Disclaimer – I have solved my lack of fermented nuts problem, I am hiring a hit man. Or more precisely I have kicked the cat out of the house till he brings back the goods. It really isn't at all bad that the squirrel is going to die; it won't live long with these brain problems, like not knowing that I didn't own any of this.
Chapter 11In Which Terry saves Ron from a knight in shining armor (or suit of armor same difference)
Or
Weasley, damsel in distress!
Ron rubbed his cheek furiously. 'Why was Terry kissing 'Hermione' on the cheek?' Ron wondered. He sat blankly, thinking, as people chatted around him unaware of his current train of though. Then it hit Ron like running into a hard brick wall, a very hard brick wall with concrete behind it.
To be exact the thing that hit him was not a brick wall but a raisin that was hurled from the beak of Pig who had been previously been choking on it. The raisin had canopied into his eye as Ginny had rescued the bird from choking to death.
Ron held his eye and cried, "Ginny do you mind, I value my sight!"
"Sorry," Ginny said annoyed and not at all sorry. Ron went back to rubbing his eye and got back to the matter he had been pondering. 'Now why would Terry be kissing 'Hermione' on the cheek?' Then a revolutionary idea hit him (like running into a brick wall, a very hand brick wall with concrete behind it.)
'Terry fancied Hermione; it was the only logical conclusion. That's why he was always around tutoring with her or having head meetings. That's why he is always hugging her and giving her smiles! How could I have been so stupid not to notice? Just great, another unworthy male specimen, which I have to chase off. This one would be much harder to, after all he has so many qualities that Hermione likes; smart, organized, ruggedly handsome. Wait a minute, where the bloody hell did that come from? I don't think Terry is ruggedly handsome! God this body is starting to get to me,' Ron thought angrily.
Hermione elbowed Ron in the ribs and whispered angry, "Do you mind making it so I don't look like I am constipated." Ron forced a fake smile.
"WHO STOLE MY BLOODY CHOCOLATE SAUSE," Ginny bellowed. Harry blushed and took the chocolate sauce from under the table and Hermione glared at Ginny for her use of bad words.
"Harry I thought you knew better than to get in-between a Weasley and their food," Jeff said, "I remember when I stepped on one of Ron's Chocolate Frogs once, he nearly chewed off my leg."
"I am in a highly reckless state when I don't have my morning chocolate," Ginny said with a smile as she sucked on the bottle of chocolate.
"How can you drink that straight?" Harry asked in amazement.
"It's in the genes," Ginny said proudly.
"Well I would love to watch Ginny get a sugar high, but there is a pick up game of Quidditch starting on the pitch in 20 minutes and I got to find my spare set of Quidditch robes. You guys want to join," Jeff said.
"Sure thing," Ginny said accidentally tipping her goblet of chocolate sauce on Pig. Who began rapidly flying around the room hooting unceremoniously and dripping chocolate on innocent bystanders. Harry nodded his consent to join the game and got up to leave.
Ron was about to say he was coming as well but Hermione stopped him with a glare and said, "Sorry, I would love to go, but I have to work on a project with Hermione." Harry gave Hermione a sympathetic look and ran off behind Ginny saying a quick good-bye.
"Why did you do that?" Ron pouted who wanted to be back on a broom and forget about his problems.
"Because I need to give you the notes so you can read up for the Hogsmead visit," Hermione said impatiently before dragging him out of the great hall.
"Hey, I wasn't finished eating," Ron complained, but Hermione would not hear it. They arrived at the prefect's common room and Hermione went to a suit of armor next to a pot of ferns.
"Eril, the password is the 28th at two," Hermione said and the suit of armor stood up and plunged his sword into the wall. Around the sword a hole expanded until it was big enough for two people to easily fit through and the edges where incrusted in gold. The suit of armor then got on a knee and put his hands atop his sword.
Eril, the suit of armor said, "Here you are lad."
"Wicked," Ron said, "How come you never showed me and Harry this place?"
