Ron opened his eyes the next morning, and it took him a few moments to remember where he was.

'Well, I'm still here.' He fell back on the pillow, giving himself a few minutes to wake up. Then the phone rang.

'NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!'

He made his way back to his room, clutching his wand, and took a deep breath before knocking on the door.

He knew now how Fred and George must feel when they looked at each other, but more so. Because, it wasn't a twin; it WAS him.

'Bloody hell.' They even used the same words.

-o0o-

Hermione woke and looked around her room. It was her room; she was back! She had to be certain so jumped out of bed and pulled open the wardrobe door; there were her dresses hung neatly on hangers, and her shoes on the floor. There were spell books on the side, not glossy magazines.

She was back. Her parents were here, and Ron. Rupert wasn't, and nor were the millions of galleons. But, she was back in her world; the real world. Except, it wasn't a real world, it was a world somebody had made up and all the things that had happened to her and her friends could have been avoided. She punched the wardrobe door in frustration.

'Ow! That hurt!'

She went to the bathroom and put her hand under cold running water until the pain began to subside. She may be the figment of somebody's imagination, but she was definitely real. She could think – and feel.

She looked at herself in the mirror. The paint and powder was gone, along with the elegant hairstyle.

'Ron loves me, and we'll have children together and be happy. Rose - Rosie, Hugo. And we'll play in the garden and go on trips and I'll watch them grow, with Ron. Make the most of what you've got.'

She decided she should tell him she was back; he must have worried about her.

-o0o-

'WHAT THE BLOODY HELL ARE YOU DOING IN HIS ROOM?'

She couldn't believe her eyes. This was obviously Emma, the painted film star, in MY boyfriend's bedroom in MY nightdress. Hermione pushed the girl aside.

'Well, you certainly didn't waste any time, did you? Getting your foot in the door, are you?'

'Hermione?'

'Oh, he mentioned me in passing, did he? What have you done with him?' She stormed into the bathroom, but it was empty. She pulled open the wardrobe, and even looked under the bed.

'WHERE IS HE?'

'He's not here.'

'I can see that. I'VE got a brain. Popped down to the kitchens so you can have a cosy little breakfast in bed, has he?'

'What? NO! He's never been here.'

'Oh, please! Give me some credit. THIS IS HIS ROOM!'

'I know. Look, just shut up and listen, will you? I didn't want to stay in my room – your room, so we swapped. The first night he shared with Harry, but last night he slept in your room.'

'What?'

'We swapped rooms. He slept in there.' Emma sank to the bed. 'Now you're here. You were in my room, I suppose?'

'Yes, I'm back. If you'd shown a bit of spine we could have had this sorted. Now I've lost both of them.'

'Both?'

'Never mind.' Hermione sat on the bed next to Emma, and put her head in her hands. 'Let's go and find Harry.'

-o0o-

'So what happened?' Rupert's voice sounded flat, crushed.

'Emma didn't want to stay in her room, so we swapped. When I woke up…' Ron shrugged.

'Hermione was gone' Rupert finished for him, which made Ron look at his doppelganger with slightly narrowed eyes.

'Yeah' he said slowly. 'Gone, back to where she belongs.' Ron looked down to his hands. 'You got on alright with her, did you?'

Rupert thought for a moment. 'Yeah.' He would never see her again; he knew that, so there was no point crying over spilt milk. 'You're very lucky, Ron; she's a nice girl. She cried when she realised you weren't there.'

Ron looked slightly more cheerful. 'Better make sure I get back then.'

'So it's the room' said Rupert, changing the subject. 'That's the locus, not the person in it. OK, it gives us a way forward. You sleep in there again tonight, and we have to hope they've worked it out as well. Hermione should.'

'She's smart' they both said together.

-o0o-

'I don't believe this' said Harry. 'You're back, but Ron's gone? How?'

'It's the room' said Hermione. 'Whoever sleeps in the room gets…worm holed, as long as there's somebody in the other room as well. That's why I didn't come back yesterday; my room here was empty.' She shot a glance at Emma.

'Do you know what a worm hole is?' asked Emma.

Hermione nodded. 'Rupert explained it all to me. He's very clever, isn't he?'

'Different' said Emma. She looked Hermione straight in the eyes. 'So, you didn't have a problems "getting a foot in the door" then?'

Hermione blushed slightly, and Harry decided to change the subject. 'So, what do we do now?'

'She' Hermione nodded her head towards Emma, 'goes in the room tonight. Rupert will have figured out what's going on by now. As long as Ron sleeps in her room (Harry picked up on the stresses on "her" and "she". Women!) then everything should put itself right tomorrow.'

'I'll send a note up to the school telling McGonagall I'm staying here with "our guest"' said Harry. 'I suppose we should tell her you're back, and that Ron's gone as well, shouldn't we? I'll tell everyone else you and Ron are in bed…I mean, ill.'

