"Maybe the magic at Hogwarts finally jammed it. It's still remarkable how long it's lasted, electronics aren't supposed to work at all." She continued to mumble about possible outcomes and magic's effect on Muggle objects as she resorted to pushing random buttons in the hope it would work. Technology was not her forte.
After pressing something (she'd never remember what order it was), the computer came back to life. Success! She allowed herself a grin of satisfaction. Scientific process and luck could get you through anything.
But then there was a blue screen outlining some incomprehensible error and smoke. Lots of smoke. Plus some weird feeling in the air.
"Stop, stop!" Maybe another button would do it....
A small explosion and the world went dark.
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gryff_booklover- Hermione Granger
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He knew he'd logged on to the community to see what shits and giggles had happened during the day, but after that it was a bit of a blurr.
He groaned again and pushed his hair out of his face. Wait a minute, had he got drunk and stolen one of Gunner's wigs again? He had short hair...
Her computer! She quickly raised herself off the ground, intent on finding out what was wrong with the blasted thing, when she realized that half of her body was paralyzed.
Not really paralyzed. More like her hand messing with her hair on its own accord.
The hand moved down to her face, feeling the chin for a minute before moving down to che-es--
"Hey, stop!"
Havoc was just going through the "err what?" stage of hangover and he realised something was wrong. His clothing was tighter than he was used to. SURELY he hadn't got so drunk he'd dressed up in Patch's clothing again?
He was paralyzed with shock when he realised his body was raising up by itself, and even more so when his mouth shouted to stop. He looked down.
"Fuck! I've got tits!" *Snort*
"Who are you?" she shouted. "What sort of magic did you use to do this and how do I get you out?"
((XDD Sorry for the late reply, LJ decided to send me the notification...two hours later. *shifty eyes*))
Something wierd was going on, it had to be one of three things. Either Kane had devised some new torture, he was REALLY drunk, or this had something to do with the cdommunity. As much as he would like to believe the second option, and as likely as the first option always was, he was inclined to think the latter was true. This wasn't his body. It was small and scrawny and... Female!
"Hermione? What the f- heck is going on here?" Havoc groaned. "T's me, Havoc."
"How---I mean--" Her wand fell to the ground. "Please explain. Quickly."
He scratched his- HER head absent mindedly.
"If you were threatening me with your wand, weren't you threatening yourself?"
"If you're in my body, who knows what you could have done. Best to get rid of all possibilities." That made sense. Ha, take that, logic.
She was fighting with herself. She was nuts.
"Anyway, if you could just find a spell to undo - whatever this is, I can be on my merry way and you can go back to studying Harry's behind like a good little student."
Oh, he was cheeky.
"Anyway, moving on from Harry's ass isn't it about time you suggested a trip to the library or started pontificating on the possible reasons this could have happened? Crap, look shar pwe have company."
He straightened up his half of the body as two Hufflepuffs walked past.
He kept on moving in time with his other half, it was getting easier, but then again that didn't make it easy as he bashed his shin against the table as they sat down and tried hard not to swear.
Harry and Ron didn't suspect anything, and for the majority of dinner, everything went fine. It was in the middle of dessert when she burned her tongue on a bit of fruit cobbler that Havoc hissed, "Fuck!" that surprised them.
Ron drew unwanted attention by roaring with laughter and some of the other Gryffindors joined in. She slouched in a chair a bit while Harry asked what was the matter. It took several tries to convince him that she was alright, and even then he kept glancing at her. At least he didn't say anything. Bless him.
Yeah, I bet you would say that.
Shut it.
((Hey, are we going to keep the virus around for a few days more or do you want to end it today?))
"Sorry about the outburst" Havoc hissed as they left. "That cobbler was HOT."
"Hermione, do you need to talk to someone?" Harry asked. He was still looking at her oddly.
"No, no, I'm fine! Just a bit tired, is all. I think I'll go to bed earlier tonight if that's fine with you."
Both of them shrugged in agreement and went back to their conversation on the Cannons.
Boys were clueless sometimes.
"Oi." He whispered as they walked away.
"Did you say something?" Ron asked.
"Ah, yes. I just wanted to say that--um--I'm going to the library!"
He raised an eyebrow. "This late at night?"
"Of course, it's still open for another hour or two. I need to find some books for something, it won't be long." They walked in the opposite direction quickly.
"Barmy," she heard Ron say.
Once they were on an isolated hallway, she guided Havoc to a particularly large window. They sat down on the window sill and she sighed, "That was close. What were you going to say?"
"I'm not feeling too good in here." Havoc whispered. "Can you feel anything?"
"Er, password is your area." He muttered.
"No, just tired. Gabsmash."
With a frown, the portrait opened up. "You should get a shot of brandy, it's always helped me in the past!"
Havoc grumbled something close to, "I'm sure," and Hermione choked back a laugh as they climbed through the portrait hole. This wasn't all that bad.