"Ron I didn't want you bothering Terry. He is very busy with school work and I know how it is hard to find a quite place," Hermione said as they stepped into the room beyond as Ron scowled at the mention of Terry. It looked much like a Library; there were dark oak bookcases along three walls and a fireplace on the fourth. A there were a few squashy armchairs and love seats scatered around the room. Some coffee tables where scatered with parchment, ink, quills, and books and there was an easel next to a chair that was thick with words. Needless to say Ron could just in vision Hermione curled up on a couch with her nose in a books for countless hours in this room.
"What exactly is this place?" Ron said following Hermione to a door on the far side as the hole they had entered from disappeared.
"Head Common Room," Hermione said.
"Wow I never figured it would look like this," Ron said. They enter another smaller room containing a bed, desk, and some squashy poufs. Hermione went to the desk looking for something.
Ron sat down on the bed and said, "Is this your room? I thought you slept in the dorm with lavender and Parvati."
"This is also my room. I just prefer to sleep in my Gryffindor dorm, because it promotes House unity and it is closer to the library. Ah ha!" she said flourishing two very fat books in front of him.
"What's this?" Ron said curiously inspecting one of the books.
Hermione jumped onto the bed next to him and said, "This is my notes for prefect and Head meetings," she said pointing to one and then pointing to the other she said, "And this is my planer." Ron opened the planer and was Hermione handwriting covering the page completely. He read down a list on the left side of the page;
'Monday-
Professor McGonagall birthday,
6:00- wake up/ get ready for day/ triple check assignments
7:00- Meet Ron and Harry for breakfast (make sure Ron remembered how to tie his tie)
8:00- Double Potions- turn in essay
11:00-Ancient Ruins- partners with Terry for group project on Chinese Dragons and muggle interpretations of them.
12:00- Lunch (Retie Ron's tie)
12:10- Go to Library to double-check the properties of distinguishing Toeroot between Poisonous Bloodsucking Cacti
1:00- DADA- Question teacher on vampire most deadly characteristic, because of conflicting data in One Thousand House Hold Pluralists (Pages 1145 section 3)
2:00- Charms- test on appearance changing charms (emphases on color changing)
3:00- head meeting with Terry about new commentators for the Quidditch matches.
4:00- tutoring Neville for the transfigurations test (Ron and Harry have Quidditch till 6:00)
5:30- Homework
6:00- Dinner
7:00- Homework (make sure Harry and Ron have started theirs)
8:00- Reread Ron's Transfigurations essay to make sure that he has the date's right
9:00- take shower and get ready for bed
9:45- Go to bed if homework is all done otherwise work on homework'
Under this list there was a black space that Hermione had labeled Homework and a large group of random reminders and notes to herself such as 'reorganize desk' and 'uncurse angry biting loveseat in the common room.' Ron wondered if Hermione actually kept so many tabs on where he was and was actually always checking up on him to help with homework and whatnot.
"You can look at that later," Hermione said taking the planer way from Ron, "You need to read up on the notes from last time which are on these pages (she indicated the pages) and we still have to go over a few things that I wrote on this page with my general recommendations," Hermione said pointing to another page laden with writing. Then she continued to drone on and Ron lost interest in what she was saying and zoned out.
The next thing he knew Hermione was saying, "Ron, RON are you listening to a word I was saying?"
"What… oh yeah, course," Ron said earning a humph from Hermione.
"Well what's you answer?"
"Huh?" Ron said who had no clue what Hermione was talking about.
"Gees for the last time how can you live in such a mess, you room is more like a liter bin?"
"What'ya talking about my room is clean," Ron said ok so maybe there were a few clothes on the floor, but not it was still fairly tidy.
"The question is what are you talking about? Your room is latterly covered in junk, there must be piles of filth taller then me," Hermione said thinking that the room was more like a bear in wasteland of boys property.
"Now that's an exaggeration!" Ron said.
"Ok so maybe they are only up to my waist but still, you would think that a house elf had never step foot in the room," Hermione said is disgust, both at the state of the room and the fact that there where house elves in the castle.
"House elves haven't step foot in our room since the beginning of 6th year. After one of them got trapped under my bed and nearly starved to death they refused to step foot in the room. A pair of trousers that turned evil, because it had some of Neville plant puss on it, tied him up under the bed when the poor thing was trying to fold up the trousers. He was stuck under the bed for 3 days before I found him when I was looking for my Quidditch stuff," Ron said recalling the story with a laugh.
