Ron did eventually make it to class, after claiming to have seen Madam Pomfrey. And so the day went on, much like it usually did, but Ron couldn't say anything to Hermione with out stuttering madly. Hermione would always giggle at him, and in the case of when they were in the common room; sit on his lap, which made him leave the room immediately.

Harry had spent most of the morning in shock that Hermione would go to such lengths to tease their best friend, but soon caught on that this was probably for the better.

Potions class had finally caught up with the trio, but it was there last class of the day. It was a N.E.W.T class and so there was only ten people left in the class from all of the houses. There was the trio, Neville, Malfoy, Pansy, Hannah Abbott, Susan Bones, Terry Boot, and Mandy Brocklehurst. Today Hermione sat beside Neville and in front of Ron and Harry.

While Snape lectured on and on, Hermione felt the back of her head being gazed at by Ron. She wanted to turn around and get lost in his steady and deep blue eyes. Those pools of unwavering loyalty and kindness that always made her turn to goo.

"And so that is why we will be having another assignment this week." Hermione snapped her attention up to the front of the room where Snape was now pacing. "I want a potion from chapter 24 brewed so the effects last a week and also two rolls worth of background information."

Hermione could practically invision Ron biting his lip in anticipation of the challenge. Ever since they all started their N.E.W.T level potions class Ron had taken an extreme liking to the "art" of brewing potions. He still disliked Snape as much as the rest of them, but because potions took a lot of strategy and planning, he was the best in the class – even surpassing Hermione, much to her disappointment. Yet she was very proud that he had found something school related that he was interested, besides quiditch that is.

"Class is dismissed."

Hermione began to throw her parchment and quill into her bag when she dropped her spare quill that she always kept out "just in case". She was about to bend over and pick it up when Ron surprised her by picking it up for her.

"You dropped this 'Mione," he smiled kindly and also turned a light shade of pink. His name for her made her stomach do summersaults and she wanted to grin like an idiot, except he was still looking at her for a response of some sort.

"Uh, thanks Ron." That was all she could manage before Harry was rushing them out in an attempt to escape Snape's glare of death.

"We're finally finished for the day!" Harry exclaimed in excitement.

Ron shook his head at his best mate. "You heard Snape, we'd have to start working tonight if we want any free time this weekend."

"You're sounding more and more like her," he pointed his thumb over at Hermione and scowled.

"Hey!" Hermione interjected and scowled right back at him.

Harry took this opportunity to stick his tongue out at her in a mocking manner, but Hermione was quicker then he had judged and she soon had a hold of his tongue.

"HER-IEEEEEEE!" He howled at her until she released his tongue.

"You deserved that one, mate." Ron commented as they kept walking to the Gryffindor common room.

They spent most of Friday and all of Saturday bent over a cauldron and writing when they weren't, and managed to get some free time Sunday. Unfortunately, Harry was holding quiditch practice that day.

"Remember Hermione, you've got to help me with my charms essay when I get back – I need you!" Ginny pleaded with Hermione on her way out of the common room. She was of course their new star chasers that made every guy, 5th year and up, swoon over her. It helped that she inadvertently gained a flirtatious attitude and well her looks only made her more irresistible in guys' eyes. Ginny knew she was irresistible as well. That's what made her dangerous. Her hair had grown out to her bum and was still absolutely straight and made it look as if she had a curtain of copper at her disposal. She had grown to be almost 5'9" but was still very light, "for chaser reasons", as she always put it.

So Hermione found herself in the library getting ahead on next weeks transfiguration assignment, until a freshly showered Ginny came in a few hours later.

"Alright, so where do we start?" Ginny asked glumly.

Hermione smiled wanly at her closest female friend. "Let's just start from the beginning."

So an hour and a half later, they left the library for the dorms so they could finally call it a night. When they got back to the common room, there was only two people left in the room and they were leaning over the chess board in intense concentration. Harry glanced up at them and first saw Ginny. His gaze was unwavering as Ginny crossed the room and she smiled comely at him.

Hermione rolled her eyes at how love sick they were and they couldn't even see it. When she looked past them Ron was staring at her and smiled when they caught each others glances.

"I suppose it's time for bed now," Harry sighed. "Now that we've seen that the ladies have arrived safely." Harry winked at Ginny, making her grin back.

The trio had potions first thing that Monday morning and for once they were on time to breakfast, although a bit tired from their late night. As was their breakfast routine Ron and Hermione sat across from Ginny and Harry and they ate in quiet companionship, and then left Ginny to go to dreaded potions.

After putting their bags down by their seats, they were instructed to place their potions and essay scrolls on Snape's desk. Once they were sitting back down Snape walked out from behind his desk.

"Everyone turn around and face the back wall. If anyone chances a look towards the front they will have detention, and it won't be scrubbing the trophies."

So everyone slowly turned their chairs around and began staring towards the back in bewilderment. Hermione wasn't so disappointed because she was getting the chance to just stare at a certain mop of red copper that she so admired. For a couple seconds she even went as far as imagining running her fingers through that hair or using it to pull him down to kiss her.

"Face the front now," Snape chided.

Everyone did as commanded, but if Hermione read Malfoy correctly he had obviously been sneaking glances at what their professor was up to and it was obvious that he was up to something.

"Now each of you is to come to the front one at a time and take a flask from the tray and return to your seat. Do not drink the potion until I tell you too."

