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The winter holiday was interesting to say the least. With everyone away from Hogwarts, the body swapped teens had free run of the entire school. Dumbledore, stuck between being happy for Ron and Pansy and utterly nauseous at the idea of them shagging every hour on the hour, kept to his chambers.

"I can't believe we slept that late." Seamus muttered, sleepily sliding onto the bench beside Dean. Crabbe and Goyle sat across from them, looking equally tired.

"What's up with you four? None of us ever see you and now you are sleeping in at the same times. What's up, spill." Ginny said, leaning forward on the oak table.

"Oh, it's nothing Ginny, we were just up late giving each other facials and it ended in a rather long pillow fight." Goyle said, for some reason talking to her like he had known her for years. Well, he had known her for years, but now they were acting like best friends. With out the social constraints that Hogwarts created between Gryffindor and Slytherin to stop them, Ginny had been finding Goyle and Crabbe's company rather enjoyable. Ginny simply stared, finding no words to say.

"Again…that isn't homo-erotic at all." Draco muttered as he walked by, giving his former henchmen a rather annoyed look as he made his way over to hit next to Hermione who was attempting a cross world puzzle, thoughtfully chewing on her lower lip.

"What's six letter word for girl?" She asked with out looking up as he sat next to her, resting his chin on her shoulder.

"Potter." He said with out missing a beat, causing her to choke on the water she was drinking, struggling not to laugh before looking down and looking thoughtful again.

"Hey, it fits." She said, writing it down and continuing on the cross word. "Five letter word for gay…." She said to herself, brushing the feather of her quill under her chin.

"Harry." Draco answered, stealing a sweet roll from her plate and taking a bite. She punched him lightly in the arm, rolling her eyes.

"Gay as in happy." She laughed, trying to control herself as she glanced over at Harry who was giving her a confused look as he brushed Ginny's rebellious black hair. "Happy…no that wouldn't fit. Harry would though."

"Hey, he seems happy." He objected, dodging a smack over the head. "What? He's more comfortable in that body then he ever was in his own." This resulted in a rather angry look from Harry.

At that moment, Blaise walked into the Great Hall, looking rather bothered. "Where the hell is Longbottom?" He demanded, not use to Neville's high pitch voice as his own. With out looking up from what they were doing, Fred and George pointed up at the ceiling where Neville was dangling from the chandelier. Everyone else followed suit, pointing up as they continued their activities. Blaise shook his head, eyes wide with disbelief.

"How long has he been up there? Why hasn't anyone tried to get him down?" He demanded, climbing onto the table and trying to reach up for his body.

"Because, he'd just get himself stuck up there again." George said, not even looking up from the letter he was writing. Fred nodded in agreement and so did everyone else in the hall.

"He's right, he'll never learn if we always get him down." Hermione said logically, sitting back to gaze up at Neville who had long since given up crying for help. How he had actually gotten up there, no one knew. When was Neville Longbottom NOT attached to the ceiling? Blaise gave them all rather dirty looks, cooing to Neville softly as if he was a frightened bird.

"Don't listen to the mean people, just let Blaise help you." He said, reaching up his hands. Neville shook his head, clinging to the chandelier that was swinging dangerously.

Ignoring the two boys teetering on the table, Fred turned to his brother and sighed. It had been weeks, and they wanted nothing more then to simply change back. Their mother had been right when she said if they kept tricking people, one day they would trick themselves.

"I'm feeling very sad." Fred said. "Hold me George." He leaned against his brother as an owl flew in, crashing into a bowl of fruit. Errol.

"It's for you guys." Ginny said, handing the letter to her brothers and turned back to Harry, who was busy painting his nails. "God damn it, Harry, at least try to act a little masculine, I don't care if you are in my body." She snapped, stomping past him and of course, making Harry look ready to cry.

"But you always like the pink nail polish." He objected, chasing after her and nearly tripping over Goyle and Crabbe who were learning Yoga from Seamus.

"You aren't my favorite person right now." She snapped, wishing for once that Harry could be the man she knew he was. Granted, he was in a girl's body, but that was no excuse. "You're like a…man-child. Grow up and be a man." She added, running away with her arms flailing around her. Fred and George simply looked at each other, shrugging and opening the letter. The whole eating area went silent, watching Fred and George read quietly.

"Dear Boys, when you were both five, George…that would be you dear, you got in an accident that involved an exploding raccoon…" George read quickly. "Well, to make a long story short…and don't worry, the raccoon was already dead, you got so frightened, you ran head first into the wall, cracking your skull. This, I am convinced, is what made you so weird. But I digress. After many of your letters, I was able to discover, from this collision, that George has a scar on the top of his head, because darling, you really did charge head first into that wall. I hope this solves the problem. Love, your mother." George read out loud, Fred basically leaning over his back and making George lean over from the weight. Pulling back, Fred examined his brother's head curiously.

