Author's Note: *looks around guiltily* Has it really been 3 months!! I'm sorry! To, you, the reviewers, and to Kristi!! How horrible am I to make you rush and get ch. 2 out right after I did ch. 3 and then take this long for ch. 3!! I don't even have an excuse! How could I have too much schoolwork for 3 months??! All I can say is, I really am very sorry, and I hope you all are pleased with this chapter...it's a little longer than ch. 2. Also, Kristi and I have gotten a complaint or two that the chapters are semi-confusing, so I tried to make it a little easier to understand. I hope I succeeded!
Disclaimer: I still have no money, and whatever winnings Kristi won while gambling, she's surely spent already after 3 months!! Please don't sue, we're just borrowing J.K. Rowling's characters for a while and having some fun with them!
***Harry's POV***
I sank slowly back onto the ground my knees buckling beneath me as I watched Ron walk back into the house.
So that was it. Ginny and I were...over. How the hell was I supposed to explain everything to her from in Ron's body?
Ron was acting like such a prat, and it reminded me so much of Malfoy. 'Not wanting to play 'poor boy' I chuckled venomously, and then slammed my fist into the garden's soil. My best friend for seven years, and he thought that was why I was acting sour.
No, it was because I was worried about losing Ginny. Well, he bloody well sorted that dilemma out for me.
I thought I heard shouting from inside the house, and shot up, running through the door.
"HARRY POTTER I HATE YOU! YOU ARE THE GREATEST GIT IN THE HISTORY OF THE UNIVERSE!" I heard Ginny yell. I had to place a hand on the wall, to hold myself steady. I saw Ginny leaving the living room, and suddenly she whirled around to face Ron, in my form. She looked as though she were having an internal struggle with herself. She bit her lip. "I hope you die," She spat.
When she spun on her heel, I could see it in her eyes that she didn't mean it, but, all the same it was a knife through my heart.
"Hey Ginny," I called out as she whizzed past me, about to storm up the stairs.
She whirled around, her hair fanning out from behind her, and flying into her face. "What?" She snapped, impatiently brushing her hair away.
I grinned a little. She looked so cute like that, with her cheeks flushed...and her eyes narrowed...- Harry stop. You can't be thinking thoughts like that, when she's supposed to be your sister. I coughed a little, to cover up the moment where I had just gazed at her without speaking. "If Harry's been acting weird lately-"
"What about Harry?" She snarled.
My eyes widened. What the hell did Ron do to her?! "Well..." I tried choosing my words carefully not wanting to slip up. "He's uh...he hasn't been feeling well - er - mood swings, and...stuff," I said brilliantly. I know - it was lame.
Ginny smirked. "What? Does Harry have PMS?" She said sarcastically.
I jumped back a little. "What? No! No, I - he doesn't! Of course not! I mean I was-"
She rolled her eyes. "I was just kidding, Ron."
I calmed down a moment, and paused. It still caught me by surprise when people called me Ron.
"Besides," She continued, looking more annoyed. "Stop covering for him. Why the bloody hell should I care? It's not like we're together or anything."
The reality of it all hit me full force, and steadied myself, once more using the wall as support. "Right, I know..." My voice sounded oddly high. "It's just, well, you know if he has or anything..." I said weakly.
Ginny looked at me funny, for a moment. "Yeah," She sighed. "He's been acting weird. No. Actually he's been acting like an arse. Well, that's fine by me, he can act like a jerk if he wants - see where that gets him."
I tried to pretend like her words hadn't cut a hole in my heart. Ron is dead. I looked at her, almost sure that I must have looked pleading...and for a split second I thought I saw something - recognition, a spark like suddenly she realized, but the next second I was sure I had imagined it, for she looked the same: angry, and annoyed as hell.
"Ginny..." I almost told her. I really did, but for Ron's sake, I held it back, for I was sure she was going to tell her mother that I - well he - was insane. And for everything Ron did, maybe he deserved to be laughed at by his whole family, and then thrown in the insane asylum. But he was still my best friend, he always would be, and if he wasn't going to try to hold the friendship together, then I bloody well had to.
"What is it?"
Oh, how I wanted to lunge forward and kiss her senseless, but I managed to stand my ground, knowing that she would be scarred for life if I snogged her right then and there. Actually the whole idea kinda grossed me out as well, being as I was supposed to be her brother but at the same time it was unbelievably appealing. I just wanted her to know.