Hermione looked at him repulsed, "I can't believe you! The way you treat the elves is horrible."
"Hey I saved him from the trousers!" Ron said, who thought he was the hero of the story.
"UH!" Hermione said waving her hands madly around in the air and informed him angrily, "Well you may be able to live in your own filth, but I certainly cant."
"I guess you will just have to get started cleaning then," Ron said innocently.
Hermione got up from where she was sitting and said, "You better hope I don't get trapped under the bed or I will have your head."
"I take it I shouldn't go looking for you then," Ron said laughing at is own joke but Hermione didn't think it was that funny for some reason.
"Your impossible," she said getting to the door and adding, "And even though we are stuck in each others body don't expect me to do your homework."
"Well don't expect me to do yours," He retorted.
She had exited the room before sticking her head back in and saying, "I guess you can stay here but don't touch anything, there is a method to the madness of all the paper ok."
"Ok," he answered annoyed.
"One more thing," she added ducking in for a second time, "Do you have any rubber gloves?" Ron has a funny look on his face and it was obvious that he didn't know what they were.
"I don't have a clue what tuber gloves are, but I think Harry's dragon hide gloves are under Dean's bed. Just look out, last time I went under his bed an enchanted shoe nearly took me out," Ron said flipping through Hermione's notes without actually reading them.
"What were you doing under his bed?" Hermione asked curiously.
"You don't want to know," Ron said grimacing at memory of how Ginny had chased him after he had given her last boyfriend pink hair and an accompanying purple mustache and scarlet eyebrows that grew so long the covered his eyes. He had tried to hide under Dean bed to escape Ginny's wrath, but the shoe had got the better of him and he had ended up with a black eye that he had to cover up with a bit of magic, but what Ginny did to him was definitely worse.
Hermione raised her eyebrows and was about to leave when Ron asked, "by the way what is the password; I can't remember it."
"Honestly it is easy to remember. It's the time we have our transfiguration exam, the 28th at two," Hermione said finally leaving.
Ron muttered something that sounded suspiciously like typical. His bum was really starting to hurt from sitting like this with all the cat scratches. He flopped over on his stomach on the bed the problem was his chest was squashed very uncomfortably. He rolled on his side, but that hurt the scratches even more. Eventually he lay on his stomach propped up with pillows and was very comfortable. He was really beginning to miss his old body, I mean sure it was nice to have boobs to catch food with, but they where always getting in the way. He had to jump up just to see over people's head. How did Hermione live like this it was pure hell?
Moreover, how did Hermione deal with boys hitting on her nonstop? He was a boy and he knew how boys hit on girls, but he just never before realized how humiliating and annoying it really was. He vowed to himself that he would never hit on a girl again, Mind you Ron wasn't exactly the type of guy to hit on girls; he had only done it a handful of times, but never the less he vowed not to hit on a girl again.
No boy that hit on Hermione deserved to even be in Hermione's presence. In fact in Ron's opinion no boy was at all worthy of wooing her all together: not Krum and not Terry. Ron was suddenly struck by he fact that he had no clue why his was thinking all these things, Hermione was his ex-best mate; he shouldn't be worried about guys going after her should he? He didn't know.
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Harry and Jeff had shouldered their brooms and were heading to the pitch. It had taken longer then they had expected to get ready because Jeff's extra robes were found dancing with an extremely hideous pair of pink lacy robes to a sort of odd salsa music for some reason. It took ages for Harry and Jeff to catch and counter curse them. The wind had picked up since Ron and Hermione had been out and their robes were twisting to and fro in the gusts. When they arrived, there was already a small crowd clustered around the center of the pitch.
Harry immediately picked out Ginny in the crowd, not because of her uncannily fiery red hair but it seemed as though she glowed with some unnatural brightness that never ceased to catch his eye. Ginny was chatting happily with Collin as she pulled stray strands of her hair back to her ear as the wind continued to tug at it and play with them affectionately. Harry didn't know what to be madder at: the wind for getting to cress Ginny's body or Colleen for getting to bask in her happy presence. Ginny turned and her eyes flickered to Harry for a second leaving him breathless. He was afraid to blink; missing even one second seeing those beautiful eyes seemed almost too much to bear. She turned back to Collin and laughed at one of his jokes, Harry's insides did a nasty flip.
