Disclaimer: EVERYONE in this story belongs to J.K.Rowling, except for Ron, who's half mine. Don't understand why? Read and see!

"C'mon guys!" Harry protested, "I'm stuffed!" He backed away from the table.

"No cupcakes tonight, I've already eaten those brownies you made," he said. "They were delicious," he added, seeing George frown. Fred Weasley put on a hurt face.

"George! Did you hear that?"

"Why yes Fred, but I don't believe it"

"After all we went through…"

"Finding a good recipe…"

"Puzzling over whether you'd like it or not…"

"Stea... ah, getting the stuff we needed…"

"Working non-stop in the kitchens…"

"Stirring…"

"Baking…"

"Pure labor!"

"And now you're telling us you don't want it?" Fred asked. He grabbed a cupcake.

"Now listen here young man, you are not leaving this room until you have eaten at least ONE of these cupcakes. Is that understood?" he tutted like a mother and waved the cupcake in front of Harry's face. Everyone watching burst into laughter at the clucking redhead and the blushing boy. Suddenly the door opened.

"Did I miss anything?" Ron asked, seeing Fred trying to unsuccessfully shove a cupcake into his best friend's mouth. The twins immediately pounced on their startled brother.

"Oh Ron! It's horrible!" George wailed and cried fake tears. "We spent so long making some really nice cupcakes for him" he pointed at Harry, "and he won't eat them!"

"It's not fair!" Fred pounded the floor like a six-year-old throwing a tantrum. Ron looked at Harry for help but he shrugged. He looked at Hermione, who shook her head with a grin.

"Um, I'll eat one…" he offered, embarrassed. Almost instantly George was holding a plate of cupcakes under his nose and Fred was holding one in front of his mouth.

"Eat up!" he commanded. Blushing with the humiliation of being treated like a baby, he took a bite.

"How is it?" George asked. Ron chewed and swallowed.

"Nice…" he said.

"See? He said it was nice!" Fred crowed. Ron looked at the Gryffindors standing in front of him. Their faces began to distort out of shape. Bright colors swirled in his vision and his head throbbed.

"Fred?" he asked faintly before he fainted.



Fred looked down at his younger brother then turned to his twin.

"What did you put in that mixture George?" he asked severely. George looked innocent.

"Nothing" he said. Fred suddenly noticed the crowd of people gathering around.

"Okay people, move, give him room!" he said. He picked up Ron's legs.

"C'mon George, help me get him to his room!" he yelled. George picked up his little brother's arms and together they carried him to his bed. There they left him to rest. Harry heard one of them say, "Oops" before they left. He looked at his friend anxiously.

"Do you know what's wrong with him Herm?" he asked. The girl looked at Ron.

"Maybe I should check up a book," she murmured.

"You do that," Harry said. He looked again, nervously, at his slumbering friend. Every now and then he twitched or moaned, and sweat rolled lightly down his forehead. Harry felt a hand touch his shoulder.

"Don't worry Harry. Get some sleep" Hermione said.

"Sleep?" Harry was incredulous. "Sleep, when Ron's like this?"

"Don't worry, remember, Fred and George's tricks are never harmful. Remember when they turned Neville into a canary? And besides, they wouldn't hurt their brother"

"I suppose you're right…" Harry said doubtfully.

"You've had a long Quidditch game against Slytherin, and you've won another victory for Gryffindor. I think you deserve a rest," she said with a smile. Harry smiled back at her. He yawned and stretched.

"I suppose you're right" he said. He went into the bed next to Ron's.

"Night" he said as Hermione left the room.

"Night" she replied as she shut the door quietly.



Ron woke up. He sat up in bed and yawned, stretching. He rubbed his eyes and looked around him sleepily. Mm. Saturday. That meant he could sleep in. He smiled to himself drowsily and was just about to go back to sleep when the door opened.

"Hey Ron, you feeling bet…" Harry stopped in mid-sentence.

"Better? Yeah, definitely. Though I still feel a bit dizzy. And weird. Geez, what did Fred and George put IN that cupcake?" Ron said. Harry's mouth dropped open.

"What?" Ron asked, feeling nervous.

"Ron?" Harry asked faintly.

