How Ron Found Out

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Ron hid behind the corner of the stairwell for the fifth time this week. He watched as his good friend/ love interest Hermione Granger tip-toed out of the room. His do no wrong best friend was sneaking out, after hours, on a school night. Something was definitely wrong, and Ron was going to find out what it was.

The next day, Ron met Harry and Hermione in the Great Hall for Breakfast like every morning. Ron stared at Hermione trying to look for some clue as to where she had been going.

"Ron?"

"Hm? What?"

"Why are you staring at me?"

Ron shrugged and mumbled something about not staring and a necklace while taking another spoonful of his oatmeal. Hermione blushed slightly, "Oh! Do you like it? It was a gift from-"

Ron and Harry quirked their eyebrows at her. "A gift from who Mione?" Harry asked, not noticing the sudden tension in the room.

"Viktor."

"Vicky." Ron said without skipping a beat.

"Ronald!" Hermione shot daggers at Ron. "I'm going to go write him! At least one of my friends listens to me!"

"I listen!" Harry protested. Hermione and Harry looked at Ron expectantly.

"What? Do you want me to lie to you?" The pair groaned and Hermione walked out of the Great Hall in a huff.

Harry stared at Ron dumbfounded "Could you really be that thick?"

"Shut up. I have to talk to you about something."

Ron told Harry about how he had been watching Hermione; which Harry made several stalker jokes to, sneak out late and how she would come back at all hours of the night. "I think she might be a prostitute Harry."

"Wow." Harry said shaking his head.

"What?"

"You really are that thick!" He smacked Ron in the arm, "For Christ's sake this is Hermione we're talking about Ron!"

Ron looked around, "Well I still say she's up to no good."

"What would you like to do about this Ron? Pollyjuice her?" Harry regretted the words as soon as they fell out of his mouth. "Ron! No! Don't even think about it!"

"Harry that's brilliant!"

"I won't let you make one by yourself, Hogwarts doesn't deserve to be blown up."

"Thanks mate."

Over the next few weeks Ron and Harry went to the same bathroom as second year to brew their potion and come up with their plan. Harry was going to use the potion as Ginny to distract Hermione from leaving while Ron would use it to see where Hermione was going and find out exactly what she was doing.

Harry, being the honest gentlemen that he was, told Ginny that he wanted a lock of her hair, "It's just so beautiful. I want some to tape to my journal."

Ginny smiled sheepishly and grinned, "Sure Harry." She cut off the tip of her hair and placed it lovingly into Harry's hand. "Maybe, I could have some of yours too?"

"Maybe later Gin, I have to go find Ron."

Ron, however, took an easier approach. "Oi! Mione,"

Hermione peered over the top of her book, "What Ronald?"

"You got a bug in your hair."

At which Hermione jumped up, completely disregarding her book screaming "Get it out! Get it out Ron!"

Ron pulled out a strand of her hair, "Got it. Oh- and that's what she said." Hermione slapped him and picked up her fallen book, "You're so immature Ronald."

When the potion was finally ready, the boys placed the hairs inside of their cups.

"I never really get over how disgusting this is…" Harry said looking into the goblet.

"Cheers mate…" They clinked glasses and downed the vile liquid.

Ron felt all the changes going through his body at once. His hair was growing, his frame was getting narrower, and his hips got wider. After a decent three minuets, he looked in the mirror and saw Hermione looking back at him. "This is the creepiest potion ever." He said in his normal voice.

Harry came over to him, "Your sister is so-"

"Please don't finish that sentence- oh and here I got these from Fred and George. They're cough drops that make you sound like anyone in the world." Ron popped one in his mouth and said "Hermione Granger." He felt his throat tingle and sting a little, "Did it work?"

"Ron, that's amazing! How did they pull that off?"

"I'm not sure about half the shit they pull off Harry." He threw one to Harry as he did the same thing Ron did. "Alright, it's 9:56, you go get Hermione and cry about Dean or something while I go."

"What if I run into Ginny?"

Ron smirked, "She suddenly has a case of the chicken pox. She'll be in the hospital wing all night- Harry! Stop looking down Ginny's shirt!"

Harry looked up and blushed, "Sorry. You really sounded like Hermione though mate!"

The boys smiled, "All right you go get Mione. I'll meet you in here again later okay?" They pounded fists and made their separate ways.

Ron started in the same direction as Hermione goes. He looked around for something Hermione would want, but saw nothing. As he rounded the corner he saw Malfoy and grimaced, 'What is he doing up?' He thought.

