A/N: Hello, this is Chapter Two of our fic, written by Laura (GinnyPotter387) and Kristi (Kristen Michelle). Again, the POV will be switching back and forth between Ron and Harry so keep an eye on these -- (***). We worship all reviewers (if they are good, hehe) so please push the little review button in the bottom left corner of your screen at the end of the fic. Thank you!

I should also add that most of the credit goes to Laura on this chapter. I kept begging (or bugging, whichever) her for help so she ended up writing the whole thing anyway. In short, all the good stuff is Laura's, the bad stuff belongs to me (and I'm proud of it!).

Disclaimer: We own nothing so please don't sue us. Laura says she doesn't have any money and after the gambling trip that I am leaving to go on tomorrow, neither will I. Unless, by some miracle I become a millionaire, in which case Laura still won't have any money but I will.

***Ron's POV***

My first real discovery of the day was that I hated having Harry's blurry vision.

First of all, I couldn't sleep, so I was left to stare at my surroundings. Those, which I couldn't even see because of Harry's damned eyes. Furiously I reached over to the bedside table, and jammed on his glasses.

They were bloody annoying, and part of me wanted to snap them in two. Harry doesn't have to deal with this. Well jolly good for him, I thought, aggravated. I kicked off the covers furiously, and tried to make my glasses stop pinching my nose so horribly.

"Ah, sod it," I said, deciding to pretend I didn't notice the hunk of metal sitting uncomfortably on the upper part of my nose.

I swung my legs over the side of the bed, and yelled out in pain - cursing furiously as I stubbed my toe on the nightstand.

I should have realized then that the day could only get worse.

I sorted carelessly through Harry's things, throwing something on, but barely even noticing what it was. I went to my room as the first spot to search for Harry, not being able to help feeling sour that he was sleeping in my room, in my bed, in my body but shook the thought away as he was probably feeling the same way about me.

I found Harry in my room sitting with his head between his knees, and when I slammed the door he all but fell off the bed.

"About time." He muttered, shooting me a death glare.

"Well, you're cheerful this morning. Woke up on the wrong side of the bed, did you?" I sneered, sarcastic.

"No, I woke up in the wrong body, in case you've bloody forgotten it." He sounded frustrated.

"What's up your arse? In case you didn't notice I'm not bouncing off the walls either." His attitude was starting to get on my nerves.

"Then help me figure this out, damn it."

"Like I haven't been trying to figure it out all night, damn it!" I mocked him. Harry acted like he was the only one being inconvenienced. "Maybe if you could stop feeling sorry for yourself, that the famous Harry Potter has to play poor boy for awhile, then we could figure this out." I spat.

"You know what Ron? It's bad enough that I'm stuck in your body, but now your whining about how it's all my fault. Get out of my way." He pushed past me and slammed his way out of my room.

My mouth fell open but no words would come out. I was furious. So the boy-who-lived thought he was too good to be a Weasley, did he. We would see about that.

I flung the door open and hurtled through, immediately crashing into a startled Ginny, whose hand had been raised to knock on my door.

"Harry!" She smiled widely. "I was looking for you. Are you okay?" she asked me, finally noticing the scowl that must have been there.

I stared at her. Beaming up at me, in the form of my little sister, was my revenge.

***Harry's POV***

Ron slammed out of the house and found me hiding out by the garden. Great, just the person I wanted to see. He leaned up against a tree and glared at me.

"What is it now?" I asked. I was so tired of being in Ron's body.

"You've been dating my sister!" he started furiously.

"You found out about that." I asked, staring unblinkingly back at him. "Well, it was bound to come out sooner or later."

"I don't think so," he replied smugly, "you've just broken up."

"What?" I yelled, shooting up off the ground. "What did you do?"

"What else was I supposed to do? She came into my room last night and tried to . . .to . . ."

He looked sick.

"No, she came into my room last night. It isn't her fault that I wasn't there. Er, that I wasn't in my body."

"You can't be dating Ginny."

"Why not?" I asked. I knew Ron would react this way.

"Because . . .because she's my sister!" he answered.

"So?"

"So . . .stay away from her. That's just sick!"

"Why is it sick? You and Hermione can't stop sucking face for a single second, yet I'm not allowed to see Ginny?"

"Alright, then I'll make her stay away from you." He smirked.

I hated that smirk. If it wasn't for the fact that I didn't want to add another scar to my face, I would have ripped that smirk right off him.

"How are you going to do that?" I asked warily.

"Oh, I don't know. I'm sure I'll think of something."

I didn't like the sound of that.

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Okay, that was Chapter 2. I hope you liked it. Please let us know by leaving a review! Again, thanks to Laura for helping me out so much. I imagine she is about ready to cart me off to the retirement home!!