A/N:  Hi! Laura here! *dodges random objects flying in her direction* I'm sorry, okay?!?! I really, really am! I know it has been so long, and that all hope was basically given up on this story, but... it is here! I promise you, and this new chapter is proof that we haven't ditched it! Anyways, consider yourself lucky that I posted today, because I was going to post on the 26th, for the five month anniversary of me not updating!! Heh heh Just kidding...um, well, I really am sorry, most definitely to the faithful reviewers who Kristi and I appreciate more than anything in the world, and to Kristi, who I have been a traitor to.  Because I chose to update my other story before this one. *hangs head* Go ahead, throw your random object.  I so deserve it!!

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***Ron's POV***

I shoved past Harry, putting extra effort in banging into his shoulder on the way down the stairs. His smirk had faded, thank God, as the realization that he had absolutely no chance with Ginny anymore sunk in. Again, thank God.

I trudged into the kitchen, and grabbed an apple from the counter jamming my teeth so hard into it I felt like four of my bottom teeth were a hair away from falling out. The thought actually amused me, considering this was Harry's body, and I made a mental note to take myself up on the offer of intentionally knocking them out. For his own humiliation

"Snoggin' your best friends girl behind his back." I heard an amused voice from behind. "Didn't think you had it in ya, Harry buddy." I felt a hard clap on my shoulder and jumped, turning around. There, casually leaning against the counter in identical James Dean poses, with identical smirks were Fred and George.

Perhaps the last people on Earth I felt like dealing with. Except for maybe Harry.

"Oh leave me alo--" Suddenly I stopped. "It just happened!" I realized. "How did you hear about it that quickly?" Not to mention that Fred and George were hardly gossip central.

"The grapevine," Fred shrugged casually.

I opened my mouth before discovering there was no use and closed it again.

"Is that red mark from Hermione, or Ginny?" George asked referring to my swollen cheek.

"Both," I muttered.

George tutted me. "You could have at least snuck her into your room. Right out in the open you did that!"

"Amateur," Fred agreed, shaking his head.

I stared at both of them, gaping. "What?!" I hissed. They weren't even going to defend their own flesh and blood? Their own brother? ME?!? Why wasn't Harry -- well, me, but in Harry's body -- getting beat up?

Fred and George were ignoring me though, now having a small discussion behind their hands.

I glared at them. "Jerks," I spat. "What kind of brothers are you anyway?"

They both stopped in their conspiring against me, and looked mildly confused. "Whoa, there Potter," Fred said raising his eyebrows. "You're not quite part of the family yet. You could have been if you hadn't emotionally destroyed dear Ginny, but no... I don't hear wedding bells ringing in the future for you, mate."

I stared at them. There they were, not beating Harry up, talking about Ginny not caring that Harry -- well I -- broke her heart, like it was no big deal!

Suddenly Harry, I mean the real one so to speak, made a brief cameo. "What's going on?" He asked, a pained look still on his face. He was distorting my perfect features!

I glared at him. "Nothing you should know --"

"We're just talking about how Harry's having an affair with the love of your life," George said.

"To put it simply," Fred added.

Harry looked at me, then at Fred and George. "Oh. Yeah -- er..."

He was the worst bloody actor I've ever seen in my life. Fred and George exchanged a grin.

"What's your problem?" I snapped at them.

I then moved past Harry, and took long strides back to the stairs. Harry appeared right beside me. "What the hell was that up here?" He said as we reached the top floor.

"Me attempting to get my girlfriend back."

"By making me look like a fool?"

"If that's what it takes!" I shot back.

"You're a real bastard. Why the hell does hurting your sister please you so much?" The vein in his -- well, my -- forehead was pulsing.

I shrugged. "I don't like to hurt her. The goal was hurting you."

And I left Harry standing there in a form that wasn't good enough for him, using his small brain to figure out what I just said.

I slammed into my room, before realizing that it was actually my room, and I was supposed to go into Harry's.

I slammed back out of it, and glared at Harry as I raced back down the stairs, into his room.

I banged the door closed, and grabbed an empty water glass that was left on the dresser and slammed it against the wall.

I looked at the glass shards with the utmost loathing.

I wished it had been Harry's head.

*** Harry's POV ***

Ron should die.

That was what I decided as a stood at the top of the stairs. Painfully. Slowly. Slowly and painfully.

Except of course that everyone would think it was me who had died. I wondered if Ginny would even go to the funeral. I wouldn't even blame her if she didn't.

