Reflections on The Fairer Sex

Ron was only half awake as he listened to the voices talking near him. "Who is she?"

"Why is she here?"

"RON! Wake up! There's a woman in your bed!" Ron sat up straight in his bed and looked around expectantly. The other boys surrounded him in his dormitory, but there was no girl.

"You know, I don't appreciate that you guys! All you have to do is set the alarm to wake me up." He got up groggily and went to take a shower.

Once in the showers he heard Seamus, singing, yet again. "Damn it, Seamus, if you're going to sing, you could at least do it alone, or on key!" He shouted as he went to find an empty shower. Seamus stuck his head out of the shower curtain and nearly fell out of the shower. "Seamus?"

"Yeah, umm, what?"

"None of these other crappy showers works. When you're done, can I use yours?"

"Sure, I'm done now. Just let me get dressed and then you can get in."

"Seamus, this is no time to be modest. Just throw on a towel! I have to get to breakfast too, you know!" Seamus came out of the shower stall moments later, red as a beet and wearing a small, scarlet and gold striped towel. Ron stepped in, muttering something about how they even had to have the towels match the color scheme.

He showered quickly, too much asleep to even notice the temperature of the water, much less whether or not he used soap. Once he was done, he threw on the robes that had appeared on the hook. Once he'd zipped his fly and tucked in his shirt, he figured he'd go and comb his hair so as not to let Hermione have the satisfaction of telling him to do so at breakfast.

Once he was in the bathroom, he flipped out his comb, looked in the mirror and gasped. There, standing in the middle of the boy's bathroom, was a girl. Needless to say, Ron was horrified. He turned to give her a piece of his mind, but she was gone before he could say a word. He turned back to the mirror and stopped half way. He could see the girl again in the mirror, but his reflection was missing. He choked back a scream and pulled on his hair. The girl in the mirror pulled on her long straight blonde hair. He smiled. The girl grinned gorgeously, showing pearly white, perfect teeth. Ronald Weasley was a girl!

Ron started to tear at his hair. This was nuts! He couldn't be a girl; it wasn't possible! He then took a good look at himself in the mirror and stopped. A pair of shinny blue eyes stared unblinking back at him, framed by beautiful lashes like small butterflies. He turned to the left, then to the right and then to the left again, examining his figure.

"My god," he struck a pose any modeling agency would be proud of. "I'm a knock out!"

End.