I'm not even sure I can explain this one.

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Kinda, Sorta, Maybe, Just a Little Bit

A very sorry attempt at humor

"Well, see…" Fred pauses as they walk up a staircase. "Promise you won't get mad?"

"No," Hermione says, shaking her head.

He sighs.

"Fine," he says, scratching his head. "You have to understand, it was an accident," he said for what must have been the sixth time.

"You've said that already," she said, glaring up at him.

"I have?"

"Five times."

"Oh. Sorry. What was I saying?"

"I don't know, you haven't said it yet," Hermione said, growing rather annoyed. This conversation had been going for ten minutes already and they hadn't gotten anywhere.

"Well that's cause I don't want you to get mad!" he exclaimed.

"The longer you take to tell me what happened, the angrier I'll be!" she shouted back.

"Hey, no need to get all defensive!"

"Tell. Me. What. Happened," she said, through gritted teeth, trying to remain calm.

"Okay, so we were practicing some dueling in the common room-"

"That's against school rules."

"Thank you, Ms. Prefect, I didn't know that," he shot back. "Of course I knew that you dolt!"

"I should have house points deducted," she threatened.

"Would you just shut up and listen!?"

Hermione glared daggers at him.

"Please?"

She continued to glare, but waved for him to continue.

"So we were dueling in the common room. It was empty at the time and we figure it would be okay as long as no one got in the way-"

"Someone got in the way, didn't they?" she deadpanned.

"Well… kinda."

"What exactly do you mean by kinda? Someone kinda got in the way? Did they kinda get injured? Kinda loose a leg? Kinda grow an extra head."

"Kinda," he said, wrinkling his nose. Hermione just stared at him. He held his hands up in defense. "I promise, he's fine, I swear… we just… kinda can't figure out how to fix him."

"You kinda can't fix him? What kind of idiot are you to use a spell you doing know how to counter!?"

"The really, really wonderfully funny kind?" he offered, as the duo stops at the entrance to the Gryffindor Common Room.

More glaring.

"Wait a minute… who exactly are we talking about here? And what did you do?"

Fred gave the Fat Lady the portrait and indicated Hermione to enter first.

"Oh my god," she said, staring across the room. Taking up three chairs was the sleeping form of Ron Weasley.

"We kinda, sorta, maybe, just a little bit, accidentally, turned your boyfriend into a girl."

A very female Ron Weasley.