"Yes?" Ron asked, getting impatient and edgy.

"What happ… Look in a mirror"

Ron sighed. He jumped out of the bed and almost fell over. He frowned. He felt different, somehow. Ignoring Harry, who sat down, he walked to a table and picked up a hand mirror. He glanced at it then put it down.

"What? Nothing's wrong" he said. Harry picked it up and held it in front of Ron's face. Ron stared at his reflection, afraid to see. A pale, freckled girl with shimmering emerald eyes stared fearfully back. Ron slammed the mirror down; hit it out of Harry's hand.

"No. That's not me," he said.

"Ron" Harry looked into his friend's eyes and he knew he was serious.

"What am I going to do now? I am SO going to kill Fred and George!" Ron yelled.

"Let's go see Hermione. She should know what to do" Harry suggested.



"Hi Harry!" Hermione greeted.

"Hermione! Could you help us ou-"

"Oh, hello! Never seen you before. What's your name? You look familiar" Hermione said, smiling at Ron, who turned red.

"Hermione…" he said.

"That's Ron" Harry finished. Hermione gaped at the sheepish Ron, stared into his eyes.

"Oh my GOD!" she screamed and fainted. Ron looked down at her still body.

"Whoops"



"So Hermione? What should we do now?" Harry asked. Hermione sat on her bed, still a bit dazed.

"Do? We should tell Dumbledore, or a teacher, they should know what to do…" Hermione said. Ron and Harry headed for the door.

"Wait!" Hermione yelled. They turned around.

"You're actually going to go looking that THAT?" she asked Ron. He looked at himself.

"Well OK, I'm still in my pajamas, and I look a bit different, but…"

"You look scruffy. Wait" she said and ran off. Ron shot a helpless look at Harry. Hermione soon returned with the Gryffindor robes, a shirt and trousers. Ron stared at the shirt.

"It's… pink…" he said. Hermione looked at it.

"It was the only one I could find! You couldn't have used mine, you're taller," she said.

"But-but-but…" Ron stammered, going red. He saw something else Hermione was holding and turned even redder.

"I have to wear that too?" he said, pointing at the object. Hermione turned slightly pink and covered it with the robes.

"Yes" she said firmly, though blushing slightly.

"But…"

"OK, take off your shirt. I'll help you dress," she said. Hermione and Ron glared at Harry, still standing, confused, trying to follow the conversation.

"Harry…" Hermione started.

"Would you LEAVE?" Ron hollered, still red. Harry snapped back to what was happening and felt his cheeks go hot.

"Oh, yeah, sorry…" he said and beat a hasty retreat.



Harry paced outside the door nervously. He hadn't told them that he was going to wait outside the girls' dorm, and he definitely wasn't going to go inside and tell them. So he was pacing outside Hermione's room, afraid to be caught in the girls' room. Suddenly the door opened and he jumped. Hermione walked out first. She saw Harry's nervous, jumpy expression and had to suppress a laugh.

"Honestly Harry, you look like someone was dying in there" she said. A redheaded girl walked out slowly, a bright red. Harry stared. Hermione had done well, for taking so little time. Ron's clothes were neat, for once, and it looked like Hermione had done his eyelashes a bit with mascara. His hair had been brushed and combed and now hung around his neck lightly, shining in the light. Ron caught Harry's stare and, if possible, went redder.

"Laugh and die" he muttered. Hermione thumped him lightly.

"Ron, I swear, if you turn any redder you'll burst a blood vessel" she said.

"Um, can we go now…?" Harry ventured to ask.

"No!" Ron yelled. He ran around the room frantically. Hermione sighed.

"Ron, what are you looking for?" she asked.

"A bag. Any bag"

"A bag?" Harry asked.

"I am not letting anyone see me like this. It's too embarrassing"

Hermione grabbed his hand and stalked out of the room.

"Ron, if you think I have wasted my time making you look nice and decent for no reason, you've got another thing coming!"



"I see. And, how did this happen?" Dumbledore asked, his eyes twinkling. Though his voice was serious, Harry could swear he was laughing.

"Well sir, last night, Ron ate a cupcake that his twin brothers gave him. He fainted on the floor. Then when he woke up…" Hermione trailed off. Dumbledore covered his mouth.