'You mean I'll have to miss lessons?' said Hermione, looking distraught. 'I've already missed one day; I must have so much homework to catch up on.'

'But if you go back, I won't have an excuse not to. It's only one day.'

Hermione threw another glare at Emma. She was to blame for everything.

-o0o-

Rupert took Ron to meet Dan. They found him with David Yates and Jo Rowling. David was not pleased.

'Fantastic! So they've both gone? We're going to have to tell the Child Welfare people, and her parents.'

'No, it's ok' said Rupert. 'If we can hold out for one more day, we think we can put it right. It should all be over by tomorrow morning.' He turned to Ron. 'Fancy meeting the rest of you classmates?'

'Is that wise?' asked Dan.

'Of course. Look, we go down to breakfast together, have a chat, then I leave and Ron replaces me. Trust me!'

So that's what they did. It was going quite well, and Ron was astonished at how alike everybody was. He could recognise them all. Then "Lavender" came over.

'Hi! Where's Emma?'

'Umm...not well' said Dan.

'Oh! That's soooo sad. I'll pop up and see her, shall I?'

'NO! I mean, no, she's asleep at the moment. She needs some rest.'

'What's wrong with her?'

Dan blanched. 'Ate a funny whelk, been up all night.' It was the only thing he could think of. 'She's asleep now. So what are your plans for today?' He desperately hoped she'd be on location.

'I've got to shoot a scene of me crying in the toilets after Ron dumps me.' She smiled at "Rupert".

'He never meant to hurt you' said Ron. 'He did love you, sort of in his own way.'

'No he never! He was just getting back at Hermione. He used Lavender, that's all. What a loser! It's Hermione I feel sorry for; fancy ending up married to that! Bye!' She waved and was gone.

Ron sat there staring blankly. 'Let's go' said Dan.

Ron was very quiet as they walked back up to the bedrooms. 'Is that what people think of me? That I'm a loser?'

'Of course not' said Dan, as cheerfully as possible, whilst thinking "Beam me up, Scotty". 'You're one of the team, you end up a hero. You're just a bit…well; you have trouble expressing your feelings, sometimes, don't you?'

'You mean to Hermione?'

'You know she cried when she realised she might never see you again? Just tell her how you feel.'

'That's easy enough for you to say.' He stopped and turned to Dan. 'If you were her, who would you fancy? Me or you?' Dan goggled at him. 'No, I'm serious. Harry, right, he's like this big hero and famous, and Quidditch Captain, and I'm just…Ron.'

Dan patted Ron on the shoulder. 'She loves you, not Harry. Harry's like her brother. Just go for it.'

They met up with Rupert, and spent the day talking about Quidditch, and what it was really like to fly on a broomstick. Then they turned the TV on, and watched football. 'Dean thinks this is great' said Ron. 'I wonder why?'

-o0o-

In Harry's room, things weren't going quite so well. The girls were sort of…trying to avoid each other and Harry was having a great deal of trouble keeping the conversation going.

'So what did you do last night?' he asked in the end. Hermione jumped a little bit.

'Oh, we just had dinner together; me and Rupert…and Dan. He's you' she said to Harry. 'And I met Jo; she's the one who wrote the books. She's really nice, and was upset about what she'd done, but it's not her fault is it? She just didn't know.'

She looked at Emma a little sheepishly; she'd been a bit rough on her earlier 'I had to borrow one of your dresses, I hope you don't mind, but I only had my school uniform otherwise. You've got some really nice clothes, haven't you?'

'That's alright. Most of them are given to me, or I get paid to wear them.' Hermione looked very impressed; Emma shrugged. 'It's like advertising for the designers.'

'I used your make-up as well.'

Emma shrugged. 'That's ok; I get given that, as well. Anyway, I borrowed one of your dresses too.'

'They're not as nice as yours.'

'No, I liked it. It was very nice.'

'Did you use my make-up?'

'Umm…'

'I haven't got as much as you. I don't really know what to do with it, not properly.'

Emma looked at her a little shyly. 'Would you like me to help you? I've had loads of advice, from some really top people, about what works and what doesn't.'

'I'd like that. Thank you.'

Harry ended up thinking that going to school might, on balance, have been the better option. Once they'd started, the girls talked continuously about "base layers" and "highlights" and loads of other stuff he couldn't understand. In the end, he got so bored he started on some homework. It was quite a relief when McGonagall turned up once her lessons were finished for the day.

'I agree with you that the room does seem to be the problem. Yes, try it tonight and see if the situation resolves itself. I certainly hope so; Professor Dumbledore wants you all back at the school in the morning. The Common Room isn't quite sorted out as yet, but he thinks we can cope, and I think it will be much safer.'

-o0o-

Both groups ate privately again that night. By tomorrow, if it worked as they thought it should, everyone should be back in their rightful place and could get on with their lives.

This mad adventure would be over.