Harry was brought out of his Ginny based dazed as Jeff said, "Is everyone here?"
"I think so," said someone from the crowd.
"Who wants to be captains?" asked Dean.
"A few hands went up and they eventually decided on Tonya (A rather good 6th year Hufflepuff) and Mark (who was a 5th year Ravenclaw) as captions. They flipped a sickle to see who got first pick and Tonya came out victorious.
"I get potter," She proclaimed triumphantly, Harry smiled, he hadn't lost his touch.
"Harris," Mark countered.
"Wiggly."
"Weasley," Harry felt a dropping sensation as though he had just plunged into cold water; Ginny was on the other team. How would he ever be able to play now?
"McGill,"
"Tomas."
"Midland."
"Jordon."
"York."
"O'Brian."
"Poplar."
"Nathan."
"Crevey."
"Lord."
"Crabapple," As the last name was called the small first year Hufflepuff ran to Mark's side. The teams designated positions (Harry of course was seeker) and there were 4 chasers because of the size of the teams. Everyone was in the air in no time and Harry became apprehensive about having Ginny as his fellow seeker, He felt forebodingness spread over him; he crossed his fingers in hopes that he wouldn't go weak like he had a few years before during matches with Cho.
Tonya was an incredible chaser and the score was soon 60 to 10. Harry was having trouble concentrating on the score; his eyes seemed permanently transfixed on Ginny, whose eyes darted around the pitch looking for the Snitch. If Ginny were to try a wonske faint right now Harry was sure that he would fall for it. York set a Blugger at Harry who narrowly escaped it. He gave himself a mental kick; He had to get Ginny out of his head. Needless to say it didn't work.
"Nice work Dean," someone said the score was now 60 to 20 in Harry's favor, He noticed Ginny squinting her eyes as though trying to determine what she was seeing. She then crouched low into a dive; god she looked good on a broom. Harry wished she would just dive forever.
A little voice in the back of his head was mimicking what Tonya was saying, but it was hard to hear over the beating of his heart, "Harry, HARRY she has seen the snitch what are you doing just sitting there? Get you bloody arse down there now and win us the game."
Harry shook himself; he couldn't let Ginny get the snitch no matter how fit she looked on a broom. Harry shot off behind Ginny (much to Harry's content getting a very nice view of her fit toosh). With Ginny's head start, she could nearly grasp the golden ball. Three of her fingers touched the ball, Ginny's fingers began to tighten, Harry watched it all in slow motion; he was being bested in the thing he was best at. Suddenly a Bludger sent by Jeff charged headlong into Ginny's outstretched hand. Harry could hear the bone crack as Ginny lost her grip on the ball. Harry knew that should have been him, if only he had kept on his game Ginny wouldn't have gotten hurt. The snitch disappeared but Harry didn't care.
"Bloody hell," Ginny cursed, "that thing hurts more than having a flesh eating slug slowly devour you," Ginny said loudly followed by a long chain of colorful language that would have sent miss Weasley off her rocker if she had heard.
"Are you ok, Ginny?" Harry said hurriedly.
"Happy as a hippogriff," Ginny said sarcastically. Harry backed up; Ginny was a bit scary when she was angry (Although Harry couldn't help but notice how incredible she looked when she was raging in pain).
"I am so sorry Ginny," Jeff said flying over, "I never knew I had such good aim. I will take you to the hospital wing while the game finishes off."
"Thanks," Ginny said cradling her hand, "I have been worse off. Once George got me with a Blugger in the neck, I was in the bed for at least a week."
Jeff and Ginny left the field, and the game continued. Without Jeff, Harry's team was having a much harder time scoring. Dean had replaced Ginny as seeker, though so it seemed that Harry's team had a much better chance of winning. Harry couldn't keep his mind off of Ginny and he resolved to himself that he was going to just have to win the game quickly and see how Ginny was doing. Three minuets after that, he caught the snitch and the score stood at 210 to 40 in his favor.
