Uh Oh, You're Me

Ronald and Ginny Weasley were yelling at each other from opposite sides of the common room. It was empty as it was the winter holidays. Harry and Hermione weren't there at the present time. They were Head Boy and Girl, so they had patrol duty. Ron thought it was kind of pointless sense no one was around. Plus he didn't want Hermione and Harry alone together for too long. He didn't want Hermione to be alone with anyone but him for too long, if it came to that.

"You think your life is tough?" Ginny was yelling. "IMAGINE HAVING A CRUSH ON SOMEONE YOU KNOW YOU CAN'T HAVE! IMAGINE BEING THE ONLY GIRL IN A FAMILY WITH SIX BOYS!"

Ron too was now screaming, his ears turning the color of his flaming hair. "YOU DON'T KNOW HOW IT FEELS TO CONSTANTLY BE OVERSHADOWED BY EVERYONE! AND I DO KNOW HOW IT FEELS TO HAVE A CRUSH ON SOMEONE I KNOW I CAN'T-" Ron stopped short. He had said too much, and Ginny was looking at him quizzically. The rest of his face was now changing to match his ears.

"Well just try living a day in my life, Ron," Ginny said more quietly. "You really don't understand until you've lived a day in my life."

"That's not possible, or I'd be switching places so fast it'll make your head spin," Ron replied, also much softer, yet still bitter.

"Ditto," said Ginny simply.

They looked at each other for a second in silence before Harry and Hermione came back in. Harry was chuckling. Ron bit down his jealousy and forced a smile.

"What's so funny?" he asked Harry. Well, supposedly he asked Harry, but he was staring at Hermione when he said it. Harry rolled his eyes as Hermione bit her lower lip and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. He cleared his throat loudly.

"Nothing," Harry replied. Ron whipped his head around in surprise at the sound of his voice. He had completely forgotten he was there. He blushed as dark as he had when he had been yelling at Ginny.

"Oh...ok," he said. There was an awkward silence and Ron said, "Bugger, I'm tired! I'm going to bed. See you tomorrow Ginny, Hermione."

"Good night, boys," the girls said in unison as he and Harry headed up the stairs.

Ron collapsed on his bed as Harry did the same on his.

"Good night, Harry."

"Good night, Ron."

Ron listened to Harry's quiet snores that started almost immediately, unable to fall asleep himself. He sat up and opened a drawer in his bedside table. Very carefully he took out a picture of just him and Hermione at Hogsmeade during third year. He smiled as he watched the two of them laughing together. That's how it should always be, he thought to himself. Just me and Hermione... He put the picture back and sunk into the pillows of his bed. His sudden tiredness overcame him and he fell fast asleep.

When Ron woke up he was still exhausted. He didn't feel like getting up. He just wanted to drop off again. He turned his head and felt something silky, like hair. That's really odd, he thought. He opened his eyes a bit. There was red hair spilling down the side of the bed in soft waves. His eyes snapped open all the way and he sat up. The hair moved with him, as though it was attached to his head. He rushed to the mirror and looked inside. He gasped.

He was wearing a nightgown. The long flowing hair was attached to his head. His chocolate brown eyes widened. He looked just like-

Ginny.

He rushed out of the dormitory in a panic. Everything seemed so much larger with Ginny's short body. He ran up the steps to the boy's dorms and burst through the door. He was face to face with himself. Or his body. Or something. This was getting far too bizarre.

"Come with me!" He heard his deep voice boom out of his mouth. Wow, my voice is SO COOL! But never mind that.

Ron followed himself down the stairs and into the common room. What the hell was going on? He decided to ask that question when he sat on the couch.

"What the hell is going on?" He heard Ginny's squeaky voice escape him.

"I have no idea. Ron? Is it you in there?"

"Yes," he replied. Too strange. If he had Ginny's body then the only logical explanation would be that Ginny had his.

"Ginny, what are we going to do?" he asked her.

She put her head in her hands. Or his hands. Let's just say they're her hands for now. "I don't know, Ron. I have no idea."

"I guess we'll just have to wait it out," he replied. He began to shake. "I'm sure this will right itself in the end."

Ginny began to cry. She wiped away the tears and said, "Well I hope you're happy now! You get to be me."

"Yeah," he said. It was so weird to watch himself cry. But it wasn't really him. God this was confusing. "And you get to be me, Gin. That's what you wanted, right? To see how easy it was for me?"

"Well I'll be living it up while it lasts," she said, half serious, but still sniffling. "You share a dorm with Harry, right?"