"There it is….you're George!" Fred yelled, shaking his brother by the shoulders. George stood up, looking excited before looking depressed.

"It means…we never changed…." George concluded a very foreign depressed look crossing his usually chipper features. Fred, coming to the same realization, had a very similar expression forming on his own (known for sure) face.

"Well, that's not fair…. I mean, what if I wanted to change, how come you all changed and we didn't? What so great about any of you?" Fred questioned, almost in tears. Hermione slowly got to her feet and walked over to the questionably insane twins.

"But you guys were so depressed when you didn't know who you were. You should be happy that you are yourself. So, what's the problem?" Her comforting was received by a very angry look from George, causing Hermione, even though she was in Draco's body, to step back in fear. (Which everyone was use to seeing anyway so it really isn't relevant to the story… Where was I).

"There are many reasons why this is not a good thing… Mainly because I know that Fred and I have shagged the same girl, which is going to give me nightmares for a month, and Dumbledore doesn't think we are good enough to be switched, what's wrong with us?" George finished with his head in his hands hiding his tears.

"I could name a couple of things but the list is very long and I just don't think we have the time." Draco's comment was received by a very stern look from Hermione, but her eyes gave her away, he could tell she was trying not to laugh.

"Of course Dumbledore thinks you are good enough. The reason he switched us is because we weren't, we were troublemakers." Hermione's last ditched effort was received with even more crying from George and a look of utter hatred from Fred.

"We weren't bad enough? We didn't cause enough trouble here to get switched? I am going to have a few words with that Oaf of a Headmaster." Fred yelled as he stormed out of the Great Hall on his way to the Headmasters office. He was about to turn the corner when he heard yelling coming from none other than Pansy and Ron. He caught something about a girls perfume smelling pretty and Pansy looking nice but he couldn't understand why that would piss her off so he leaned in to hear more.

"What, I gave you a complement I don't understand why this is turned around on me." Ron almost whined, clearly losing this argument.

"This turned around on you when I only looked fine, and slutty Lavender Brown smells pretty. I know you have a thing for her, don't try to deny it." Pansy yelled, pulling her hand back to punch him. Seeing this Ron immediately grabbed her hands and held them in front of her.

"Look, I don't like Lavender, I promise, that's just creepy. I didn't mean it like how it came out. I think you're gorgeous, honestly, down right shaggable." He added, cocking his head to the side in that annoyingly adorable way that he does, with a smile growing on his face. "Besides, you know you are the only girl for me, Schnuckum whukum, honey woney bunny."

Pansy looked up into his eyes, "Do you really mean that Ronny wonny?"

"I do, pumpkin." But as he said that her knee came up into his groin seeing as it was the only weapon she had because Ron was still holding her hands. He quickly let go of Pansy, grabbed his crotch and hit the floor, hard. "What was that for?" He cried in a very high pitched, cracky voice.

"That was for even thinking about Lavender. But now it's ok and I can help massage out the pain if you want." She added and a very innocent but seductive way.

Fred, standing around the corner tried to hold in a gag that was threateningly close to the surface. 'George would get a kick out of this. Something to torment Ron with for the rest of his life, this day is finally turning around. Though, I would have been happy living my whole life without the image of Ron and Pansy shagging each other senseless.' He thought with a shudder as he headed back to the Great Hall to tell the others what he overheard. 'I just hope this time they make it out of the hallway.'

"Can't see…." Fred gasped, lurching into the Great Hall once again, hands pressed over his eyes. "….Ron…." He made a fake gagging sound as he fell next to his brother at the table, looking terrified. Everyone stopped, turning to look at Fred curiously, even Neville who had finally gotten down and was whispering with Blaise. Crabbe and Goyle looked up from their conversation with Ginny, heads tilted to the side.

"What about Ron?" George asked, looking up from his list of things to do. He had actually made a list of criminal mischief they could embark on at once. They'd show Dumbledore bad if it killed them.

"Ron…and Pansy…shagging. Can't see…" He stammered dramatically before laughing hysterically. "Seriously, you should have seen the face he was making. 'Oh Pansy…" He mimicked, making his voice a little higher to match Ron's. This made everyone laugh, their laughter filling the Great Hall. They were so busy joking at poor Ron's expense, they didn't see Dumbledore standing in the doorway, a little smile on his wise features.

"I'm so excited!" Pansy squealed, running in front of Ron and Draco, her footprints evident in the snow as they made their way to Hogsmeade. Draco rolled his eyes, resisting the urge to simply make a slush ball and peg it at the back of her dark head.

