What Happened, Harry?

Disclaimer: Still applies. I don't own them, all is well.

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Harry sighed, 'I knew this was going to happen.'

Hermione was smirking slightly at Ron's non-existent subtlety, wondering the same thing, taking an interest in the abrupt turn in conversation, and takes a seat. If she only had a bag of popcorn...

"H-Harry. P-please tell me that t-those aren't-aren't-" Ron stuttered out, before cutting himself off, shutting his mouth, and glancing to Hermione. "Are you sure you got the right Harry?"

"Ron!" She whacked him upside that back of the head. "Of course I did. I am always right you know," she ended with a slightly haughty tone.

Harry leaned forward, getting really near to Ron's face, and pushed back the hair on his forehead revealing his infamous scar, grinning. "It's really me Ron. Takes you back a few years, eh? Besides, why would anyone bother impersonating me to go to school?"

Ron had jumped back a bit when Harry had started to get close to his face.
"Well-well." He gulped, gathering his scattered thoughts, before finishing by muttering something into his hands that he covered his face with to hide his blush.

Harry didn't hear what Ron had said. He was too busy cramming Hedwig's cage into the storage at the top, managing to make quite a racket. Or trying to cram it in there,
rather. It wasn't fitting, and he took a small step back before glaring darkly at it. At this point, Hermione just couldn't take their antics anymore, and started to giggle. Ron and Harry glanced at each other as if to see if the other knew what she was giggling at, before staring at Hermione.

They were confused. Hermione never giggled. Yes, they knew that she was a girl, and that girls have that annoying tendency to giggle, but Hermione didn't. She just didn't.
She might chuckle at them when they're being stupid; laugh until she had tears running down her face, and she has to hold onto her stomach; do a sarcastic "Ha ha;" snicker when she thought no one could hear; or even let out a snort in between laughs - and deny it venomously and glare at them whenever they bring it up until they shut their mouths. And they do, because they don't want to face her when she's angry. Harry decided to take the chance that his head may be bitten off, but he hopes not. He rather likes it where it is.

"Um, Hermione. You're giggling. Why are you giggling?"

This makes Hermione giggle a bit harder, until she's just laughing full out - leant over her thighs, facing the ground, starting to loose her breath, and her face was red.

Harry just sat down next to Ron dumbly. They didn't know what had some over her.
Another glance of confusion was shared between them, and an unspoken agreement to wait it out was made.

When the giggles finally ceased, Hermione spoke up. "You two boys are so thick sometimes." The giggles resumed.

Sighs were head from both of the boys. "Exploding snap, Harry?"

"Yeah, sure."

"Hey. You're not just going to ignore me."

Ron and Harry didn't look up from their game. "Oh, yeah? What makes you say that Hermione?"

"Well, first off, you responded to me," she stuck her tongue out at him. Who says that she can't be prone to childishness at times? "And secondly, Ron, you never got Harry to answer your question. Though you didn't really finish it... You were too busy stuttering."

Ron stopped playing, to glare at Hermione, and attempted to make a sentence, and failed. Horribly. "Yeah, but-I-you-saw-didn't you?"

"You know, Ron if I didn't know what you were talking about, I would't even bother to say anything to that."

Harry, in the meantime, had gone completely still and became rather paler than usual.
He still hadn't looked up from the cards after this deviation in the conversation on a topic that he didn't want to talk about.

"Harry. Are you going to tell us what happened? I mean, you're still you, but-" Hermione searched for a delicate way to say it without being too blunt, but Ron saved her from that.

"Harry, why do you have tits?"

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