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Hermione stood at the entrance of 7th year Gryffindor boy's dorm surveying the mess like a cowboy in an old west shout out. She was armed with a mop and Windex (A/N Got to love that Windex) she had conjured out of 2 spoons (After all where are you going to find Windex in a magical place?). A gust of wind rattled the windows and tumbleweed rolled out from a pile of garbage and into another pile. 'Where did that come from?' Hermione thought.
Hermione decided to tackle each pile separately, starting with the piles closest to the door. Hermione organized things into piles and had an overflowing bag of things she deemed as trash. Hermione found an elastic inside an odd looking moldy poster; she threw away the poster but used the elastic to tie up her now red hair. Several times she had to go looking for new trash bags because they where filling up quite readily.
Hermione felt so much better cleaning; she always enjoyed get to throw away things away and purging life of unneeded stuff. Hermione worked diligently, retrieving the dragon hide gloves from under Dean's bed to protect her hands against some of the more dangerous looking things in the room. She had been forced to battle an unruly trainer that kept yodeling at the top of its lungs (A/N – do shoes even have lungs?), as well as a pair of trousers that tried to strangle her to death. It also took her a good 20 minuets to reform her leg with spells after stepping on a hairy looking shirt that had dissolved her leg up to the knee. But besides theses minor set backs, Hermione made a lot of progress.
She began to hum as she worked lost on thought. She really hadn't had a lot of time to think things out lately what with switching bodies with Ron and all. Ron's body was actually not so hard to be in apart from contently knocking her head into things like doorways because of how tall she was, always being hungry, and having a smudge of dirt on her nose. She was beginning to worry about ever getting out of his body; Dumbledore had said it would only last a mile and it had seriously been longer than that. She wondered if she could handle being trapped in this body much longer. If Ron were in her body still tomorrow, she knew her grades would drop and that couldn't happen.
But Ron would try his hardest to keep her grades up wouldn't he? What was she thinking this was Ron and they weren't even friends any more; he thought she was a know it all and would love to take her down to his level. After all he had already ruined her friendship with Krum. But even as she thought these thoughts, something seemed out of place. (I mean besides the room.)
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Ron was still lying on Hermione's bed lost in thought. As a very strange sensation came over him; he was full, not just full bloated. He hadn't remembered this feeling since it was his fifth birthday party where he had eaten the entire cake that was suppose to be for 40 people. Now like then he had a major stomachache. He refused to believe it was from breakfast because he wouldn't give Hermione another reason to gloat.
As Ron rubbed his stomach in pain he heard a loud banging noise from outside his room (ohhhhh what could it be it's such a big mystery!) Ron sat up to investigate just as Peeves floated into the room (hell yeah I can't believe I haven't added him yet!).
Now groaning, Ron thought furiously, ever since the twins had left peeves had taken upon himself to make up for their absence and had been blowing up more toilets and wrecking more priceless thing than ever before. He was holding a top hat that full to the brim with Easter eggs and from the smell of it they were half a year old at least. Peeves begin chucking them at Ron, who tried to escape. He reached the common room with Peeves on his tail and a lot of disgusting eggs on his back.
"AHHHHHHH," Ron screamed like a banshee, "HELP HELP HELP!!!!" Ron didn't know how to get out of the room because the hole he had entered from had disappeared. To Ron's luck the glimmering gold incrusted hole began to appear; Ron thanked Merlin and dove headlong through it colliding with something very hard.
"Hermione are you ok?" Said a voice above him. Ron Rubbed his knee where he had been hit as peeves flew off laughing mischievously, after pelting the other person with an egg.
"I think I am dieing," Ron said dramatically holding his knee and looking at who had asked him the question. Terry was looking worriedly at Ron as he crouched in front of Eril, whose sword Ron had jumped into.
Terry did a cleaning charm on himself and Ron before saying "I feared the worst when I heard you screams for help. Don't worry you aren't dieing it will only take a minute for Madam Pomfry to fix you up no worries. Here I will take you to her," He extended his arm. Ron looked at the arm evilly; no matter how hurt he was, he couldn't accept the help of Terry, not that little plotting Ragamuffin (got to love that word!!!). Ron ignored the hand and tried to stand up but he couldn't.
