away it in her top drawer.
"Much better" Ron shook out his fur.
"You can sleep on the cushion" she pointed at the pink cushion she'd previously thrown at him.
"Goodnight, I'm going to take a shower"
"Thanks, goodnight" Ron yawned and curled up on top of the cushion.
"Ron! Ron, wake up" Hermione said, Lavender and the others had already gone down to breakfast, but not before ogling at the 'oh so adorable new mascot'
"Hmmm… mommy don't like green pancakes" Ron rolled on his back, paws in the air.
"Ron!" Hermione shook him.
"Wha! Earthquake!"
"Ron!"
"Huh?" Ron looked around "Hermione… what are you doing in my… oh bloody hell!" He stood up on all fours. "Am I still a…
"I'm afraid so Ron" she picked him up.
"Bloody Hell…" he looked down gloomily.
"Look on the bright side…"
"What?" he shot back.
""No class today" she smiled down at him.
"All right! Today is Saturday! … and I'm a cat" he frowned "great…"
"…"
"What am I going to do?" he scowled again.
"I don't know Ron… try and make the best of it"
"Easy for you to say… YOU Don't HAVE CAT EARS!"
"I'm going down to breakfast" she dropped him on her bed.
"Hey! Don't leave me! I'm hungry!" he chased after her.
"You DO know you eat too much…"
"I'm a growing boy…" he said sarcastically.
They went down to the common room where Harry was waiting.
"Morning Hermione! Ron…" Harry stifled a laugh. "Still a cat I see…"
"Well at least SOMEONE'S enjoying this" he shot him death glare.
Ron sensed it was going to be a long day…
A/N- Yay! I'm done with Chapter 2! Let me know what you think!