A/N: Hey! Laura (a.k.a. GinnyPotter387) here, and this is the first chapter to Kristi (a.k.a. Kristen Michelle) and mine's fic! I hope you like chapter 1! The POV will be switching between Ron and Harry every so often, so just pay attention to the [***]'s they tell who's POV it is. If the [***]'s don't say a POV then it's just a time lapse...same POV as before. Don't forget to review! And Kristi will be writing chapter 2!!
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"Harry, pass the potatoes, please."
I jumped at the sound of Ginny's voice. I gave her a wicked grin, as I handed her the bowl, making sure that my hand brushed hers for maybe the fourth time that night.
Our eyes met and I saw the very sparkle in them that I could always count on to brighten my day.
"Thank you, Harry," Ginny said with an innocent smile, as she tried to bite back a sarcastic tone.
I held back a laugh. All meals had been like this as I stayed with the Weasley's over the summer before my 7th year to Hogwarts.
I took a sip of my drink, ignoring the bitter taste in the cider, as I mused - ah, the problems of being head over heels for a girl with six brothers. This is why our relationship was strictly secret, and we had to sneak around...play footsie under the table, that sort of thing. Sure it's fun...but I do wish her brothers would stop being so damn protective!
I felt as if I were being watched and glanced over at Hermione's know-it-all stare.
She never fails to miss a beat.
I gave her an innocent one right back, and she rolled her eyes. She was the only one who suspected us. It took awhile but she caught on, of course she never said a word of it out-loud but I could tell, with her mysterious glances and knowing looks
I quickly glimpsed over at Ron, just checking to make sure he didn't have some sort of connection with his girlfriend, and had figured Ginny and me out as well.
He was shoveling food in his mouth like he would die tomorrow. It was probably better that he was this daft. It kept me alive longer.
"Hey, want to play doubles of chess? Me and Hermione, and Harry and Ginny?" Ron asked as everyone was getting up and putting their dishes in the sink.
I gave Ginny a sidelong glance, and she grinned.
I liked the idea too.
"Knight to E5," Ginny stated firmly. Our knight smashed Ron and Hermione's bishop to pieces, and I cleared them off the board.
"Aha!" I said triumphantly. We high-fived each other, and I tried not to look disappointed. I was longing for a kiss.
Ginny gave me a sort of 'I'm sorry' stare.
I made sure Ron was distracted, and sure enough his tongue was poked out, and had a look of determination on his face, staring at the board. I gave Ginny's hand a small squeeze, to let her know it was all right. Better sneaking around with her than not being together at all.
Ron had a gleam in his eye I knew all to well. "Knight to H3."
Ginny and I watched sadly as our knight become nothing more than a bit of rubble.
"Oooh...you're going down!" Hermione said, as she gave Ron a victory kiss.
I glared at them enviously.
Fine. Rub it in then.
I sauntered over to my bed half an hour later after a tragic loss to Ron and Hermione.
I lay down to sleep, feeling oddly exhausted even though it was hardly late at all. I yawned before I quickly dozed off, not even pulling the covers over myself, not even changing into my nightclothes, and not even knowing the surprise that the morning would bring.
"Harry..." Someone whispered quietly. I heard light footsteps enter my room, and a creak on the bed, as the person sat down.
"Whassamatter?" I asked, not fully awake.
"Harry!" The girl giggled. "Wake up silly...I haven't been able to get my hands on you all day. "
I suddenly sat bolt upright. "GINNY!?"
Ginny's eyebrows furrowed. "That's me..." She said slowly.
"Yeah...but - but, what were you calling me?" I asked hurriedly.
"What about him?" I asked warily.
"No! That's what I was calling you." She rolled her eyes but began to smile. "You know sometimes I wonder if my brother's been rubbing off on you." She leaned in, as if to...to kiss me. I pushed that disgusting thought out of my head.
"Ew! Ginny, what are you doing?" I asked, frantically, dodging out of her way and throwing my hands in front of my face to guard myself.
Her face fell and she drew back. "Harry what is wrong with you?" She hissed, furiously.
I stared at her. "Ginny, you got the wrong bedroom," I shook my head, and suddenly realization hit me. "WHY THE HELL DO YOU WANT TO GO TO HARRY'S ROOM ANYW-" I stopped short and swallowed. "Why-" I swallowed again. "Why-" It was no use. Something was wrong with my voice, which I hadn't even noticed until I had raised it.
Ginny blinked. "Do you normally talk about yourself in third person?" She asked. "Or should I say scream? Damn it Harry you want to wake up the whole house, or something?" She spat.
"I-" Something was wrong. Something was very, very, wrong. My eyes had started to adjust to the darkness, but everything stayed blurry. "What's wrong with my bloody eyes?" I asked annoyed, wrathfully rubbing at them.
Ginny stared at me. "You're not wearing your glasses." I looked at her blankly. "You're still half asleep, aren't you?" She said suddenly, as if to explain my behavior.
"What - Ginny, I don't wear glasses!"
Ginny sighed, and reached over to a nightstand that definitely hadn't been there when I had lain down to sleep. "These are your glasses," She said placing them on me.
I tried swiping her hands away, but when they were on, everything came into focus.
I let out a startled scream, and fell out of the bed.
*** Harry's POV ***
It was orange. That was the first thing that I noticed was wrong as I turned on the bedside lamp. Almost blindingly orange. My first thought was 'fire' but then in my drowsy state it occurred to me that this was Ron's room.
Why was I here? And who screamed like that, and woke me up? If I was a bit mad, I would have said that I had screamed like that, but I was here.
