AN: From interactive "Harry Potter Transformations", chapter originally written by Mr.George
Harry's tension eased, as he watched Ron's face. Her pain and confusion fading, then he saw the familiar roguish smile he recognised.
"Ron..." he asked softly.
"Of course, I'm still your Ron-Ron..." spreading her arms wide, her bust gave a playful bounce, drawing Harry's gaze despite his best attempts. As he fought his embarrassment, he felt Ron grab him, and pull him close.
Planting Harry's face in her cleavage, she rolled her shoulders, slapping Harry's stunned cheeks with her full, soft, warm breasts. Only the teasing thinness of her blouse separating their flesh.
Afraid, and now in full panic, Harry started to breath deeply, his hot breath huffing down the valley of Ronni's cleavage. She giggled at the heat, and the caressing breaths, as she felt her nipples stiffen demanding their own attention. Harry's arms flapped wildly at their sides, afraid to make the situation worse.
Desperately, he hoped this was one of Ron's jokes, but he was more afraid this was sincere, and Ron-Ron... Veronica had now displaced Ron with that tap of the wand. Eventually his arms found Ronni's, and gently taking them, he eased himself out of her cleavage.
It was Harry's turn to be crimson, his cheeks were flushed red both from surprise, and the cosiness of his head's imprisoning cleavage. With an uncertain smile on his face, he tried to read her expression.