"Work you no good sticks, get up and do your job," Ron commanded his legs furiously.
"Hermione, the sword must have cut through some mussels. I will carry you."
Ron looked at him horrified; this boy really wanted to get in Hermione's trousers if he was willing to do the damsel-in-distress-carry-her-to-safety act. Ron would not be fooled though; he could just tell Terry had planed this all to happen, hurting someone to save them now that was low.
"Why can't you just levitate me," Ron said grinning devilishly. He had outthought this womanizer!
"Hermione are you ok? I could have sworn that you remember part 3 of Hogwarts a History where they explain that if you are hurt in a doorway of the castle levitation spells wont work," Terry said with a somewhat puzzled expiration. Ron narrowed his eyes; this boy sure was cunning and a good actor too. Oh he would pay just you wait.
"What kind of prat made up that stupid spell?" Ron said grudgingly letting Terry pick him up wedding style and carry him.
Terry nearly dropped Ron and exclaimed, "You're talking about the most famous head master since Dumbledore! Sir Newton defeated the witch of the west who nearly destroyed all of Ireland. He put the spell on the thresholds because he met his wife by helping her to the hospital wind when she got hurt in the threshold of the great hall. When she died he cast the spell as a memorial to her. Hermione are you expending memory lost because we were just discussing him last week in Bins class."
Ron muttered something vulgar than no one could understand as Terry's muscular chest pressed up against Ron. Ron couldn't help but think that Terry was pretty damn crafty.
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Ginny was sitting on a bed in the infirmary glancing over a Quidditch magazine that Jeff had lent her. Pomfry had given her some foul smelling blue jelly stuff to fix her hand, and she was feeling a lot better.
Ginny wasn't actually reading the magazine, but thinking about the Quidditch match. For a few fleeting seconds she had thought that she had finally beaten the, oh so famous Harry Potter, the boy she was crazily in love with. Not that he would ever care though, after all she was just his best mate's little sister who happened to be on his Quidditch team with him. It was his fault actually that Ginny nearly beat him; Ginny may have learned how to fly from her brothers, but she had learned her skills from Harry. She couldn't help it whenever he was flying she couldn't help but glue her eyes on him. Later she would mimic his movements; that's how she got so good. She actually hadn't watch him fly for a few years now, because she knew what he was about to do, possibly even before he did.
Ginny knew it was horrible, but Harry was her obsession. Ever since she had laid her eyes on him 7 years previous she had been so madly in love with him it was crazy. At first she had been rather open about her affection for Harry, but that hadn't worked. Then she had tried to forget about him completely and that hadn't worked either. Now she was at the point where she excepted that she was head over heals for him, but no matter what she wasn't going to give into her temptation, Harry had had his chance, and 6 long years of waiting had been enough for her, she was through with him; sure she couldn't help falling into his eyes, or dreaming about him every night but she knew she deserved more.
She remembered first year when she had spent the entire year writing about Harry in that journal. All the pain Tom had caused her was really Harry's fault for having her fall in love with him. She remembered the summer of second year when she had spent countless hours trying to make a lust potion only to have Fred drink it and try to snog George (ok so it was quite a laugh but still). She remembered third and fourth year as she watched Harry follow Cho around all starry eyed and how she had hated her. She remembered third year when she had gone to the ball with Neville in hopes that Harry might ask her for a dance, but that hadn't worked either.
She was tired of sitting on the sidelines waiting; she had given up. This year and all years forward she was determent to be an independent. She would beat Harry in everything for putting her through this torture after all when Ginny put her mind to something it was always done. Instead of focusing on her strangled love life she decided to devote her crafts to getting her brother and Hermione together, after all at least someone should be happy, if not her. She didn't see how they didn't see it; they were great mates and could read each other like a book. They were complete opposites, and you know what they say about opposites; they attract.
As if on cue to Ginny's thoughts, the doors sprang open to show Terry carrying 'Hermione'.
