Part 2
From bad to worse
Ron Weasely and Luna Lovegood walked toward the entrance to Gryffindor tower. Ron was pouring on the charm and Luna was deliberately laughing at all of his Jokes whether they were funny or not. When they reached the portrait Ron leaned on the edge of the doorway still trying to be Mr. Charming. Just as he was about to kiss Luna the portrait was opened from the inside just a crack and he was tapped on the shoulder.
"Ron," hissed Harry, "I need to talk to you!!"
"In a minute," hissed Ron leaning in for the kiss again. A hand reached out and grabbed him by the scuff of the neck.
"No now!!" said Harry jerking Ron backwards through the doorway and shutting the portrait behind them.
"Harry," whined Ron hold up his thumb and index finger, "I was this close."
"Listen Bedroom -head we've got a big problem," snapped Harry as he pulled Ron up the stairs to the boy's dorm room.
"What?" asked Ron. Harry turned around and opened the door. There sprawled out on Harry's bed leafing through a Quidditch magazine was the Hermione duplicate who was wearing one of Harry's button- up shirts and a pair of Harry's boxers.
"So," said Ron shrugging, "Hermione's in you clothes, on your bed and reading your magazines." He turned and walked toward the stairs only to stop dead in his tracks.
"WHAT AM I SAYING!!" he turned and ran back to the doorway.
"Uh Harry," he said, "What exactly is Hermione doing in the boys dormitory?!"
"That is what I am trying to tell you," said Harry, "this isn't Hermione, this is a Clone-if you will- that I made by accident a few minutes ago! I need you help to keep her hidden from Hermione until I can figure out a way to undo what I've done I've already summoned an advanced duplication textbook from the library."
"Why should I get involved?" said Ron, "it's not my duplicate I'm not the one that is going down in Hogwart's all time Bonehead Maneuvers!"
"Ron," said Harry "Think about it this way, Hermione knows you and your penchant for chasing girls right."
"Right," said Ron.
"Ergo," said Harry, "What will happen if you do not help me is this Hermione will walk, into the room take one look at the clone, and make us all dead!!"
Ron stood there for a few seconds glaring at Harry,
"I hate it when you're right," he growled. When the clone had finished leafing through the magazine she looked up and saw Harry. Her face lit up. Jumping up she bounded across the row of beds and jumped into Harry arms wrapping her legs around his waste and her arms around his neck, and began to plant kisses all up and down his neck and face.
"Well," said Ron, as Harry attempted to disentangle himself with the shamelessly amorous clone, " it seems that your Hermione clone has the hormones of a fifteen year-old and absolutely no inhibitions and what's even worse those hormones seem to have imprinted on you somehow."
"So," said Harry as he ran laps around Ron trying to keep the clones hands off of his arse, "what you saying is that she hasn't been around long enough to build any concept of modesty or any inhibitions about acting on her hormonal urges and that she'll jump me ever time I go near her."
"Yep," said Ron, " that's about the size of it."
"Great," muttered Harry as he held the clone at arms length, "this couldn't possibly get any worse."
Just then they heard the portrait open and footsteps entering the common room. At this point Harry was glad that that he was able to restore the room so know one would know anything had happened, but that thankful feeling didn't last very long.
"Harry, Ron," called a girls voice from the bottom of the stairs, "are you here can I come up?"
"Hermione!!" Harry and Ron hissed in unison.
"Me and my big mouth." Muttered Harry
Harry herded the duplicate into the closet.
"S-Sure," said Ron in a voice that sounded strangled and a half-octave higher than it should be. " I-I'll lift the blocking charms for you." Then he ran over to the bed, grabbed the big duplication textbook that was lying there and without even looking tossed toward the closet door. Harry, who was standing in the doorway with his back to Ron, was hit square in the shoulder blades and knocked back into the closet. Ron ran over and slammed the door of the closet shut. And spun around to face Hermione who had just topped the stairs.
"Hi, Ron," she said, "Have you see Harry? I need to ask him something."
"No I-I haven't," said Ron leaning on the door handle, "hopping he sounded calmer than he felt."
"Hmm," said Hermione looking away in thought, just then there was a loud KA-THUMP, on the closet door. Hermione turned back abruptly.
"Uh -ARRGH," said Ron quickly flexing his leg, "Banged my knee." Hermione started to look suspicious but to Ron's relief seemed to shrug it off,
"If you see Harry anytime soon tell him I'm looking for him." With that Hermione disappeared down the stairs and Ron heard the portrait open and close. Heaving a sigh of relief he turned and open the closet door, only to find Harry standing there with his glasses, crooked his shirt ripped, open his pants halfway, down and a glare on his face.
"Oops," said Ron, "are you alright, Harry what, happened?"
"Don't worry," said Harry, " her virtue is still intact."
"It wasn't hers, I was worried about." Said Ron
* * * * * * Harry and Ron sat in the great hall eating supper. Ron leaned over to Harry as Hermione sat down and began to chat with Ginny.
"What did you do with the you-know -what?" he whispered
"Gave her a sleeping draft," Harry whispered back, "she'll be asleep for a while." Just Then Luna came in and sat down next to Ron and smiling wickedly at Hermione.
"Way to go Hermione," she said, "I see you finally bagged your man!"
"Luna," said Hermione with a bewildered look, what are you talking about?"
"Oh come on, Mione," said Luna, "I saw you a few minutes ago prancing through the kitchen in nothing but Harry's shirt."
"WHAT!" said Hermione choking on her chicken dinner.
Harry and Ron looked at each other.
"OH, NO!"
TBC
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