Ginny, the thought coursed through my head as I heard a definite unhappy sigh followed by sniffles coming from just two doors down.

I can do this, I told myself as I stepped up to the door.  I placed my hand on the doorknob hesitantly and creaking it open, peeked inside.

"You arse!" Ginny shrieked.  I slammed the door closed dodging a pillow thrown in my direction.

I leaned back up against the closed door my heart pounding. "I didn't see anything, I swear!" I said guiltily.

"Well I wasn't naked!" She snapped.

A mixture of relief and disappointment washed over me and I felt like slapping myself.  This was definitely no time to be thinking of Ginny nak... Well, anyway. 

The door swung open, and I stumbled backwards, as Ginny steadied me. "Did you ever think of knocking, Ron?"

"Er..." Actually the thought hadn't occurred to me.  I was just too anxious to see her.  To hold her.  To make her feel better. 

"Well...?" Ginny looked at me with raised eyebrows.

God, she looked so cute with her hands on her hips, and her nose all red. Her hair was up in a messy ponytail, and little wisps were flying all around her face...

"Ron? Hello?" She waved her hand in front of my face and I snapped back to life.  I was her brother now. 

"Eh..?" I said absently.

If Ginny thought I was acting strange, she didn't show it.  Obviously she was used to Ron always being a bit slow. "Why are you here?" She asked bluntly.

"I'm sorry."

Ginny nodded, sitting down on her bed. "For what that jerk did to me?"

"Harry." I corrected.

Ginny's eyes flashed. "Jerk," she said lividly. "Creep. Arse.  Low-life. Jerk."

I swallowed. "Ginny, the thing you have to know is..."

"Oh my God!" She screamed, jumping up from her bed and rounding on me. "You're on his side! You, Ronald Weasley, are defending him!"

"I'm...No..."

"Yes! Yes, you are! You should be beating him up by now!"

Okay so she was pretty distressed. But I figured she would only need a week or so to recover. "I..."

"Or... Did you already?" She said, suddenly brightening. "Did you..." she licked her lips excitedly. "Did you kill him!? Do you need me to help you dispose of the body?" She wiped her eyes for excess moisture. "Because I will," she said eagerly. "I will."

My eyes widened, she was going to need a lot more than a few weeks to recover.  I would be lucky if she came around at my eightieth birthday party.  I had a sudden horrid thought of still being stuck in Ron's body by then. 

"I didn't kill him.  I didn't even talk to him... really."

Ginny's sinister smile fell.  "Why not?" She asked furiously.

"Because..."

"Hermione is your girlfriend," she snapped. "And he's supposed to be your best mate."  She raised her eyebrows, and gestured around with her hands in a 'don't-you-get-it-by-now' fashion. "Your best mate snogging your girlfriend."

Things change, I felt like saying. Instead I said. "Well... it wasn't what it looked like."

"Oh don't even," she sneered. "Don't even try to defend that excuse for a wizard. I don't know why you would anyway."

"He's just been..." I racked my brain for something to say. Anything that could make this better.

"Different lately?" Ginny offered. "So I've heard. But I think you're the different one.  Because you shouldn't be here talking to me.  You should be comforting me, or out there beating Harry up!" She banged her fist against the wall. "I hate him, Ron." I swallowed.  Her eyes were so dark.

"No you d—"

"I promise you, I do!" She screamed. She took a few deep breaths. "He thinks he's so great, you know?"

"Gin—"

"He's not," she cut me off. "He's only famous because his parents died."

My face hardened. "Ginny—"

She wouldn't listen.  She wouldn't stop herself.  "I bet if he could give up all his fame and glory just to see his parents again, just for one instant, he wouldn't do it."

And that was all it took.  I snapped. "THEN YOU DON'T KNOW A GOD DAMN THING ABOUT ME!" I yelled, blood coursing through me like never before.  I didn't care that I was supposed to say 'Harry', and I didn't care about the sudden horrified look on her face. Good. I didn't want to be in the same room with her anymore. 

I strode past her, and slammed the door closed, leaving her to figure things out.

Anger like I had never known was pulsing through me.  It appeared that she thought the same things about my 'fame' that Ron did.  I wondered if all the Weasley's felt like that.

And I didn't particularly care to find out. 

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And that's chapter 5! Please tell us what you thought, by reviewing! It means more than you could know! And again, I am positively so, so sorry! Next chapter you will actually have your faithful author, Kristi back.  I'm just a traitor! *lol* I promise you it won't ever take five months again! Four, max! I swear! *lol* Just kidding!!!!!!!!!