AN: From interactive "Fanfiction Gender Change", chapter originally written by Mr.George
Hermione's head snapped straight to Ronni, as soon as the whispered insult was uttered. Harriet's gaze flicked past her friends, to the intent glare of the teacher. It was clear she'd heard something, Harry sincerely hoped her English wasn't very good. There was a lightly protested snort from Ronni, as Hermione took her arm and walked her away, off towards Fleur.
Harriet gave an uncertain, vague smile and darted off after the pair of them.
She was glad to see that Fleur had finished with her conversation, and was ready to form up her little tour group.
The four of them put their heads together.
"Women, don't use that word." Hermione fumed.
Ronni did look embarrassed, her cheeks burning crimson. Her toes swivelling as she looked intently at the ground, "Sorry." she answered, meekly.
"And don't do that." Hermione rebuked her once more. "Girls don't scratch... not there!"
It looked like Ronni really wanted the ground to swallow her up.
"I don't know... I can't...." she was on the verge of tears, as Hermione softened her tone, and swept up the copper haired girl into a sympathetic embrace.
"I might have a solution." she said consolingly.
"Please." Ronni answered with a cracking voice.
Feminine Morosa
She tapped Ronni's head with her wand. A shower of glittering golden sparks cascaded down from her rust hair, lightening as they showered down to the ground.
Harriet watched fascinated. He'd never heard that spell before, and was curious to see it's effect.
The effect was rapid, as Ronni stood up straighter, and dabbed at her moist eyes, with a delicacy and restraint that really wasn't part of Ron's personality. Normally he'd be the first to wipe away snot and tears with his sleeve.
There was also something more poised, and elegant about her bearing. She just looked more aware of her body.
"This helps you express your femininity." Hermione explained.
"Harry?" she asked, as an offer.
"No. No, I'm fine." she assured her friend. She wasn't sure what femininity Ron had to express. But it certainly was working.
As the little group set off towards the gardens, Harriet hid a smile, as she watched Ronni walk. Or rather as her eyes were drawn to the way her arse shifted, and danced. It looked like she was out to attract guys. There was a bounce and a swivel that looked so right, and so wrong too. With Hermione and Fleur chattering up front, neither girl had noticed how Ronni was shimmying and shaking. Her feet would land deliberately, not loudly, but firmly, sending an eye catching ripple dancing across her rear.
She had to hide her smile, as Ronni idly played with her longer hair, she appeared oblivious to her own changes.
"Errr... Hermione. Whose idea of femininity is driving her behaviour?" she asked.
Hermione didn't pick up on Harriet's tone, a mix of worry and amusement.
"From her own mind." she answered without even a backwards glance.
Her smile widened, Ron had grown up with only his mother and younger sister as the only significant females in his life. Only paying attention to women, as he matured. Or at least, as he grew older, Harriet corrected herself.
It looked like Ronni's skewed perceptions were coming home to roost.
