"Ron," began Hermione , ending the awkward silence between the trio. "Is...That you?"
"Of course it is, 'Ermione," said Ron in a bubbly French accent he did not expect, so much so that he clasped his hands around his mouth. The suit had completely turned Ron into Fleur, voice and all.
Both his friends were more quick to recover after that. It was a little strange to see, considering the Polyjuice Potion hadn't ever effected their voices before, but the trio was used to transformation at this point. Ron was certainly enjoying himself, eying the blonde beauty he had become up and down in the mirror. He felt himself blush, his teenage mind pondering what lay behind this loose blue blouse.
Hermione cleared her throat, awakening Ron from his trance. "And have you given any thought, Ronald, as to how you're going to get back to normal?"
Something unusual came over Ron and he gave Hermione a bedroom eyes glance. "Oh, come now, 'Ermione. Can't I have a little fun? No?"
Ron expected Hermione to put her foot down and demand he see reason, like she normally did. Instead, he noticed that her eyes sort of glazed over and looked empty. Additionally, her face turned beat red, like she was blushing or drunk.
"O-Of, Ron," she muttered in a trance-like voice. "Anything you want."
Harry, who had been standing back trying to process this exchange, immediately realized what was going on. "Ron, you're using Fleur's veela on Hermione!"
"Vat?" he was just as surprised by what had come over him. "How is zat possible? Vhy vould it vork on her and not you, 'Arry?"
"I don't know," replied Harry. He knew as well as Ron did that normally veela powers only affected males. Both of them looked at Hermione who was staring at Ron like he was the most beautiful woman on the planet. "Reverse it!"
"I don't know how!"
"Well, take off the suit then! Maybe it will snap Hermione out of it!"
Ron reached around and tugged at the back of his head where the flap had been when he had originally put the Fleur suit on. To his horror, he discovered that there was no longer an opening. The suit had sealed shut, trapping inside Fleur's body!
"I can't!" he announced to Harry. "Ze opening is gone!"
"Well, we have to do something, Ron! Class starts soon and we can't go to Potions with you as Fleur and Hermione like a zombie."
"Shouldn't we go to ze medical ving?"
"Hermione will kill us if she finds out we had her skip a class."
Ron nodded in agreement. Hermione did tend to act irrational when it came to missing her schooling. The girl was insane enough to actually mourn the loss of finals in their second year. Still, it wasn't fair to have her ruin her perfect record because of Ron's carelessness. Without thinking, Ron, took out Fleur's wand and pointed it at the dazed Hermione.
"Deflatus Os Cutis!"
A blue spark jumped from the tip of Fleur's wand and struck Hermione right in the forehead. Their friend jolted her head back and dropped to the floor, apparently unconscious.
Harry and Ron watched with an odd fascination as Hermione dwindled away into a flat flap of skin and clothes, just like Fleur had been moments ago. When the last of the air ran out from her body, the two friends shot each other concerned look. Ron explained his actions.
"There's no time to tink. Class vill start soon. Von of us needs to vear ze suit."
Harry nodded, understanding what Snape would do to Hermione if she had skipped a class. She would be in detention for weeks, even if they had a decent excuse. However, there was the question now of who would wear the newly created Hermione suit.
They decided...
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