Freaky Friday

DISCLAIMER: JK ROWLING owns the characters in this story.

NOTE: Okay okay…I don't usually post stories until I'm finished. But I need some help on this one people. (I've been staring at my shoes and braiding my hair for about an hour now staring at the computer!) I've had HORRIBLE writer's block as of late and I can't seem to finish ANY stories! Please tell me if I should axe this one or keep it going, and if so…where the heck should I go from here? I certainly like the idea…but I'm at a loss for words literally.

ALSO: This story can get a bit confusing. Please review to let me know if it's too much so.

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Hermione woke with a pounding headache. She squeezed her eyes shut and pulled the bed sheets over her head, letting a low groan escape her lips. Oh, what a row she and Ron had gotten into last night! What a spectacle they surely had been! All of Gryffindor would probably be talking about it today in the Common Room, if they weren't already!

Pulling the sheets back down, she peered across the room. She choked on a gasp as she watched Harry emerging from the four poster bed across from her.

“Harry!” As soon as the words escaped her lips, she threw her hand to cover her mouth. Was that my voice? It was so…so…familiar. But definitely not hers! And definitely not female!

Harry merely continued across the room and ignored her, scratching his head as he shuffled off with a towel in hand. She watched as he stooped over his trunk, selecting a few articles of clothing for himself.

Harry's trunk? So I….I'm in….the boy's dormitory?

Harry looked up at her quizzically, “Well aren't you gonna get up, Ron? You aren't skipping another shower are you?”

Ron? RON!

Her thoughts became muddled, and confused…but mostly…furious! She leapt from bed and began pacing the room, “That blockhead! He must have….he…oh he was always horrible at magic! He might as well have been trying to turn Scabbers yellow again!” Between words, she chewed frantically on her lower lip and stared down at her long, lanky arms - which were covered in red hair.

“Ron? Are you sick, mate?”

Hermione stopped suddenly and looked horror stuck at Harry. Then, she let her eyes travel downward until they settled on her bare feet. Gross! Well, those definitely aren't MY too-short pajama trousers! Her eyes wandered higher until she could take it no more and squeezed them shut, lifting her arms and placing her hands on top of her head.

This is HIS fault! I just know it is!

She looked up at Harry once again as he shook his head and smiled, “Still upset with Hermione then?”

“Her-? Oh yes, Hermione…right…that…that...she's such a…” she began shaking her fist in the air, in mock anger.

At these words Harry's eyes narrowed, “Now Ron, this is Hermione we're talking about here! She's our friend.”

“Yeah. Yeah, you're right,” she croaked. The words felt scratchy in her throat and she tried clearing it over and over with rough `Ahems' but nothing seemed to help.

“Come on then, a shower might settle your thoughts a bit,” Harry said, walking away toward the door.

“Oh, a shower, yes….”

A shower! Her mind raced. With Harry?! As Ron!!!?

“Actually, I think I'll skip today, mate. I ought to see if Ro…Hermione is in the Common Room yet.” With that, she raced off down the stairs, pulling a jumper over her worn pajamas as she went.

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Ron woke to the sound of girls giggling. Giggling? Am I dreaming? Rolling over and propping himself up on his shoulder, he rubbed his eyes and looked around the room. Three girls were entering the room, freshly showered and laughing.

“Hermione, aren't you going to get up?” It was Parvati.

“Yeah, what's wrong? All that fighting with Weasley last night tire you out?” And Lavender.

Hermione….Weasley? What's going on here? Just then, he reached up to scratch his head. It's definitely much too early to be thinking! Hold on a sec… Feeling his scalp more closely, he wondered aloud, “Bushy hair?”

“Oh, finally you've noticed! Well, maybe now you'll do something about that rat's nest, Hermione!”

Again, his muddled mind could comprehend only one word…Hermione…!

Standing, he looked down at his night dress…night dress? Throwing his arms over his head, he ran screaming out the door toward the stairs…

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“Hey, Ron. Still in your bed clothes mate?” It was Seamus…quick, think of something to say Granger!

“Er…yeah, for luck…you know…since we won yesterday and all…it's a superstitious thing…”

Just then a familiar voice echoed from the staircase opposite them, screeching like a banshee. Suddenly, she saw herself fly into the common room, arms waving wildly, acting like a madwoman.

“Ro…Hermione!” Damn, I'm gonna have to get used to this… “Hermione! Calm down,” she yelled, chasing after Ron. Finally, she grabbed him by his elbow and spun him around to face her. When his now brown eyes rested on what was obviously his own face, his entire body went slack and he merely stared, open mouthed. Hermione pulled him aside, away from the staring students, and began whispering harshly, “Ron! You idiot! What on earth are you doing?”

“H-Hermione?”

“Yes! Of course!” She shifted her weight and propped her fists on her sides, glaring at her disheveled self. “What, in Merlin's name, have you done to us Ronald?”

“Me?”

“Yes, you! It had to be you! This has to be your fault!”

Scrunching his eyebrows, Ron pouted, “I didn't do anything, Hermione! The last thing I remember is fighting last night, right here in the common room!”