"What does that mean?" Ron said horror struck.

"Nothing, nothing..." she said, giving a watery smile. "Well you get to share a dorm with Hermione." She winked at him.

"What does that mean?" he tried to be mad at her for saying it, but these last words had made him curious, and if he was honest, quite happy. "But you're a year younger then her."

"She switched into my dorm," Ginny said, shrugging. "Said she couldn't stand Lavender and Parvati constantly talking about Divination."

"Oh," said Ron. "I didn't know you could do that."

"Maybe you can have some girl talk," Ginny went on. "Find out some stuff about her."

"Why would I want to do that?" Ron said trying to sound indifferent to the mentioned stuff. He failed so he gave in and said," What kinda stuff?"

"A little o' this, a little o' that." She said slyly. "Maybe even find out who she likes..."

Ron blushed. "That sort of thing doesn't matter to me," he informed her. "Do you know who she likes?"

"I thought that didn't matter to you, Ron," she grinned.

"Just answer the question," he said impatiently.

"No, I don't know. But that's what girl talk's for. Ask her some questions. She trusts me, so if she thinks it's me, she'll tell you."

"Okay..." he said. "I wonder how long this will last."

"So do I. But for now, let's go back to our dorms and change. I don't want everyone to see me in my nightdress."

"There's nobody here but you, me, Harry, and Hermione," he pointed out. "But you're right."

They headed for the stairs. Ron almost headed for the boy's but remembered he was now a...girl. He shuddered. Creepy.

He walked through the door, scanning the room for Hermione's bed. Before he didn't know she lived there with Ginny. He spotted it and decided to sit down on the edge for a bit. She had pushed off her covers and was shivering. Looking around, he pulled the covers back over her very gently. He noticed a lock of brown hair falling dangerously close to her mouth. He grazed her cheek as he tucked it behind her ear. He needed to stop. What if someone found what seemed to be Ginny being so loving to Hermione? Might look kinda strange.

"Okay," he said aloud. "Where are the clothes?"

He looked around the room, finally spotting a closet labeled "Ginny". He strode over and opened it. He almost fainted.

So...many...colors...

He had no idea what he was doing. Does this skirt look ok with this blouse? Or should he wear this shirt with these pants? Can you wear plaid with stripes? How does Ginny do this every morning? He settled on a plain white t-shirt with jeans. Can't go wrong with a classic, right? He had barely touched the hair before going downstairs.

He waved to Ginny who was sitting in the common room, reading. She turned and her eyes widened and her jaw dropped.

"How'd I do?" he asked, turning around. She was silent. "What? What's wrong?"

"No. NO!" she stood up and he saw his body towering over him. It suddenly struck him how tall he really was. Wow. He'd never really noticed before. "Come with me, we have to fix that hair, and that outfit's so old!"

He was thunderstruck. He had thought he'd done a good job...although it's true he hadn't looked in the mirror...

She threw him down on the bed. "Sit!" she boomed. She seemed so angry with him. He truly didn't understand what he had done wrong. "Let me sort out the clothes. And I'll let Hermione deal with the hair. Just wake her up and ask her."

Ron's eyes widened. "Won't that seem a little strange?" he asked.

"No, we do each other's hair all the time," she said carelessly. "But don't wake her up now. Wait till I'm gone or she'll want to know what you're doing in the girl's dormitory."

He nodded. "Hurry up, then."

She tossed him the clothes. "Please...er...try not to look at my body much, ok?"

He grimaced. "Don't worry about that. I'd like it if you'd...er... return the favor."

"No problem."

"Good."

There was an awkward moment before Ron said, "Well, you should probably get going. You know...before she wakes up."

"Right," she said. "Well, see you later."

"Bye."

He waited for the door to shut before turning to Hermione's bed.

"Hermione," he said quietly, gently pushing her. She made an indistinct mumble and rolled over. "Hermione!" he said a bit louder.

She mumbled again, but this time it was a bit coherent. "I don't wanna pet your monkey."

He sniggered. The sound woke her up. "Fascinating as your monkey petting may or may not be, that's not what I woke you up for." She glared at him.

"That's a very Ronnish thing to say, Gin," she said.

He thought fast. "Well, I do live with the boy."

"Too true," she said, stretching. He watched the adorable face she made while yawning, and the way her body curved while stretching. Ginny has the good life. "Now what did you want from me?"

"I need you to do my hair for me," he said as convincing as he could. "It's gone a bit haywire."

"Sure," she said, smiling. Ron felt himself melt inside. Her smile always did that to him. "Sit here and let's get to work."