Chapter 8: Nowhere to Be Found

Ron clapped his hands together.

"Done," he said calmly.

After weeks of work, missed classes, sleepless nights, and Myrtle's moaning between Harry and Ron the Polyjuice potion was made. Ron took to his feet and left the bathroom. Thinking about what Ron had to do as Harry made him shiver. How was he going to come upfront and ask Hermione if she had feelings from Harry? It stumped Ron. He mumbled the password to the portrait of the fat lady then after she swung open Ron stumbled into the Common Room. Harry was sitting on the couch.

"It's ready," Ron said abruptly at the site of him.

"Finally, come on."

Harry got off the couch and walked with Ron out of the Common Room and down the corridors to the girls' haunted bathroom. The boys looked down at the bubbly substance in the cauldron. For their memory of year two at Hogwarts the thought of how disgusting the potion was stuck in their minds.

"This muck was nauseating. I forgot how awful it tasted," Harry admitted, "Never thought I would ever have to drink it again."

He laughed nervously as he dumped the potion into two cups. With a stand of each friend's hair they drink the potion. Both glasses dropped to the ground and shattered on contact. They both held one hand over their mouth and one hand one their stomach. Ron stumbled along the circle of sinks, grasping them of dear life. Harry looked in the mirror, and as it did during his second year his face and skin started to bubble. Then the next instant his face was Ron's. The long awaited potion had worked.

"Harry?" a familiar voice said.

Harry in Ron's body laughed as he saw himself walked from behind the row of sinks. It was as if they were both looking at themselves in a mirror. A smile grew on Ron's face; who was in Harry's body.

"I've got to find Hermione," Ron from Harry's body said.

"Ron, was exactly are you going to be doing?" Harry said.

"Not the faintest."

Ron using his power now as Harry ran out of the bathroom. Harry rolled his eyes. Then he just walked out of the bathroom making his way back to the Common Room. Really Harry didn't have a motif for being in Ron's body. Ron traveled down the corridors. Ron knew for a fact that Hermione didn't have any extra classes at the time, as a matter of fact none for the rest of the day. Although Ron still couldn't find her. He rammed into the library.

"Hermione!" he shouted.

He was kicked out of the library as Madam Pince forcibly threw him out, insisting Hermione was not in there. He rushed into the Great Hall, thirty-minutes into the potion. Ron from Harry's body scanned each almost empty table for Hermione. Now he started to panic. He turned his tails and kept with his search.

From the Common Room Harry sitting in Ron Weasley's body rested up on the couch. The room was completely empty. The last of the students left had just gone upstairs. Harry shut his eyes and pictured a scene of a muttering Ron asking Hermione if she liked him, as in Harry Potter him. A laugh left his mouth as the portrait hole was preoccupied but someone entering the room. Harry sat up from the couch and saw that the person was none other than Hermione. The potion must have now been at least fifty-some minutes in.

"Hermione, have you seen Ro- Harry?" Harry stuttered inside Ron's body.

"No, why is he looking for me?"

All that work! Wasted! Where the blood hell was Ron? The minutes were ticking by. Harry did the first thing that he could think of still in Ron's body. Harry took Hermione's hand. She looked at him completely clueless. Harry gulped then pulled Hermione closer to him. He hesitated but placed a kiss on Hermione's lips. Hermione who though she was kissing Ron was in shock, but she was in shock for all the wrong reasons. Harry pulled back and looked at Hermione. She gave him a stare of disbelief. The portrait door was open. Hermione took it as her lead and ran from the room not making eyes contact with Harry or the person entering. Ron.

"Harry? How could you!" Ron said, his hair was starting to change.

"You were no where to be found!" Harry yelled back; his scar reappearing on his head.

"I told you that Hermione didn't like me. Now she hates me!"

"Ro-"

"No, thanks alot for ruining my life and losing me one of my best friends."

Ron walked more into the Common Room and flumped down on the couch, massaging his temples.

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