"I see," he said, and Harry could tell he was definitely laughing. The man stood up and stared out of his window.

"Hm, a cleverly made transforming potion. I'll have to award your brothers for that," he said.

"Sir…"

"Yes Mr. Weasley, I know it's nothing to be commended for. But the potion has only been made twice before that I know of" he said. He turned to look at Harry, smiling.

"The other time was by your godfather, I believe," he said, eyes twinkling with memories. He chuckled.

"Severus was NOT happy," he said, shaking slightly with laughter. There was a loud snort from Ron, who immediately put his hand over his mouth to cover his humongous smile and a not very successfully suppressed giggle from Hermione. Harry had a strange, wobbly smile on his face, the type of smile that meant that he was trying not to, but not succeeding.

"But not to worry Mr. Weasley," he said, patting Ron on the shoulder. "It shouldn't last too long, seeing as how it was put in a cake along with other ingredients. If I recall, if any other ingredients that are mixed in together with a potion, if the potion works, the effects don't last as long "

"I think," he added. Ron, Hermione and Harry thanked him and were about to leave when Ron asked,

"How long did it take to wear off last time?"

Dumbledore frowned slightly, remembering.

"Well, the last time it was used in a piece of chicken, if I remember correctly… It lasted about a month" he smiled. Ron froze, his eyes going big and round. He sighed softly and his eyes rolled up. Seeing that he was about to faint Hermione quickly grabbed his shoulders and carted him out of the office.



"A month… a MONTH! I can't survive like this for a month!" Ron muttered. Harry moved to his side after being whacked in the face by his long flowing hair for the fifth time.

"It does take a little getting used to," he said.

"You're not the one who's been turned into a girl!" Ron yelled.

"But at least the potion's going to wear off soon. Oh could you IMAGINE Snape as a girl?" Hermione said, trying to change the subject. Harry let out a loud laugh.

"Yeah, could you imagine? That greasy haired creep?" he said. Ron grinned.

"Hah, yeah. And can you imagine the look on his face when he found out?" he said. The trio laughed long and hard.

"Potter, if you've quite finished laughing, do you think you could have the courtesy to move? Other people need to get through too you know" came a chill voice. Harry jumped and spun to see Draco standing behind him, arms crossed.

"How much space do you need to get down a corridor? It's not like I'm taking up the WHOLE space" he retorted. Draco ignored him and walked up to Ron.

"Well, who's this?" he asked.

"None of your business Malfoy" Hermione said angrily.

"Did I give you permission to talk to me Mudblood?" Draco replied, his voice smooth and cold.

"Get lost" Harry said. Draco ignored him again and looked at the redheaded girl standing in front of him.

"Freckles, red hair, green eyes… I suppose you're another Weasley?" he asked. Ron turned red. Draco smirked.

"Thought so," he said. "I suppose you're in Gryffindor too. What's your name?"

Harry stood beside his friend, his fists clenched, ready to hit Malfoy.

"Ron" the redhead said without thinking. Harry stared at his friend. Draco raised an eyebrow.

'Funny that you should have the same name as your brother" he commented.

"Uh, well, uh, my real name's not Ron…" Ron stammered. Harry gave him a strange look.

~What are you doing? Quit talking to him! And why are you telling him your name? Tell him to get lost! ~ the look clearly said. Ron ignored him.

"Thought as much"

"It's, uh…" he glanced at Hermione, who was giving him an equally strange look.

"Veronica!" he blurted.

"Veronica?" Draco asked sarcastically.

"Yeah, Veronica"

"Where did Ron come from then?"

"Um, well, you know, Veronica, Ronnie, Ron?" Ron said, hoping the boy would believe him. Draco did. Well, kinda.

"Oh" he said, his eyebrow raised.

"Look, no one's asking for your opinion Malfoy, get lost" Harry said. Draco looked at Ron, who was staring at him with swirling emerald eyes and, to Harry and Hermione's surprise and shock, he smiled slightly. Draco knelt down and kissed Ron's hand lightly then let go of it.

"See you again" he said then left Ron staring at his hand and his friends staring at him.