"And really…she just can't hide it." Harry muttered under his breath in a small little song, getting a snicker from Crabbe who walked by talking to Neville. Dumbledore had actually given them permission to go Christmas shopping at the small village as long as they didn't get in TO much trouble. This of course, immediately made it impossible for Fred and George who were in detention for turning all of the owls in the Owlry into guinea pigs. There were two things that bothered Dumbledore. One was that the Weasley's had actually known the spell, and that they were the first students in Hogwarts history to get a Detention during the Holidays. They hadn't even shown remorse, simply glared and demanded that he switch them.

"Hey…um…Harry?" Draco asked, hurrying to catch up with the red headed girl. Harry turned, blinking at Draco in confusion.

"Mal…Draco." He answered, slowing his steps to get some distance between them and the crowd of students. Draco looked nervous, even in Hermione's body.

"Um…well…about this whole Christmas thing. I was wondering…" He swallowed, trying not to simply stop talking and run. He didn't want to ask this, but there wasn't anyone else. He had tried Blaise, but in the end, asking him was weird. He had ended up asking Blaise to turn around so that he didn't see Neville's face when he talked to him. This upset Blaise, who had claimed that Neville was a gentle soul that didn't deserve this kind of treatment and had stomped off. His second attempt to ask Crabbe and Goyle had been utterly useless, seeing as they were both getting ballroom dancing lessons from Ginny. It had been completely disturbing seeing both of the large men being led in a dance by a very skinny Ginny in Harry's body. Thank God no one had seen them. So, with all of the options gone, Draco found himself asking Harry.

"Spit it out, man." He said, giving Draco a friendly shove. The boy smiled nervously, pushing his hands in his robes to warm them.

"Alright, Christmas is coming…and I want to get Hermione something. I mean, I was thinking it would be easy enough. Go to lingerie store and try some things on and pick the one that looks the best on her, but then I realized….while I might enjoy it, I don't think she would, so…bloody hell, I have no idea what to give the girl." He said, playing with some wet snow in his hands as they walked. Harry tried not to laugh, rolling his eyes.

"Give her a book. Hell, with your money, give her a damn library and she'd love you so much, you'd shag for two days straight." Ron said, trying to catch up with Pansy who was now frolicking in the snow stupidly.

"And since when did you start caring what Hermione liked…and for that matter, when did you start actually considering her as a friend." Harry asked, hugging himself from the cold.

"When I saw her naked." Draco answered casually, laughing as Harry almost walked into a tree. While Harry tried to rearrange his skirt, Draco gave into the impulse and chucked the cold, slushy like snow ball at the back of Pansy's head and ducked behind Harry, pointing at Harry.

"He did it." He said as Ron turned to give them the death glare. Harry simply stood, looking completely confused and befuddled.

"Ohhhhh Myyyyy Gooooodddd." Pansy screamed wet snow dripping down the back of her head. "You're dead, Malfoy." She screamed, making a move to lunge at the frightened Draco Malfoy. Ron grabbed her, dragging her away.

"Honey, we've talked about these rage black outs." He said softly. "Stay cool and I promise to buy you something sparkly." He added. This calmed Pansy down considerably and after giving Draco another glare, stomped away.

"Sorry…couldn't help myself. Anyway, where were we? A book you say?" He asked, looking at Harry. Harry shrugged, nodding. "But….why?" He asked, looking confused. Why would a girl want books? Usually he just gave them chocolates or flowers, but Hermione was different. For one, she had his body, and for another reason, she was actually smart. Sighing, he walked ahead, looking frustrated.

"Oh…" Pansy whispered, looking through the window at the expensive dress robes. She could afford it, but for some reason she wasn't interested. I know, alert the papers, Pansy Parkinson wasn't interested in buying something pretty and expensive.

"Hey…Pansy, can I ask you something?" Ron asked nervously, shifting his weight from one foot to the other as he gazed at the girl he loved. They had only been together for a week, but something told him that he always had loved her. Wanted to look after her, protect her. Even if it meant fighting with her every day. He'd finally realized that he'd rather fight with her all the time then be with anyone else.

"Sure, Ronnykins." She said, giving him a little peck on the cheek as she moved to admire some rather expensive jewelry that Ron was sure could feed his family for a year, longer if his parents didn't like them so much.

"Umm.." He stammered, looking nervous and the tips of his ears turning red as he fingered something in the pockets of his robes. She turned, gazing at him calmly which of course, stunned him even more into silence as he gazed in her pale face. Draco rolled his eyes as he passed, a mysterious small box in his hand as he did.

"Breath, Ron. Just…use small words." She said, taking his hand in her own as she played with the buttons of his robes, which of course, distracted him only more.

"Pansy…HoneyBunny." He said, using his little nickname for her. "Will you marry me?" He finally blurted out. Everything and everyone froze, turning to gaze at Pansy, who looked ready to either pass out or throw up. "I know I'm not rich, and I know it won't work… well… I know you think it won't work and we're both really young…but I want to protect you, make you happy…" he stammered looking really nervous.