I suddenly sat up feeling wide-awake, and blinked a few times. I put a hand to my eyes and drew back very suddenly. My vision was clearer than it had ever been, but I wasn't wearing any glasses.
"What the..." I muttered aloud. I jumped out of bed, knocking into a dresser, that I wasn't used to being there, normally waking up in a different room.
My breathing suddenly shallowed.
It's not quite common for someone to grow two inches overnight. WHAT THE BLOODY HELL WAS GOING ON HERE?
I put my hands over my face pretending not to notice how my hands felt different to my skin, and that something about my profile wasn't right.
I was just being stupid now. It's not like anything could have changed about me. Slowly I withdrew my hands from my eyes, moved a few paces to the right, and caught my reflection in the mirror.
Had my throat not gone raw at the very moment, I would have let out a scream that surely would have woken up the entire Weasley household.
"RON!" I screamed, going down the stairs two at a time. I jumped the last three, and stumbled over to my room, assuming that if I was in Ron's room, he would most certainly be in mine.
"Ron," I yelled out of breath, as I stood in the doorway, leaning against the wall for support.
At the same time we both screamed.
"Harry," Ron breathed.
Ginny looked up startled. She was on the floor fanning...my head. It looked as though I had fainted. The weird thing was, it wasn't me. "What is with you two? Is this some stupid joke?"
I swallowed. "J-Joke?" I choked out my voice sounding oddly high. "That's what I'm wondering."
Ginny raised her eyebrows. "Ron, what do you want? Ron? Earth to Ron, come in Ron."
I snapped to life. She was talking to me. "I wanted to...talk to..." I paused and shook my head for a short moment. "I wanted to talk to Harry."
"Okay..." She said slowly.
"He means alone, get out Ginny."
Ginny shot Ron a death glare. "Harry what's up your arse?"
I gave Ron a glare too. "Er, he's under pressure. Sorry about that, but...can I talk to him alone...please?" I said hesitantly.
Ginny then looked at me as if I had five heads. "Sure Ron..." She said slowly, and almost sarcastically. She huffed past me, shaking her head and mumbling to herself.
I shut the door behind her.
"WHAT HAPPENED?" Ron and I yelled at the same time.
Ron walked over to me, and prodded me with his forefinger as if deciding whether or not I was real.
He jumped back a bit. "Man..." He sighed.
"How are we in each other's bodies?" I asked the obvious question, already knowing he wouldn't know the answer.
Ron shrugged - his eyes were popping. It was really creepy to be staring at myself. "I dunno."
"Look, we're going to have to get this figured out, I don't want to be stuck in your body for the rest of my life - maybe we could ask Hermione-"
"Oh, what? The famous Harry Potter needs his body back? Can't stand being in mine?"
I widened my eyes. "Ron - what?" I asked. "You put that in my mouth! Oh, and I reckon you don't want your body back? Your girlfriend back?"
Realization dawned on him. "You better not do anything with her-"
"Ron!" I yelled out. How ridiculous. She's my best friend.
He laughed. "Just kidding, mate. Anyway, we can't tell anyone about this. They'll think we're mad, do you realize that?"
I tried to imagine what I would think if Ginny and Hermione came up to me telling me they were in each other's bodies.
Yeah, Ron was right.
"Okay, well for now just act natural. I mean act like me."
Ron nodded. "Right, same for you. Act like me."
I agreed, and headed back to Ron's room. It was interesting how last night I couldn't help thinking how lucky I was, staying with the Weasley's...being with Ginny.
I had no idea then that my luck was about to run out.
It was only about 5:00 A.M. but I wasn't tired. I was in too much shock to go back to sleep.
I wandered blindly downstairs, barely watching where I was going but suddenly realized I was sitting down and trying to feed myself cereal in orange juice with a fork.
I got up and changed my fork for a spoon, and sat down taking a spoonful of the flakes. I had forgotten to change the orange juice for milk, but didn't even notice the taste difference.
An hour must have gone by with me sitting and staring at nothing in particular. I had barely taken three bites of my food. I looked down into my cereal but the corn flakes had fallen apart into little soggy bits. My stomach was rumbling but I took no notice.
I caught my reflection in the spoon, swallowing. How had this all happened? I let out a yelp of surprise as I felt arms encircle my neck.
"There you are," Hermione purred, in a much more throaty voice then I could ever remember her making.
"Ahh!" I squealed like a girl for a short moment, before jumping up from the chair. "Get off me, Hermione!"
Hermione let go as if she had touched something hot. Her face fell, and I felt my insides churn with guilt. Whether I was in Ron's body or not, she was still my best friend.
"I'm sorry Hermione," I said. "You just scared me."
Hermione smiled a little. "Sorry. Anyway...I thought us being the only ones up so early we could..." She trailed off, with a devilish gleam in her eye.
I mouthed wordlessly; now thankful that I hadn't eaten anything for I was sure it wouldn't have remained in my stomach that long anyway. I gave a short nervous laugh. "Oh – um..." I coughed trying to cover up the awkward moment.
Hermione stared at me blankly. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing - I um - I have to..." I racked my brain for ways to get out of this. "I just promised - er - someone I'd meet him at this time, sorry, better be off!" And I fled from the room, only catching a glimpse of her bewildered expression.
I shot out the door, slamming it behind me, and breathed in the morning air. I leaned against the door for support, and banged the back of my head against it.
This was going to be a long day.
A/N: Well that was chapter 1! I hope you enjoyed it! Review please!