Hermione looked at the flasks up front and noticed that they were the one's they had turned in, except all of them were now completely black so you could not tell which was what. She knew what both Harry and Ron had made, and she prayed to whatever God there was that she didn't pick theirs. Harry had picked a rather difficult one, much to both Ron and Hermione's chagrin. He had chosen the "Mind Reading" potion, or Lettura Menta. Ron had to help him through most of it but even Hermione cringed at the directions; it was most definitely a challenge. Ron had chosen a truth potion that rivaled the veritism, but the person who swallowed it still kept their wits about them. It was called Verită. She had chosen the Impavido potion. A potion that made the drinker brave and in the back of her mind she hoped Ron had gotten it so he might admit his feelings to her before she made him spill his guts.

"Ms. Granger."

She got out of her seat as calmly as she could and hoped that didn't get Harry's or Ron's… or Neville's, or even Pansy or Malfoy's. Oh Merlin the odds were against her. When she did make it up to the front she took one from the far right side and made it back to her seat with out showing how nervous she was; or so she hoped.

Finally everyone had made it up and taken a potion of their choice.

"Stoppers off and swallow it all."

Swallowing her better judgment Hermione swallowed it all down in one like everyone else.

Meanwhile Ron was feeling semi-queasy and wondering whether he'd taken Neville's potion because he didn't feel any different. Well maybe a bit shorter, but that was just weird. When he looked over to ask Harry how he felt he noticed that Harry was no longer sitting to his right – in fact – there was nothing but the end of the table on his right. Maybe he'd accidentally taken Harry's seat today. So he turned the other way and nearly fell out of his seat when he saw his own body sitting their beside him. Frantically he looked at his hands and noticed that they were a little smaller and that he was wearing glasses…

"Oh Merlin," Harry groaned from Ron's body.

Ron was about to add a remark to that, but Hermione had jumped out of her seat and was turning redder by the moment.

She couldn't understand what was happening. Well she knew what was happening, but why now? She felt that familiar heat make its way down to her center and she thought she would catch fire from the intensity. She needed to orgasm and she needed to do it now. She couldn't though. She would have to relax and wait and maybe it would go away. So she got past the roaring in her head enough to notice that she was gasping and heaving her whole chest with it. Snape was yelling at her to take her seat and she finally obliged.

"Twenty points from Gryffindor for Ms. Granger's interruption." Snape said.

"But – "Ron in Harry's body began to remark.

"Ten more for Mr. Potter's then." Snape smirked at them.

Hermione was still breathing harder then normal but she was gripping her seat to keep her body tense and unmoving.

"Class is dismissed."

They all pored out of the classroom in a rush and with Neville clutching his head. It seems he may have taken Harry's Lettura Menta potion. He was now looking at Hermione in horror when all of a sudden Neville was looking really attractive – good enough to shag. Hermione immediately deceased that train of thought and fought to think of innocent things.

"How are you feeling mudblood? A little warm?" Malfoy hissed at her.

"Shut-it Malfoy," Ron snapped back.

"Malfoy, doesn't Hermione look pretty today?" Harry asked, from Ron's body.

Hermione threw him the dirtiest look she could manage, until she heard Malfoy stutter a response.

"Well, y-yes, she's st-st-stunning." Malfoy clapped his hand over his mouth and retreated before his traitorous mouth could do him more harm.

Harry laughed so hard and even slapped Ron on his back and so they were both laughing, with their hands on their knees. When they realized that Hermione wasn't laughing with them they stopped and looked at her in bewilderment.

"What's wrong 'Mione?" Harry asked her.

Why was Harry using that name, and when did Harry become hot! She groaned and shook her head, refusing to look at him. She was not going to admit that she was randier than hell and needed to get off right then and there or else.

"It's nothing," she began. "How about I meet you guys at the next class I forgot my book for Charms in my room."

Both of them nodded and watched her sprint down the hall.

"So how are we going to do this?" Ron asked from Harry's body.

"Easily. We keep it a secret, even from Hermione. Wouldn't be fun?" Harry asked grinning widely.

"Is that what I look like when I think? Because I look like an oaf." Ron commented.

Harry laughed with his best mate until they reached the great hall.

"So, are we agreed?" Harry asked.

Ron, in Harry's body grinned and nodded. "Let's see how long we can keep up this charade."

Ron was about to walk back to his usual seat when Harry pushed him over to where he was to be sitting for the next week.

"Aren't you two a bit old to be pushing each other around," asked Ginny.

What would Harry say? What would Harry say?

"Never!" Replied Ron from Harry's body.

His sister just raised one delicate eyebrow at him and returned to her lunch plate. Harry just shook his head as if to say, great job you git of a head boy.

So they ate mainly in silence and waited for their break to be over with.

Hermione finally made it up to her room and threw her bag in a corner ad nearly jumped out of her knickers, keeping her shoes, skirt and everything else on. She leapt backwards onto her bed and hitched her skirt up with impatience. Quickly, she finished the job and waited for the heat to go away and her pulse to slow. When it did, she went to her private bathroom and washed her hands and splashed her face with some cold water. Well, that wasn't so bad. Except by the time she had her bag repacked for the remainder of the classes, her center was aching again with that unbearable heat.

One thing was for sure; it was going to be a very long week.

A/N: I don't normally include these little author notes, but I wanted to thank the people who have read this and to let all of you know that on average I like to keep my chapters between 1000 and 2000 words a piece. I always thought those ones that were like two paragraphs were ridiculous. This is the last time I'll be able to post until well into next week because I'm off to a tournament in Florida for a week. However, I should come back with even more chapters. So please review lots so I'll want to post them pronto!