He grinned at Ron, approached him and gave him a hug. Ron's eyes bulged out of his head. "I thought you weren't coming tonight. I just got your owl- doesn't Ginny need you?"

"Oh, um totally. Yeah, she like got over it and like doesn't need my help anymore." He said nodding, "Totally."

Malfoy put the back of his hand against Ron's head, "Are you alright Miney?"

Ron smiled, and laughed, "Yeah, I'm fine. So- what are we gonna do?"

Malfoy laughed and took her hand, "Like you don't know."

Ron felt his heart race a mile a minuet. 'Holy shit! She's sleeping with Malfoy! I can't believe this!'

Draco and Ron walked to the room of requirement where there was a large bed in the middle of the room and a chair. "Take off your clothes and get on the bed."

"I rather not!"

"Hermione, how many times do I have to tell you?" He grabbed Ron's hand, "You're beautiful. Just because that git friend of yours didn't realize it, doesn't mean you're not. He just couldn't see what was right in front of his eyes." He kissed her head, "Now go on up, and I'll get ready."

Ron was suddenly filled with guilt and remorse. He knew that by 'git friend' Malfoy was talking about him. He figured he owed this for her- no matter how disgusting it was.

Ron removed the oversized robes and got on the bed. 'Damn Mione…what have you been hiding?' He thought to himself.

Draco returned, changed into a black t-shirt and jeans, in his hands a sketch book and some charcoal. Ron felt relief wash over his body. Hermione wasn't sleeping with him- and more importantly, he didn't have to.

"I just want to work on your torso tonight. Shouldn't take too long."

"How is it coming along?" Ron asked, feeling slightly awkward despite Draco clearly not feeling the same.

"Really good. Okay, lay on your side. No need for the hand positions anymore, I did that last night. Right. Just curl your leg a little bit. Good."

Ron watched as Draco's eyes flicked between the pad and his…Hermione's body. His long blonde hair was slightly in his eyes, but he didn't seem to notice. He felt like twitching a little bit, but had a feeling that Hermione always stayed perfectly still. His eyes darted around the room, until he finally caught eyes with Draco.

"You're awfully quiet tonight love. Something bothering you?"

'Love.' Ron thought 'He calls her love.' "Nope. Nothing at all."

"You sure? You were pretty upset this morning."

"Oh, I was just being petty."

"Thinking that your mother hates you for not inviting you to her wedding because you moved in with your dad is hardly petty."

Ron was in shock. He had no idea that her parents were divorced or that her mother was even seeing anyone. Or that she was getting married. Or even that she lived with her dad. The thing that shocked him the most was that she would confide in Malfoy instead of him.

"I just don't want to talk about it." Ron said softly.

"Oh, Mione." He put down the pencil and climbed on the bed, "Next year we'll be able to go wherever we want. You know that." He put his arms around her, "Everything's going to be okay."

Ron looked up at Draco, "You're a really good friend." he said, unintentionally putting emphasis on the 'friend'

Draco smiled, "I try." He kissed her forehead. "Want to come see it?"

Ron nodded and followed Draco to the chair. In front of him were mediocre drawings of Hermione, the talent wasn't great but there was clearly passion and love put into it.

"I was expecting better honestly." Ron said.

"Heh, well I told you I only asked you because I wanted to see you naked." Malfoy laughed and Ron felt very territorial of the body he was in. "Where's the necklace?"

"What?"

"Then flower pendant?"

'I knew it!' "Oh, it's in my jewelry box. Sorry." Draco shrugged.

"Better get you back. Get dressed and I'll walk you back."

Ron tugged on the robes that now felt so heavy on the tiny frame. Draco changed back into his robed and noticed a Gryffindor tie sticking out of one of his inside pockets.

"Is that mine?" Ron asked

"You said I could keep it. I have no intention of giving it back, so don't even ask me." he said straightening his own tie.

The pair walked across the school looking at all the slumbering paintings. Draco making sure that no one was behind a corner before letting Ron pass. "You don't need to baby me Malfoy."

"Since when do you call me Malfoy?" He laughed, "And yes I do."

They came to the portrait and Malfoy hugged Ron again. "You know what tomorrow is?"

Ron thought for a second, "..Thursday?"

Malfoy smirked, "Our favorite day of the week." He gave his but a nice slap and whispered in his ear, "Wear the green bra, it's my favorite. Love you." He pecked his lips roughly before going off.

And that's how Ron Weasley found out that Hermione Granger; his best friend and love interest, and Draco Malfoy; his sworn enemy, were lovers.

The End