A.N. Nobody reads these. If someone actually does, tell me in your review, because if no-one does read them, i'll stop writing them.

Hermione ignored the cat calls and congratulations, dragging Ron down the stairs and up to the girls dorms.

Lavender and Parvati were fussing over each other's make up in their vanity dressor, and shrieked when Ron and Hermione walked in. Ron stared. Hermione sighed, and dragged him to the bathroom. Quickly. hen the door was firmly shut, she whispered furiously 'Please act like me! Remember, you're a girl now! Not Ron! And if you try and go back in there before they're dressed, i'll curse you into the next centuary'

Ron grinned stupidly. She glared back. 'Wait until they've gone, and we can get you dressed' she told him. Ron and Hermione waited patiently until the high-pitched yabbering stopped. Hermione shoved Ron out into the dorms, and told him sternly 'Get dressed in something suitable. MY suitable, not what you want me to wear. I'll meet you at breakfast'

Hermione left Ron, and after returning to the boys' dorms to get dressed herself, decided to wander to the great hall to meet Ron, and check what he was wearing. She hoped it would be decent. She thought she made Ron's body look quite dashing in a smart shirt, tie and trousers. Lavender'd hate it, if she noticed. Hermione smirked.

She was just padding down to breakfast, yawning heavily, when Lavender came bounding up to her, jabbering excitedly, and dressed this time. Stupid girl. 'Guess what, Ron! We've decided to hold a sleepover for all the students in seventh year, tonight. It's our second to last night, and everyone will be too busy packing on Monday to do it. We will be playing truth or dare, I never and spin the bottle. Maybe you could sit next to me, we might get lucky' she winked at Hermione, who shuddered.

This was a crisis situation. She had to tell Ron.

She found him, unsurprisingly, shovelling down his breakfast in a way Hermione knew was going to take weeks of yoga to counter. She sighed, and headed over to the redheaded black hole.

Gently touching his shoulder to alert her presence, Ron swivelled around to see her. He noticed her expression and stopped eating. This looked serious. 'Ron, Lavender is organising a sleepover for tonight, and all the Gryffindor sevenths are coming. That means we have to. It could give us away, so you have to act just like I teach you, ok? It has truth or dare as well, so steer clear of questions such as 'why have you been acting so weird' ok?'

Ron sighed. It sounded like a lot of effort. 'Can't we just not go?' he asked reasonably 'No-one would even notice if we weren't there'. Hermione shook her head. 'I wish it was that simple, Ron. Can you imagine what they would think if both of us were mysteriously busy when the dorms are going to be empty all night?'

Ron grinned at her 'That might not be so bad. Better than me having to explain why I was in Malfoy's private room yesterday, and the whole business with you in my bed' she gasped, and said 'Well, you'll just have to put up with it. I'm not having everyone think I've not only done that with Malfoy AND you, and again the next day! They'll think I'm a Lavender!'

Eventually, inevitably, Ron gave in to Hermione's demands. He always did, but truth be told he didn't mind. He just liked the arguments with her that came before. That sorted, they wandered off to find an empty classroom where they could practice being each other.

'Ok, so how do we start going about this?' Ron asked, stretching his (well, Hermione's) body along a desk. He liked the way it bent more easily than his. Hermione hopped heavily onto the desk beside him. She hated the way it was so clumsy.

'Well, I thought I would teach you to be me first, then you could follow my example, and teach me.' She clapped her hands together robustly. 'First things first. You can NOT ruin my reputation further! Half the school thinks I was stupid enough to sleep with Malfoy' Ron smirked. 'And now, as if that wasn't bad enough, they think I slept with you!' The grin slid off Ron's face.

'As of now, you are Hermione. Top grades Hermione. Never handed in a piece of homework late Hermione. Goody two shoes Hermione. NOT Lavender Hermione. You will answer well in class. Don't worry, I'll tell you the answers, you just have to say them. And for gods' sakes, please walk like a girl! Don't do that gorilla thing! Swing your hips, raise your shoulders and stride! Try it' she ordered.

Ron obediently slid off the desk (rather reluctantly-they had been pretty close) and gave a spirited attempt. He looked like a demented clown. Hermione told him so. He glared at her. 'Ok, miss top grades Hermione, how is it supposed to be done?'

Hermione sighed, and jumped off the desk. She stood behind him and grasped his hips in either of her hands. 'Gently…just let the natural flow take it…good' she told him softly, leaning into his ear, and swayed his hips from side to side. Ron swivelled around in her hands, so he was facing her. They stared at each other for a long moment, until Hermione said abruptly 'Right! I think you've got the walk now.'

