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“Nooooooo!” Wailed Ron, who had been looking down his shirt.
“What in the world- Hermione! What did you do?” Harry asked quite alarmed, arm’s crossed over his chest.
“It’s simple really: I turned you into girls. With a gender-switching potion I added to your tea.”
“But-but...” Ron stuttered, face twisted in horror, arms wind-milling about as he tried to get his point across with gestures.
“Why?” Harry all but shouted. Ron nodded and pointed at Harry.
“After hours of study I concluded that our greatest disadvantage, the very thing keeping us perpetually on the brink of trouble, was that you were boys.” Hermione stated succinctly. “And thus everything would be ever so much easier if you were girls.”
Ron made an odd squawking noise and Harry, looking a bit pale, abruptly sat on the end of Ron’s bed. Hermione could see that they were still a bit disbelieving. “I still have the Arithmancy equations proving it, if you’d like to see.” She offered.