"Yes." She blurted out, eyes widening at her own answer. He looked up hopefully.

"Yes?" He asked, looking a little nervous. She suddenly shook her head, dark curls flying about her face.

"No." She said after a thought and Ron looked ready to cry and kill himself.

"No?" He asked, looking confused and crushed.

"Yes." She said after another thought, tilting her head to the side.

"Yes? Are you sure, woman?" He asked, looking frustrated. She finally shook her head, frowning.

"No…I mean, No, we shouldn't." She said finally, holding his hand in hers. "Ron…we can't."

"Why not?" He demanded, looking a little upset. Her eyes widened and she smiled, rolling her eyes.

"What do you mean, why not? Think about it." She said, looking as if it was the most obvious of answers. He looked hurt, shrugging his shoulders.

"Besides being too young, having no place to live….and feeling a little awkward about being the only girl at Hogwarts with a husband…give me one good reason why not?" He asked, looking frustrated. Draco chose this moment to walk by, whispering to Harry in a hushed voice, gesturing toward the small box in his hand. Hearing Ron's question, he stopped and grinned.

"I'll give you two good reasons why not, my mother and my father. They're married and they hate each other. You've seen them.." He said, gazing at Pansy. "Am I right?" Draco asked, pushing the small box into the pockets.

"So what?" Ron commented, looking frustrated that Draco had chosen that moment to actually pretend to acknowledge his existence. Draco let out a sigh of exasperation, throwing his hands up in the air.

"Well…look, it's like the Malfoy money. He loves the money, he hates his wife." He explained it like it was the most common thing in the world before smiling and walking away, once again whispering to Harry. To an onlooker though, this seemed normal. Hermione Granger whispering to Ginny Weasley. Ron blinked, his mouth falling open as he sighed, his hand slowly pulling out from his robe pocket, looking depressed.

"I promised my father that I would marry who he chose, that I would only be with one person, save myself. I gave him my word." Pansy said, trying to explain it to Ron who looked very upset.

"Well your word is shot to hell now, don't you think?" He asked, eyes widening as he hinted at their many escapades in the closets of Hogwarts. She blushed, face turning a bright red before giving him a rather gentle but firm slap.

"You arrogant son of a bitch!" She snapped. "So I'm just some slut that sleeps with any red headed bastard?" She demanded, pushing away from in anger.

"Pansy!" he shouted, chasing her through the snowy streets of Hogsmeade. "Would you just…for once, just say with me?" He pleaded, grabbing her by the hand, ignoring the strange looks they were getting from Neville and Blaise who were openly flirting with each other and exchanging early gifts.

"Stay with you? What for, look at us, we're already fighting!" She snapped, still trying to walk away. Ron chased after, grabbing her by the hand and pulling her in for a kiss that ended with a smack to the head from her.

"Well, that's what we do! We fight. You tell me when I'm being an arrogant son of a bitch, and I tell you when you're being a pain in the ass….which you are, about 99 percent of the time. I'm not afraid to hurt your feelings, you have like a two second rebound rate and you're back doing the next pain the ass thing!" He snapped, gazing at her longingly as Harry gently pulled Ginny away and shooed Crabbe, Goyle, Seamus and Dean into a near by shop to give the arguing couple some room.

"So what." She hissed, pulling her hand back to get away.

"So…it's not going to be easy. It's going to be really hard and we're going to have to work at this every day…but I want to do that because I want you. I want all of you forever. You and me…everyday and to hell with your father. We don't need him or his money…well…the money wouldn't hurt, but the way I see it, we have it pretty damn good seeing as we're in love, we're young and we…actually have our own bodies." He said, drawing in a deep breath and sighing.

Pansy gazed at him, a sad expression on her young face. "Ron…it just wouldn't work. We're so different and…we never get along and I made a promise to my father. I don't know why I let this go on as long as I did…" She began before Ron interrupted her.

"Would you stop thinking about what everyone wants. What I want, what they want, what you're parents want, what do you want…and remember, what you want and what I want should be the same thing… please." He added, taking her hand in his again and holding it to the center of his chest. "I've…I've messed up a lot, I've made a lot of bad calls with the people I care about. You're the one thing I'm not willing to take that risk with."

All Pansy could do was stare at Ron, utterly confused about what to do, her emotions tearing at her from all angles.

Sorry to leave you there, I hope you liked it. What do you think Pansy will say? Why were Crabbe and Goyle learning to ballroom dance? Or more importantly, what did Draco get Hermione for Christmas? So, just drop me a line or two.

I hope to get the next chapter out very soon but as most things are with my life what I want and what happens are never exactly similar.

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