Note: I was at work on a farm for a week and a few days, and I neglected the fic for a while (I was out of fuel. writers, I think you know what I mean). So slap me. Pin me down poke needles into my eyes and shave my skin off with a dull razor and feed it to the family gopher. Honestly, I don't care. But since I wish to avoid those certain calamities, I put in two new chapters. So that gopher will got to bed hungry tonight.

Two young girls, one with red and hair and the other brown, stepped into the room.

"I'm Violet!" said the one with red hair happily. Violet was wearing only red, lacy knickers.

"I'm called Olivia," said the one with brown hair, crossing her arms and smiling. She wore a sleek black cocktail dress. Harry and Ron's mouths dropped. Violet went up to Harry and kissed him full on the mouth. He looked stunned.

"Sorry we're late," said Violet, with a cute, goofy grin. Ginny started to cry and slapped Harry.

"Ginny—"

"Forget her," said Violet sternly, "You've got me," Harry stood, paralyzed, not knowing what to do.

"You must be Ron," said Olivia, walking towards him with one foot behind the other.

"You touch him, and I'll kill you," said Hermione. Olivia placed her hand on Ron's cheek.

"Afraid of a little competition? Is that because you know I'll win?" Olivia laughed. "We'd make a cute couple, wouldn't we, Ron?"

Ron looked down.

"Ron…"said Hermione, her eyes large like she was about to cry. Her lips trembled.

"Let's see," said Olivia, her finger on her chin, circling Hermione like a vulture.

"You're chubby. Your hair's a mess. Your teeth are odd and large. You're clumsy. You're not half as pretty as me,"

"Shut up," said Hermione quietly.

"And I can give Ron anything he wants," Olivia smiled at Ron.

"That's not true," said Hermione.
"Oh yeah? And what could you give them that I can't?"

"You couldn't—"

"Nothing! See, Ron, I'm better than that girl over there. Besides, I want you, Ron,"

"You couldn't give him the devotion that I give him! Or the loyalty!"

"What loyalty?" laughed Olivia, as Violet tried to kiss Harry, who pushed her away, "You were ready to leave Ron when you saw me! You have no loyalty!"

"I have devotion! You would dump him for any other man in a second!" Tears started to form in Hermione's eyes.

"I've liked Ron for ages, ages, Olivia! Even if Ron chooses you, I'll still be here, waiting. That, Olivia, is the kind of devotion you could only dream of giving him!"

With that, Hermione stalked out of the room, tears streaming down her face.

"I hope you are happy," said Ron, softly, walking away.

"What?" said Olivia, "Ron, Ron, you're my lucky boy!"

"No, I was your lucky boy. I'm going to bed,"

"Yeah, I'll see you," said Harry, following Ron.

"What?" said Violet and Olivia, simultaneously, and swiftly as they came, the two women fell to the ground.

A few hours later, the Violet and Olivia regained consciousness. Except, they were no longer Violet and Olivia. They weren't even Crabbe and Goyle; they were half and half, boys trapped in girls' bodies.

"My head…"whimpered Violet, or Goyle.

"What happened?" said Crabbe, rubbing his abdomen. "Oh my god, Goyle, I have boobs!"

"Whoa, I have them too!"

"I don't remember being a, er, girl…"

"Yeah, me neither,"

"But our voices are the same," said Crabbe, sitting up.

"Ew, we're girls with guy voices,"

"Yeah, ew,"

They had no idea what time it was, but they could tell it was night. Suddenly, footsteps rang from the end of the hall, as a shadow made its' way up to Crabbe and Goyle. It was Professor McGonagall, making her nightly rounds through corridors to see if any students were still up.

"Professor!" whispered Crabbe as she approached them.

"Help us!" said Goyle. Professor McGonagall frowned at the two girls.

"Who are you?" she said sternly, "And why are you up at this hour?"

"Professor, I'm Goyle!" said Goyle

"Yeah, and I'm Crabbe!" said Crabbe. After about ten full seconds, Professor McGonagall gasped.

"How did you get like this?" said the professor, frowning.

"I dunno…"

"Er, I remember the Weasley twins sprayed somethin' at us,"

"Right, some purple stuff,"

"The Weasley twins?" said Professor McGonagall, her lips pursed tightly.

"Yeah, those blokes," said Crabbe.

"How long ago?"
"Dunno Professor, but—"

"Wait!" said Goyle, his eyes wide, "I remember somethin'! I remember being in that room!" said Goyle, pointing at a small room with a copper door.

"Yes, that's the old potions office. But why were you in there?"

"I remember…kissing…Harry…?"

"Goyle, I think I do know what you are talking about," remarked Professor McGonagall, as Crabbe gaped.

"How!" asked Crabbe, "You're not Harry!"

"I'm not," admitted Professor McGonagall, "But earlier this evening, Harry and Ron came to me rambling about two mysterious women who confronted them and, well, I'll put it this way: The Weasley twins will be punished,"

"Oh, THAT'S good," said Goyle, standing up.

"Uh, Professor, what about, you know…" said Crabbe, pointing to his chest.

"Of course," said Professor McGonagall briskly, "Go to Madame Pomfrey. I will tell her what happened. Hopefully, you will be cured from this ailment,"

With that, the professor swiftly left to find Fred and George who were, at this very moment, celebrating their accomplishments in their dormitory, when Lee Jordan came running in.

Lee Jordan, best friend of the Weasley twins with an infamous pet tarantula, was sweating, his pupils the size of pinpricks. Lee, through some off occurrence, was wearing a leather contraption, which covered his half naked body, shaking body.