"Not another one! The things these kids do these days; you would think there was a race to die," Madam Pomfry squawked as Terry lay Ron down on the bed next to Ginny. Ginny was laughing inside her head again at yet another predicament Ron got himself into.
Terry stood off to the side watching as Pomfry bent low over 'Hermione' and prodded her knee, "Honey, does this hurt?"
"Of course it bloody does. If I was carried in here don't you think it would hurt! I need Medicine. I need drugs. Hurry, Hurry!" Ron said.
"Calm down dear girl, I can't diagnose the symptoms if you are flailing around like that," Madam Pomfry said slightly annoyed.
"SYMPTOMS!!!! THE SYMPTOMS ARE PAIN AND LOTS OF IT!!!" Ron howled.
"If you don't stop flailing and blabbering I am going to have to use a tranquilizer," She informed Ron who stopped moving and shut up immediately. Soon after, she came out with a bottle of foul pink liquid.
"This will clear you up in a jiffy," Pomfry explained soothingly, "There are 2 side effects, however. The first is your hair will turn random colors until the wound is completely healed and the second is that it may cause the painters to come a bit early."
"Whatever," Ron said, "Just give me the drugs." Ron took the pink liquid on one sip sputtering as it went down; it tasted like year old cheese (Don't ask how Ron knew what that tasted like). Ron was a bit confused what painters had to do with his current predicament. He could live with colored hair, after all he had to live with his crayon red hair since he was born, and frankly a change would be nice. Ron did hope, however, that Madam Pomfry was not talking in some subtle girl code like mum and Ginny always were. Knowing his luck they probably were; lets think, painters could mean… err… painters? …or… um… killer teddy bears… Ron never liked those killer teddy bears… yes, killer teddy bears might try and paint the walls with his blood… Ron would have to ask Hermione if she had any killer teddy bear repellent… perhaps it wasn't killer teddy bears… although it seemed rather likely didn't it… He hoped she hadn't meant spiders, but he had never met a spider that could paint so it seemed rather unlikely… it must be blokes… yeah there were tons of blokes that were painters… Ron gave himself a mental pat on the back, seeing as it was rather hard to actually do it because he was lying down.
Now as for the rest of the code, lets see 'come a bit early' what was that suppose to mean… He hoped it wasn't the synonym for cum she had been referring to; that was a bit disturbing… but no it couldn't be this girl code was probably a lot more cunning than that… Perhaps it meant that the teddy bears would be more attracted to his scent! … Wait a minute can teddy bears even smell things? … Oh, it must be that blokes would become attracted to his smell that was it! Most of them could smell after all… Perhaps Hermione could find him some bloke be gone because Ron didn't fancy guys trying to pick him up.
Harry raced into the infirmary; he had come straight from the game, and hadn't even bothered to store his broom in this dorm (He probably should have because at that exact moment Hermione was throwing away his prized toothpick collection in her rampage to clean the room, but he didn't).
"Ginny are you ok?" Harry said crouching down by Ginny's bed. Ron looked over, as he had not noticed Ginny in the room previous.
"I'm fine, after all I only broke a few fingers," Ginny said showing him her hand. Ron snorted, Ginny was always breaking bones, and a few fingers was nothing to what he was dealing with, after all he couldn't even walk.
Harry looked over at Ron and said, "Hi Hermione," Before turning to Ginny once more. Ron was flabbergasted; Harry was his best mate and all he said was 'hi' as he lay there mortally wounded.
"Is their anything I can do to ease the pain? Do you need an ice pack? A glass of water? Maybe an extra pillow?" Harry asked Ginny rapidly.
Ron said loudly, "I could use a pillow Harry."
Without looking up Harry said, "Can't you see I am busy Hermione? Could you just reach over to the next bed over and get one?"
Ron looked over at the next bed it was 10 feet away. 'Real smart Harry,' he thought venomously.
"Do you think you will be ready for the Quidditch game Saturday? We really need you," (and Harry really needed to look at her fit bottom) Harry said. Ginny's insides dropped; 'so that's what all this being nice was about was it Potter? You just want me to be there so you will win a bloody game of Quidditch? Huh, I will show you! To think for second that you might have been nice to me because you valued me as a person was to much to ask, huh, famous boy. Well you can't walk all over me any more!' Ginny thought vigorously. Her facial expression didn't change at all; she was unreadable.