"Nothing," I said finally. "It's nothing."
***Ron's POV***
"Harry Potter, I hate you! You're the greatest git in the history of the universe!" And with that Ginny stormed from the living room.
I nodded triumphantly. Glad she's caught on, I mused. About to clap myself on the back, for a well-done convincing performance of acting like Harry, Ginny stopped short and whirled around.
"I hope you die."
The words caught me off guard so much, that I actually stumbled backwards. She had said it with so much venom that it wasn't normal behavior for Ginny...it was almost as if she had meant it. Once out of view, I ran my hands through my - well Harry's - hair.
Had I gone a little overboard? I shook my head. A little! Okay, very. I called Ginny stupid! I said she was foolish to think I (meaning Harry) would ever like her! I said such horrible things only to get back at Harry that I had no idea I was hurting my sister too.
And who was I kidding? I must have jumped to conclusions with Harry...I mean he never really said that he had to play poor boy...I threw that at him.
I was a daft cow, I suddenly decided. And now I had to make an apology to Harry and somehow try to patch things up with Ginny, for Harry's sake.
I started walking toward the kitchen, where I saw Harry. Now, or never, I thought to myself.
About to open my mouth and apologize, I saw Hermione; looking rather ravishing I must add, bounce down the stairs. And instead of starting with "I'm sorry", I ducked around a corner, and found myself watching the scene unfold before my eyes.
***Harry's POV***
I was leaning over the kitchen counter with my head in my hands, when I heard footsteps descending the stairs. Ready to run in case it was Ron, I looked up, only to see Hermione beaming up at me. About to breathe a sigh of relief, I realized that having Hermione down here really wasn't any better.
Hermione hoisted herself up onto the counter, and soon was seated right in front of my face. I was in too much shock at this different kind of Hermione that I didn't move away. She leaned in close to me and whispered, "Guess how lucky we are."
My mouth was completely dry, and I couldn't have moved even if I wanted to. She was clearly waiting for an answer. "How lucky?" I thought I heard a strangled cry from somewhere around the kitchen, but figured it must have been my imagination.
"Your parents," She whispered throatily, her eyes filled with lust. "Are out. Which means no more of your mother breathing down our necks since she found us in your room that last time..." Her cheeks went rather red, and at that moment I was very thankful I hadn't witnessed what Mrs. Weasley had. "So what do you say we go up to your room again?"
She took hold of my hand, and a shiver ran down my spine. Oh please don't kiss me, oh please don't kiss me, oh please don't-- Luck definitely wasn't on my side. Hermione started leaning in - placing her hand on the back of my head, and pulling me forward. Her lips were a millimeter away from mine, and then...
"Why hello Ron. Hermione."
***Ron's POV***
I accidentally let out a strangled noise in the back of my throat, when Harry, rather than stopping himself, went right along to play Hermione's game, and asked 'How lucky'? Fortunately neither of the two seemed to notice. Too caught up in the heat, I thought enviously. That could be me standing there, with Hermione's leg's dangling so close to mine that I could just reach out pull her forward and--
My fantasy was quickly interrupted, when I noticed Hermione leaning in. And Harry wasn't stopping her! Why that...suddenly I realized I wasn't making action, and had to stop this, before it got too far.
"Hello Ron. Hermione," I said with suave. Harry jumped backwards, knocking full force into the sink, and Hermione just barely saved herself from falling off the counter.
"Harry!" She said, her face flushed. "I didn't know you were down here."
"Yeah...you seemed a little occupied didn't you?"
Before Harry even had the chance to look guilty, or Hermione to look embarrassed, Ginny came through the kitchen, with a questioning look upon her face.
I looked over at Harry, in my body, remembering just how dangerously close he was to taking Hermione up to my room. He deserved this. "Oh, it's only you," I said harshly to Ginny.
Harry's face had paled, and just as Ginny stepped up to slap me across the face, I saw out of the corner of my eye, Harry lunge forward and start snogging Hermione senseless.
This is war.
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A/N2: Well that's ch. 3! I hope you liked it! Please review! Thanks for not firing me as co-author and just finishing this story yourself, Kristi! And thanks a ton for not getting fed up with me!!
Happy [early] Thanksgiving to you all!