Disclaimer: No I haven't disappeared off the face of the earth because I am JK Rowling and I am writing Harry Potter seven…I'm just a sophomore with way too much homework.
The Gryffindors and Slytherins reluctantly stood up as Professor McGonagall had instructed. With a wave of their wands they all said the incantation, Dissimulo mutatio. Suddenly the room was in chaos. All of the Slytherins had opted to not wear a costume and were now sitting at their desks watching the crazed Gryffindors with smirks on their faces.
Over in one corner were the Three Musketeers engaging in a sword fight with their now real swords. Above them, dodging the blades flew a small ball of light slightly resembling Lavender Brown. A light brown rabbit with Parvati Patil's fierce eyes, hopped around the room trying to escape the chaos.
"Mr. Weasley come down here this instant!" cried Professor McGonagall. Ron was currently soaring around the high ceilings of the transfiguration room on his broom, as if he were in the middle of a game. He flew down as McGonagall continued to threaten him with detentions, but stayed in his trance. He started to sign invisible autographs for his 'adoring fans', much to the Slytherins' amusement.
Their other form of entertainment was Harry, who was currently found underneath his desk rocking back and forth. He was muttering something about flying broomsticks and fairies, trying to convince his muggle self that he was dreaming. Harry was brought out of his trance when he heard a faint scream come from over his head. He strained his ears to hear it again and left his shelter to see what the problem was.
Sitting on top of the desk was an antique bottle. It was painted bright blues and purples and had intricate designs on it. The screaming seemed to be coming from inside it. Harry carefully picked up the bottle and looked through the small hole at the top. Standing inside, amongst a sea of pillows was Hermione.
"Harry! Oh Harry, thank Merlin. Please get me out of here. This place reeks of incense!" exclaimed Hermione.
"Hermione? Is that you? How did you get in the bottle? What is going on out here? I must be dreaming this is all too strange." Harry said, sitting down at the desk.
"Harry James Potter! There will be time for questions later. Right now I need you to rub the bottle and get me out of here. And stop moving so much, I'm getting nauseous."
'Yep, I am definitely dreaming. Oh well might as well go with it,' Harry thought as he rubbed the side of the lamp slowly.
Smoke leaked out of the bottle and turned into the form of Hermione. She looked the same as she had before, except now there were gold cuffs secured around her wrists. She was sitting on the desk with her legs crossed and arms folded in front of her.
"Hello Master. I am the genie of the bottle, and I am here to grant you three wishes," Hermione blurted out. She quickly slapped a hand over her mouth, her eyes wide. 'Bloody hell! I really am a genie! That means that Harry is a muggle. No wonder he's so confused. That would make Ron a…' Her thoughts trailed off as her gaze found Ron, still striking poses for pretend reporters, and signing autographs. Malfoy and his goons were enjoying the show and laughing it up. Hermione desperately wanted to go to him and snap him out of his trance but she seemed to be glued to her spot on the desk.
"Hermione, what is Ron doing? And why is Malfoy laughing at him? And why is McGonagall breaking up a sword fight? This is the weirdest dream I've ever had," asked a confused Harry.
'Okay, he seems to know who everyone is he just doesn't know about magic…best not to confuse him anymore.' Hermione glanced over at McGonagall. Sure enough she was standing in the middle of the Musketeers' fight, trying to prevent any serious damage. 'I guess I'll have to fix this. Once I can move again that is.'
"Harry, the sooner you make your three wishes the sooner this dream will be over," explained Hermione.
"Okay," he started, pausing to think it over. "I wish that Malfoy and his friends were…gorillas!"
'What goes on in that head of his?' Hermione thought before replying "Your wish is my command, Master." She blinked and gave a short nod in the direction of the Slytherins.
Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle stopped laughing. They looked as if they had just swallowed a handful of vomit and bogey flavored Bertie Botts Every Flavored Beans at once. Long, black hair started to grow all over their bodies and their backs hunched over (even more in Crabbe and Goyle's case). Their hands and feet grew to twice their normal size and their heads ballooned up.
Harry fell to the ground laughing while the other Slytherins stared in bewilderment at the three gorillas sitting in the middle of the room. Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle stared around for a moment before they slowly got up and started to climb the furniture. The Slytherins began to scream which only caused Harry to laugh harder.
McGonagall looked away from the sword fight and saw Harry rolling on the floor with laughter. She went over to see what was so funny.
"Miss Granger, what is going on over here?" asked McGonagall when she saw Hermione's frightened face. She followed Hermione's gaze to the three Gorillas who were surrounding Pansy Parkinson and Millicent Bulstrode, who were screaming. "Oh heavens! Miss Granger, are those students?"
Hermione numbly nodded her head as Professor McGonagall rushed over to try and break up the fight. All she succeeded in doing was getting the gorillas to surround her. They formed a circle around the shocked professor and began to jump up and down, caging her.
Hermione looked over at Harry who was still rolling on the floor trying to calm himself down. 'Well I suppose he won't be of any help…I guess I should stop this.' She tried to stand up again, and found she could now. She looked around the room to try and find someone who could help her. Even Hermione did not know how to reverse this spell. 'Oh if only Professor McGonagall had taught us before.' Hermione's eyes found Ron and she ran over to him.