Hermione chewed her lip and thought, “Yes…that's the last thing I remember too…then the next thing I know Harry's telling me to shower with him…”

Ron watched her face…well, his face actually…he had somewhat of a wistful look about him….he didn't like the looks of that face at all. Especially when she was talking about Harry of all people! In his body!

“Hermione, get a grip…you have to figure this thing out. We need to go back to being ourselves!”

“I realize this Ron, but we can't exactly skip classes or anything!”

“We can't?”

“No,” she said sternly, “I'll just have to wait until this evening when I can go to the Library and do some research.”

“Research? In the Library? In that body? My body? You've got to be joking Hermione, I can't be seen in the Library!”

“Ron, do you want to stay in my body forever?”

“Of course not!”

“Then shut up! Listen…we'll just have to act like nothing's wrong, Harry can't know…he's already got enough to be going on with.”

“Right.”

“Alright then…don't be late to class.” They both turned and began heading back to their respective dorms, then Hermione paused and spun around toward him on her heel, “One more thing,” she hissed, “you better make sure those eyes are closed when you're changing my robes, Weasley!”

Ron gulped. He hadn't thought of that… “Well, you better do the same then,” he sneered.

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Hermione sat next to Harry in the Great Hall, smiling brightly at him. He looked at her, puzzled, and then continued eating his breakfast. Soon, Ron came strolling awkwardly into the Hall. Hermione had never seen herself from this perspective before and she dearly hoped that wasn't how she normally walked.

“Good morning, everyone,” Ron squeaked in a high pitched tone as he took a seat across from them. Hermione winced and kicked his shins under the table. “Ow!”

Harry looked up at Ron, and then over again at Hermione…she smiled. As Harry turned his attention back to his food, so did Ron. He began loading his plate, as was his usual custom, and began shoveling food into his mouth. Hermione put a hand on her forehead and shook it softly from side to side, “You are such a pig,” she mumbled, her voice deep.

Harry peeked up slightly to look at Ron once again, a confused look on his face.

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Hermione watched as her un-showered, un-brushed self walked into Transfiguration five minutes late. She shot a hateful glare at Ron as he sat down behind her, Harry at his side. As she was shaking her head and beginning to turn back around, she noticed that Harry was looking at Ron….or her...Ron in her body. Not exactly looking…more like staring! Blushing, she turned back to face the front of the classroom.

Is Harry staring at ME? Oh, if only Ron hadn't dressed to horribly today! I mean…I never make robes look that bad…do I?

Hermione raised her hand as often as she usually did in class, and each time she felt Ron kick the back of her chair. He kept making loud coughing noises to get her attention. He got McGonagall's instead, “Is something wrong Miss Granger?”

“No, nothing at all,” chirped Ron again in his mock girly voice. After class Hermione yanked him aside, practically slamming him into the castle wall.

“Ron, my voice is already a girl's voice. Stop making that stupid high pitched voice!” she gritted her teeth. “Oh, sorry,” was all he said.

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After lunch in the Great Hall, they went outside to lounge on the grass. Hermione busied herself with her homework and Ron sat down on a rock, unwrapping a napkin filled with some crumbs he had left over from lunch. Hermione sat watching him make a complete disgrace of her in front of Harry. He had yanked his robes off earlier and now sat wearing a pleated skirt and her oldest, ugliest jumper. He sat with his legs apart munching on pieces of corn bread. Hermione's face burned with anger.

“Are you alright, Mate?” Harry asked, looking intently at him.

“Sure. Fine.”

“What are you doing with Hermione's bag?”

“Oh…er - we must have switched them by accident,” she fumbled, zipping the bag and flinging it away from her. Then she watched as Harry glanced toward Ron who was slapping his stocking-clad knees together and humming. It was like watching a mentally challenged version of herself, and all she could do was look on in horror as Ron continued to make her look like a fool. She looked back over at Harry and saw him still watching Ron with his mouth open. Her head turned back toward Ron and she saw what Harry was staring at; Ron wasn't exactly being modest wearing her skirt. Turning back to Harry she gasped, clapped a hand over her mouth and slapped him across his cheek.

“Ow! Ron! What's the big idea!?” Ron toppled off of the rock where he had been perched and rolled around on the grass laughing…in Hermione's body. He looked like a complete fool. Harry was staring again, but now he held a hand to the reddening side of his face.

Hermione jumped up and grabbed Ron by his wrist, yanking him up from the ground with strength she didn't know she possessed. Turning away from where Harry stared at them both, she rasped into his ear, “Would you mind not making me look like….like some sort of…Scarlet Woman!”

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Hermione was looking over Harry's shoulder in the Common Room reading his essay for their History of Magic class. When he twisted around to look up at her and asked, “What are you doing Ron?” she jumped. Desperately, she tried to think of something to say in Ron-ish, “Homework sucks,” she said, thumping her fist into her open palm. Then she hurried from the room and headed for the Library.

Once there (after receiving a quizzical look from Madame Pince) she pulled stacks of books from the shelves and began poring through them…..

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((((Please review, otherwise I don't know if I'll continue this story. Anybody interested in finishing it for me, feel free to do so. But please email me so I don't torture myself over it any longer.))))