"I don't know. " she said carefully like her words so that she sounded almost worried, "the pain has gone down, but I don't know if it will be mended enough to catch quaffles, after all it was my catching hand not my riding hand that was lingered." Harry continued to talk to Ginny who was smirking menacingly in her head about certain plans that she might use to get him back. Harry continued to worry about her wellbeing and fawn over her.
Terry had stood still until Harry so stupidly had told Ron to get a pillow himself, which obviously couldn't happen. Terry brought Ron a pillow before leaning down next to him so the other two couldn't hear what he was saying and whispered (rather to Ron's disgust as their faces were rather close), "I don't know why you even asked him for a pillow he is star struck by Ginny."
"Well his is my BEST MATE," Ron pointed out, "and what do you mean star struck?"
"He is head over heals for Ginny. Just look at his eyes."
Ron didn't believe a word of it but he looked over at Harry anyways. Harry happened to turn his head at the exact moment (convenient eh?) and he got a quick glance of his eyes. They were well…Green… and almond shaped… nothing new at any rate.
"He is not head over heals for her! Just because someone has green eyes doesn't mean they fancy Ginny," Ron said thinking that Terry was definitely a nutter.
"Hermione, don't look at the color, look deeper. Some say that eyes are the windows to one's sole. That look is unmistakably the look one has when they are in love. After all I should know, I wear it often," Terry said. Terry and Ron were only half a foot apart, Ron eyes bulged in surprise, as Terry stare at him trying to drive a point's home. Ron prayed to all the almighty powers of above (even the Muggle gods) that Terry was not about to kiss him. Terry's face loomed a few inches closer and his eyes closed…
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A/N- I know that you all are bout to kill me right now for writing cliffhangers again, but they are just so damn addicting. I shall make you a deal! 10 reviews before I get my next chapter out and it won't have a cliffy! And even if you like cliffies review anyways! I don't really know how much I like this chapter, but I figured I better write it cause I haven't mentioned Ginny and Harry lately and they are kind of important in the books (err evil Harry make him suffer!). Ok back to what I was saying… (I have no clue what I was saying)… I really should be studying for midterms at the moment but fanfiction is just too addictive! Oh yeah everyone should go check out my new C2 community, CAT POST (it rather lame I know)! Speaking of cats everyone should nibble their cat's ears because they are yummy! Yesterday I was looking at old stuff that I had written and I was cracking up like crazy cause I was reading a story I wrote in 4th grade and you have no idea how funny it is! Anyways I am laughing my ass off and no one is around so make me feel a little saner and REVIEW!! Oh this is my longest chapter; 15 pages I am oh impressed with myself! (Be sure to check out my disclaimers everyone; they have a little plot of their own)
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Midnight- I hope this is fast enough (I am a bit of a slow writer!) Please review again! (feel special you are on the top of my reply's)
Dwarfed Half Elf- I am glad you like they way I did the names, its really hard make it clear otherwise I think. I feel honored that you like my story, you didn't even complain about my cliffy!
b2bbrules3326- Sorry about the next cliffy but don't worry it's not really a plot thickener I just am writing it to be evil. I am such a sucker for Fred and George, I have been dieing to just go to the holidays and write them in cause they are just so funny! Hopefully this chapter will be as funny as the last (I was cracking up as I reread Ron's thoughts on painters in this chap! And Yay I updated!
Mental357- Sorry I don't write in the mirror, but I have big plans for her so stick around (like playing physiologist for Ron). I was thinking of writing in a gay mirror in the boy's bathroom just to liven Hermione's life up a bit. What do you think about that? Sorry about the Cliffy! (my sister was laughing when she read your whole list of updates, it was very cunning).
P.S My comp is still screwed up but at least now we know the problem so hopefully it will be fixed in the next week. So right now I am on an ancient I Mac (ok so maybe it really isn't ancient but my comp is much nicer) that I have to hare with my sisters so it takes a little longer to write. Anyways thanks for the concern.
hpchick13- pleased you like review again! (Yay someone thinks my rambling is funny! I better do more)