did you guess right? let's see. sorry if this gets too listy for you, but i'm afraid that's just the way it has to be...

Potions 4

What looked like Ron stood up and clapped his hands, laughing at the surprised faces all around him.

"Whoo, this'll be fun! Okay, now we have to swap clothes." He caught sight of whoever it was that had turned into George. "Wow, I must say, I look quite fetching in a bra!"

"George" blushed. "Shut up, George," he said.

"Charlie" stood up with a small grimace, one hand to his/her back. "I think the first thing to do here is give out nametags." He went over to the desk in the corner of the room, and pulled out some labels and quills, and a bottle of ink. He scribbled a name on one, peeled it off and stuck it on his chest. It read, "Angelina." There was a look of shock on the established George's face.

"I'm married to my brother!" he cried. A squinting "Harry" threw a cushion at him.

"Get over it!"

Angelina wrote two more names and handed the stickers to George and Charlie. "Anyone else?"

One by one, everyone stood up and revealed themselves. Harry turned out to be "Bill," and handed his glasses to Charlie. Ginny was a rather pleased-looking "Teddy," who gave the game away by making her hair red. Hermione was "George." Ron was "Ginny." "Victoire" was busy extracting a tarantula from "her" hair, which meant she was Lee. Bill was "Angelina," and Fleur turned out to be a grumpy looking "Hermione." Teddy was running his hands down "Fleur's" sides with a very odd look on his face, and Victoire revealed herself to be "Lee." Angelina handed out the appropriate stickers, then everyone went, one at a time, to change.

It was a little bizarre seeing everyone seated around the table in different pairs than usual. Ginny was experimenting, changing her appearance as much as the Polyjuice Potion had; one second, her hair was red, then she changed it to shoulder length, with rainbow streaks. Angelina leaned over the table to pour tea into Fleur's mug, and cried out, clutching her back with her free hand and almost falling over in the process. George leapt up to catch her.

"You okay?" He looked at her in concern, leading her to the space he'd just vacated and sitting her down. She smiled up weakly and sighed, looking over at Charlie.

"Just what have you done to yourself, Charlie?"

Charlie grimaced, Harry's green eyes painful.

"I had a bit of a run in with Norberta a couple of weeks ago. She's got herself a nest, now, you see, and a clutch of eggs to go with it. Unfortunately, I found this out the hard way. I got a nice burn and a lovely bruise for my trouble. Sorry, Angelina, I should have warned you. Just take it easy, it helps me. I've got some painkillers for it, too. They should be in the left pocket."

"Charlie, why didn't you tell us?" asked Ginny angrily, her hair going red again to suit her anger.

"'Cos Mum would have flipped, that's why," snapped Charlie. His expression softened. "I don't like a fuss. I'm used to pain, it comes part and parcel with my job." He pushed his glasses up his nose, only for them to slip back down again. "Seriously, Harry, have you never considered contacts? I hear they're popular in the Muggle world."

Harry shook his head. "I'm too used to them for me to get bothered by them now. Besides, I don't like the idea of touching my own eyes."

"You've fought Basilisks, climbed through the sewers of Hogwarts, swum in the moat, played Quidditch in the wettest of conditions, fought off Voldemort, and you're squeamish about touching your own eyes?"

"Err… yeah."

They were interrupted by a screech from "Lee." The real Lee blushed slightly at the high-pitched sound coming from his lips.

"Lee, get this thing away from me!" squealed Victoire, shaking her head vigorously. Lee sighed and stood up, cupping a hand to Victoire's head. Some of the dreadlocks began to move, and crawled onto his hand.

"Sorry, Vicky, I didn't realise she'd gone into your hair. I usually keep her there, you see. It hides her from view, and the little kids love it when she pops up from my hair."

"That's alright," gasped Victoire, a hand to her chest.

Lee laughed, and took a while to catch his breath afterwards. He coughed slightly. "Gee, Victoire, have you been feeling okay lately?"

"Yes," she replied, puzzled. "Why?"

"You just seem really short of breath is all."

Victoire shrugged. Ron got up and stretched. "I'll be back in a second, I just need to use the bathroom."

"Remember to sit down!" someone called after him, but no one was sure who.

A few minutes later, Ron stormed back into the sitting room, looking scarier than usual with Ginny's angry face.

"Ginny!" he yelled. Ginny stopped fiddling with her nose shape and looked up innocently.

"Yes?"

"What's with the tattoo on your backside?"

"What tattoo?"

"The one with a big heart and a broom and a wand crossed and yours and Harry's initials?"

"Oh, that one," said Ginny airily. As Ron continued to glare, she said, "Get over it, Ron. You shouldn't be looking at my backside anyway."

Bill chuckled. "She's got you there." He moved to reach for a biscuit and froze. "Angelina, why do you make a clicking noise whenever you move?"

"Hmm? Oh, it must be the beads in my hair. I don't really notice."

"At least you 'ave 'air zat is reasonably under control," said Fleur grumpily, her French accent having a weird effect on Hermione's voice.

"And just what is that supposed to mean?" asked Hermione sharply.

"Oh, nothing, just zat your 'air is a leetle bushy for my liking."

Teddy leapt up before a catfight could ensue.

"At least you're one of the few that got to stay as a member of your own sex. You have no idea how weird it is being in your girlfriend's mother's body."

"You 'ave ze best body around, though," Fleur grinned.

"Oh, I don't know," said Teddy airily. "Victoire's isn't half bad."

Victoire coughed loudly. "What time is it now?" she asked.

George glanced up at the clock. "Half past. We've got about half an hour left before we change back. Excuse me, I need the bathroom."

Teddy reached for another biscuit. "This is actually quite fun. Who'd have thought that Polyjuice Potion could work so well? It even recreates injuries and stuff."

"That's not necessarily a good thing," muttered Angelina.

"What was it like when you used it?" Bill asked Harry. "Who did you turn into?"

"Before I say anything else, this was all Hermione's idea." Hermione threw a cushion at him. "You know how, when we were in second year, there were loads of attacks, and stuff about the Heir of Slytherin? Well, we thought it might be Draco Malfoy, so Hermione suggested we use Polyjuice Potion to turn into Slytherins and interrogate him."

"Which ones did you chose?" asked Lee interestedly.

"I was Goyle," Harry grimaced, stretching the scars on Bill's face. "And Ron was Crabbe. Hermione was supposed to be Millicent Bulstrode, but-"

"Ok, that's enough," said Hermione quickly, George's voice going rather high, and the back of his neck turning red.

"No, what was it like being Millicent?" asked Charlie.

"She doesn't know," said Harry, "because she got a cat hair instead."

Everyone snorted or giggled at this.

"That's why you were in the Hospital Wing for ages!" exclaimed Bill. "I wondered."

"You look better as me, I must admit," said Ron's voice; no one had noticed that George had come back in.

"Ah! Where did you come from?" yelled Ron, taken by fright; George had been standing right behind him.

George raised one of Ron's eyebrows. "I thought you knew about the birds and the bees," he said. "Then again…" he glanced down, then grinned at Ron evilly, "perhaps not…"

"Excuse me?"

George just winked. "I must say, this potion lark is enlightening. How much more time do we have, Lee?"

"Ten minutes."

"Ten minutes. Surely that's enough time to tell everyone what they've learnt from being in each other's bodies? I'll start, shall I?" He sat down beside Ron and smirked. Ron suddenly looked rather nervous.

HP

ooooooooooooh, why's ron nervous? hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm...