Hermione's hands were clammy as she stood outside of the infirmary surprisingly dreading to enter. She knew Harry would accuse her of backing up Draco in the fight, even though she hadn't. They had both been stupid enough to fight in front of the class, awarding Gryffindor and Slytherin with a fifty-point deduction, so she was ashamed of both of them. The things they had said she could never forgive so neither of them were in her good graces, and yet she was here anyways because her friend was hurt and it was her duty to wish him well. So with her hand on the knob she readied herself for entrance.

When the door was yanked open before her she was quite startled to find herself looking up into the face of Draco, which sported a rather nasty bruise. "Here to pamper your ringleader, well he's got pampering a plenty. It seemed like every girl in Gryffindor came to kiss his boo-boos."

"Oh don't be jealous Malfoy, I'm sure Pansy came to comfort you." Was Hermione's snide remark.

"Oh aye, but she kissed more than just boo-boos." Wicked laughter filled the hall when he saw Hermione stiffen, "I'm heart broken though that you thought naught of me. Your boyfriend seems to think we have something going on."

"He's not my boyfriend." She stated namely before scolding herself for letting him get under her skin. "I have no conflict with you Draco, but no love ether. Besides you called me a bitch."

"Well aren't you? A cold- close legged- bitch." With each word he closed the distance between them so that she could feel his breathe tickle her face. Her smelt of mint chocolate.

"Am I to suppose you'd prefer me to be a cold, open legged bitch." The words came out and she couldn't pull them back in. Why would she so blatantly toy with him, the boy who had terrorized her for years?

"You should be careful who you tangoed with Granger." There was only malice in his voice now, not the playfulness of before. "Most girls who make an offer like that regret it in the end." With that he walked around her heading down the hall, calling back, "Oh and Granger, I only called you a bitch so that Harry would focus his anger back on me, not on you."

Hermione was speechless, that was as close of an apology as Draco had ever said. Shaking away the conversation she stuck out her chin and made her way into the infirmary.

Harry sat with his legs dangling over the side of his cot, looking very putout. From the pile of unopened candies around him Hermione saw that Draco was right, all his fans had come to see him. Maybe that's why she had stayed away so long, to avoid the crowd.

When Harry saw her his eyes lit up and then dimmed again. Hermione judged that she had never seen his face so blue, except for whenever Sirius died.

"Hermione." He choked on his words and she could see tears in his eyes waiting to fall. Sitting down beside him she took his hand, which was so cold she began to massage it bringing the warmth it deserved. "Hermione, I'm so sorry. I- I," His voice faltered and he looked away, unsuccessfully hiding the tear that trickled down his cheek, "I jumped to conclusions and I hurt you needlessly. I shouldn't have let Draco get to me and now I see that I was just being a big jerk."

"I'd say you were acting like an asshole." There was no tartness in her reply only an understanding.

He looked at her his emerald orbs shining with unshed tears, "Will you- will you ever forgive me."

All her resentment melted away with his heart-felt plea, this was the boy she could always forgive no matter what his crime. "Of course."

Smiling weakly he wiped hurriedly at his eyes, sniffling a little; he was a man now only just then Hermione was looking at a child, a child she wanted to love and nurture. His smile broadened and turned into laugh as he tried to shrug away the moment, "Would you like a Chocolate Frog, I have six at least."

"I think that's six to many."

There laughter meshed together in harmonious concord as the two friends dug into the goods of fandom.

(Break)

"Why am I doing this again 'Mione?" Ron whined as he squeezed into a size six dress. He looked rather funny with his hair in curls and makeup applied thickly to his face, even though his checks were beat red for the corset he wore constricted his breath.

"For the last time, it's for a project in Professor Binns's. I am trying to prove how unfair it was for witches in the Victorian Times and such, to suffer such rigorous beauty extremes." Hermione had been at work for hours with Ron and they were just nearly complete. "In order to do that I had to supply an example of a guy dealing with the same hardships and his take on it."

"Yeah, but why me? If I were in the Victorian Times I would have forbade women to endure so much discomfort."

"Because silly," She shook her head patiently, "Harry's much too broad for a size six."

Ron on the other hand fit perfect and passed as a very attractive woman, despite his gangly form that was mostly hidden under the layers and layers of Victorian styled dress. Zipping up his zipper Hermione stepped back to admire her masterpiece, which was perfect from the artificial beauty mark to the wool-stockings and embroidered slippers. There was one thing missing though, retrieving her wand she flicked her wrist and muttered, "Robusto."

The scream that rang through the Gryffindor common room was so terrifying that everyone dropped what he or she was doing. Harry dropped his book, Lavender dropped her mascara bottle that ran over her shoes, and Neville dropped a vial into the cauldron he had been practicing potions with, leaving his hair instantly aflame. Everyone's eyes were affixed on the stairs that lead to the boy's dorm.

"Hermione you better hope these return to normal!" Ron shrieked franticly grabbing his chest, which was now a C-cup. "And what about my manhood!" He struggled to reach under the dress to make sure everything was all right.

"Relax." Hermione said reassuringly, "I decided to leave well enough alone, and those will shrink in a day or two."

"A day or two! What am I supposed to do till then?" The red tinge to his face now had nothing to do with the corset.

"Be a woman of course. Did you think my experiment would only last a day? You have yet to move your feet let alone walk anywhere."

"You mean I have to go out like this- in public?" Shaking his head firmly he stomped his foot. With the slippers on it hurt more than expected causing him to wince. "No Hermione, I will not do this."

The laughter that had been pleading to be let out exploded from Hermione at the spectacle Ron made. It rocked her so hard she was reduced to tears. When she could finally manage to speak again it was in between gasps of air, "Oh come off it Ron, it's too late now. Besides you would never refuse me."

"If it means going out like this, I sure as hell would." She could have sworn she saw smoke streaming from his nostrils.

"Pleeeeaaasssse Ron, be a sport. I really need this grade to prove a point. Just think this might change things for future female generations." Going forwards she took his hand and looked up at him with puppy-dog eyes. "It would mean the world to me."

"Fine," He spit out, "But you owe me big time."

"All right!" Hermione stood on her tippy-toes and kissed the big lovable-oaf.

Just then the door opened and Harry stepped in. Taking one look at them he saw Hermione and one of her girlfriends, nothing unusual- save the dress. So he backed out with a, "Pardon me."

Then as if a lightning bolt hit him he stopped, "Ron?"

"Don't say a word." Came the gritted-teethed reply.

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