'Just a few other things. You can't sleep with me in the boys dorms every night. You'll have to sleep in the girls dorms sometime' Ron protested loudly. 'I can't sleep if I know you're alone with the lads! They're animals. Well, maybe not Harry, and Neville's never exactly going to be a Hell's angel, but Dean and Seamus are sick! If they knew who you were you'd be in real trouble. At least let me stay there to make sure they won't push anything'

Hermione laughed. 'They're better than you give them credit for! And I'm in your body. YOU'D be the one who had to watch out. You're very sweet, to worry about me like that' she grasped his hand affectionately 'but there's no need. I suppose it can't do me much more harm for you to stay again, but no more sleeping in the same bed, right?' she demanded.

Ron smirked at her. 'I'll try' he said. Hermione continued: 'Talk like me! I don't witter on about wonky faints and other unimportant matters. Keep it to stuff I say. You've know me for 6 years, you can improvise that' Ron nodded dubiously. Most of what Hermione said to him turned into white noise before it reached his ears. Except words like Krum, or Bulgaria, or pen-pal. His ears were finely tuned to hearing those words.

'What else…oh yes. Dress like me. That means top buttons, knee socks and no staring at my boobs!' Ron blushed. He had never truthfully expected Hermione to say such a word. 'That's pretty much it' she concluded. 'You were fairly girly as it was before the switch, so you should do fine'

'Hey' Ron retorted, offended. 'If I had my own, muscular, handsome body I would tickle you until you took that back. It's not my fault I'm too weak to defend myself now' Hermione stuck her tongue out at him. 'If you had your own body we wouldn't be in this mess, stupid!'

Ron grinned. 'And now you've got my body' she continued 'YOU'RE the ticklish one, and I have the strong body' she blushed at what she had said, and to mask it, she grabbed Ron, threw him onto their desk and started tickling him. She leaned over him as he cried with laughter.

'Stop, stop, please!' he begged, and she enjoyed seeing him in the position she had been in many times before. 'Not a chance!' she growled, launching herself into a full attack. Ron kicked and squirmed under his own body's weight, Hermione's hands relentlessly tickling him.

'What the Hell is going on in here?' a voice woke them from their daze, and Hermione scrambled off Ron, hastily rearranging her robes. A rather angry potions master was glaring at her. 'Weasley, were you just…forcing yourself upon Miss Granger here?'

Ron gaped at Snape. Their last words came rushing back to the pair.

'Stop, stop, please!' Hermione's voice had cried desperately, almost crying. Ron's voice had been forceful and angry-sounding. 'Not a chance!'

That and Hermione lying on top of him couldn't have looked good. Anger surged his body. How could anyone believe that he would ever do such a thing to Hermione? Ok, so he was the poor defenceless one being tickled, but Snape didn't know that, did he?

Snape strode over to Hermione and grabbed her wrist, dragging her towards the door. Hermione squirmed against Snape's surprisingly strong, bony grip. 'Headmaster, Weasley!' Snape roared. Hermione cried out in pain as his grip tightened, dragging her towards the door. She tried to get away from him, twisting this way and that.

She glimpsed from the corner of her eye, she saw Ron advancing on the potions master's turned back, his face red and botchy. Her own screwed up in horror as Snape crumpled to the floor, and Ron rubbed his now very sore knuckles. 'Ron!' she yelled, rushing over to him.

'You attacked him! He was a Death Eater, he'll be immune to my obliviating. What are we supposed to do!' Ron shrugged at her outburst. 'Dunno. Just had to do that. He was hurting you, Hermione' he said simply.

Hermione's expression softened a little. 'It's sweet the way you defended me' she conceded 'But we're still left with the little problem that you knocked out Snape, he's lying unconscious on the floor, and everyone will think it's me if we don't do anything'

Ron smirked at her last comment. 'Afraid the good-girl reputation might be tarnished?' he asked. Hermione glared at him. 'Everyone will think you were…pressuring me, too' she told him. Ron's face darkened. 'No-one who knows me would think that' he glowered. 'You know it. Don't you?'

Hermione raised an eyebrow. 'Of course I know it. Do you think I would have slept in a dorm full of teenaged boys last night if I didn't know you'd come?' Ron stared at her, confused. 'How did you know I'd come to the boys' dorm last night?' he asked, brow furrowed. 'Even I didn't know until about ten'

Hermione laughed. 'I did'.

I know I haven't updated in a while, so I'm sorry. I do have a life too though, you know (honest!). ;-)

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