"Ron! Oh thank Merlin. You have to help me," she begged. Ron flashed her, his lop-sided grin that was somewhat cockier than usual.
"Hello Hermione. You'll have to wait your turn for an autograph," he said, in a voice dripping with confidence, and not the usual mumbling that escaped Ron's lips.
"What? No, Ron you have to help me. We have to fix all of this. Everyone has gone mad!"
Ron chuckled slightly. "Now Hermione. I believe that you are exaggerating slightly."
'What is his problem?' Hermione felt herself getting frustrated now. 'I hope that he never becomes a real Quidditch player, because this is not attractive.'
Suddenly she grabbed the front of his robes pulling him closer to her. "Listen Ron. I just turned Malfoy and his goons into gorillas. Seamus, Dean and Neville are in the middle of a sword fight and I can't stop calling Harry Master. Now you better help me change all of this or I swear I will get Ginny to teach me that Bat Bogey Hex."
Hermione could swear she could see fear in Ron's eyes for a moment. But then the moment was gone and he gave her that strange grin again, chuckling to himself.
"No you won't. Don't worry Hermione, nothing is wrong. Now if you'll excuse me I need to get back to my fans." He turned his back to her and went back into his trance.
Hermione was near tears. How could he say nothing was wrong? Everything was wrong, and now it was up to her to fix it, with no help mind you. She stood there staring at the back of Ron's head as he waved to invisible cameras, silently begging him to turn around and tell her everything would be alright and that he would help her fix this.
"Hermione!"
Hermione felt herself being pulled away, by an unseen force. She turned to see Harry coming toward her. 'Bloody hell, not again.'
"Yes, Master?" Hermione asked through gritted teeth.
"I know what my second wish is," he said in a rather serious voice.
Hermione gave him a curious glance. "What is it Master?"
Harry silently walked over to Ron, turned him around and brought him to stand in front of Hermione. Ron looked just as curious as Hermione and Harry now wore a smirk fit for the Weasley twins. "Alright, I wish that you and Ron would tell each other how you really feel about each other and then BLOODY SNOG ALREADY!"
He gave Hermione a shove so that she fell right into Ron's arms. Their faces were mere inches from each other, and they were staring each other in the eye.
"Your wish is my command, Master," Hermione breathed, never taking her eyes from Ron's. She blinked and gave another small nod. "I love you," she blurted.
Ron's eyes widened and a small smile formed on his lips. He leaned in closer and whispered, "I love you too."
Hermione barely had time to pray for no interruptions before Ron's mouth came crashing down on hers. The kiss was perfect, just like she had always imagined it should be. This was a first kiss for both of them and it was better than any fantasy or dream either had ever had. Ron was just about to deepen the kiss when…
"Hermione!"
Hermione felt herself being pulled from Ron again and she turned to see Harry smirking at her.
"Yes Master?" she hissed.
"I know what my third wish is."
"Yes Master?"
"First I need you to explain something to me."
"Yes Master?"
'This better be good. I was bloody snogging Ron! Holy Cornelius Fudge, I just told him I loved him and he said he loved me too. Oh bless Harry and his wishes! But why is he interrupting now…"
Hermione's thoughts trailed off as Harry asked, "Am I dreaming?"
"No Master, you aren't. It's too long of a story though. Basically we are under a spell that made us turn into what our Halloween costumes were," explained Hermione.
Harry visibly paled and gulped. "And you're sure that I'm not dreaming?" he squeaked.
"Yes Master."
"Okay, well then here's my wish. I wish that everyone was back to normal again."
Hermione smiled, grateful that she wouldn't have to come up with a solution to her crisis now. "Your wish is my command, Master." She blinked and nodded her head and suddenly everyone was back as they were.
Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle were standing around a very startled McGonagall. Seamus, Dean and Neville's swords were fake, and they were looking at each other with confused expressions. Lavender was lying on the floor in a heap next to the boys, and Parvati was in a corner, crouched down wiggling her nose and scrunching her eyes.
Hermione's cuffs were gone and the magic bottle was no where in sight. Ron was looking around in a daze. He suddenly put a finger to his lips and his ears turned a bright red, but there was still a goofy smile on his face. Hermione looked over at him with a similar expression.
"Do you remember what happened?" she asked him apprehensively.
"Do you mean how I acted like a complete git or the kiss?"
She giggled and said, "The first one. The look on your face already told me you remembered the latter."
A blush rose up his cheeks and he gave her a shy smile. She forgot for a moment that they were in the middle of the Transfiguration classroom, and moved in to kiss him again…
"Ahem." Hermione jumped back as she heard her professor and was brought back into reality. "I believe that is enough for today. Why don't you all go ahead and go get ready for the feast."
Slowly and silently the students made their way out of the classroom. No one spoke as Harry, Ron and Hermione walked to the Common Room to wait for Ginny. As they walked down the hall Ron gently grabbed Hermione's hand and entwined their fingers.
A/N: Holy Cornelius Fudge (that's actually my catch phrase by the way—I just love how it rolls off the tongue) I am so so so so so so sorry. I have had no time to write lately and I feel horrible about not updating. Okay so there is one more chapter left and then this fic is done—only two months after Halloween, but whatever. I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter. I promise to have the last chapter up by tomorrow. I am determined to finish this thing before Christmas is over. Anyways, please review! Cheers and Happy Holidays!