Dark_devillz: Today, we have guest appearances from Celeste (the girl who gave Opalgirlz and me this slash challenge), Jake (my friend who helped me with this story) and Daryl, Celeste's sister!!! Oh yes, and just this time, Opalgirlz and me are going to use our REAL NAMES!!!! =D

Daryl: Um, hello.

Celeste: *looks unconvinced* this is slash? You're chickening out of your dare!, aren't you?

Nate: Am not! This IS slash, I swear!

Rachel: Um, OK, for people that are wondering, I'm Opalgirlz, Nate is Dark_devillz… AND DID I SAY I WANTED TO USE MY REAL NAME???

Nate: Uh, no, but you would for me, right? I mean, since I'm so adorable…

Rachel: *gags*

Nate: *harrumphs*

Jake: Trust me Celeste, this IS slash

Rachel: *reads story so far* Oh, I can see how this is working out!

Celeste: I don't. Oh, and just to remind you of the challenge/dare rules, it must be a Harry Potter fic, must be slash with either Draco, Harry or Ron, and there has to be a kiss.

Rachel: OK, who came up with such a good idea for the story? It's not fair, why didn't someone give ME this good an idea? My dare/challenge entry is so mushy!

Daryl: It wasn't THAT bad…

Jake: You seem to really like writing sad stories though, don't you? All depressed, introspective… and someone always dies.

Rachel: *defensive* so? You got a problem with it? I'm not a guy!

Nate: Isn't that being a bit sexist?

Jake: Isn't that being a LOT sexist?

Celeste: That's being sexist

Daryl: Well, not really…

Rachel: Being a teen GIRL is different from being a teen BOY. Girls (being the smarter gender, or because of some cruel… thing) have way more worries than boys, and well, think about stuff a lot more. Guys seem to take things for granted. No offense.

Jake: Oh, I see…

Nate: I don't

Rachel: Let me put it this way, it has something to do with the letter p (it ends with the letters ty) that happens to all girls and guys, except for girls it's a lot worse because they have more stuff to deal with.

Nate: *teases* Like what?

Daryl: *glares*

Celeste: *glares*

Rachel: *glares and takes out a bazooka*

Nate: Are you trying to tell me something here?

Jake: Uh, Nate, I think you should stop now.

Nate: Fine…

Daryl: *grins at Rachel, hehe, sweet revenge* What was that other thing that Hermione was holding that made Ron blush and that you didn't mention?

Rachel: *equally wicked grin* and how do you know about mascara?

Nate and Jake: *turn bright red (well, Jake turns pink)*

Nate: You answer

Jake: Oh, um… Yes! Rachel! Well, we know about mascara because remember, I once did this dare you told me to do, and I had to put on make-up, like a girl? And Nate knows about make-up because of his big sister.

Nate: Correction: ogre (I sure hope she's not reading this right now)

Daryl: You haven't answered MY question

Nate: Um, Jake?

Jake: No, I answered the last one

Nate: Oh, um, well, it's, uh, a, uh… something that girls wear! Yeah!

Daryl: Oh? And what is it?

Nate: Uh, ah, um…

Daryl: *grins evilly* yes?

Nate: It's… a… uh…

Rachel: *exasperated* spit it out!

Celeste: *grins* c'mon, you can say it…

Nate: *sweats*

Jake: *grins*

Nate: It's uh, something that… it begins with b and ends with a!

Daryl: Do we accept that answer, girls?

Rachel: Yeah, I guess.

Celeste: Guess so

Nate: C'mon! Give me a break, I'm only an immature 13 year old!

Rachel: My phrase, my phrase, no stealing my phrase…

Daryl: But one thing I want to know is how YOU know of such an 'item'? I will assume that you do not rifle through your sister's clothes.

Nate: *Indignant* of course I don't! What kind of a sicko do you think I am?

Jake: *snorts*

Rachel: *snorts*

Nate: Shut up. I am NOT a sicko. The sickest thing I've ever done is drink tons of coke when I was little then go on a very intense ride and barf all over everyone.

Rachel: *turns green* Oh geez, you didn't have to say that…

Daryl: Well? How did you know about that, hm?

Nate: Uh, I um, I think I'll be posting this story up now. Before I die of any more embarrassment.