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Ron and Hermione saw Draco Malfoy slip into Nocturn Alley. They looked at each other. He was up to something, and they wanted to know what, so they discretely tailed him. He went into Borgin and Burkes. They watched as he met the proprietors and ducked aside as one came locked the door, and pulled the curtains. The heard footsteps going up stairs, and could not follow. Hermione looked around pointed at rickety fire escape in gap between the old buildings. "Look, we can climb up there." she whispered.

Ron looked at the big spider webs and his eyes widened. "Not with those spiders there."

"Oh, Ron." Hermione blew aside a wisp of hair. It was hot, and it was going to be a difficult climb. She lifted her summer robes over her head and stuffed them into her hat, along with her wand and purse. "Hurry, boost me up to the ladder."

Ron took a step back. He liked girls, and Hermione was definitely pretty, although she was more waifish than he liked. Her white shirt and gym shorts hung from her thin limbs. There was no way she was going to climb up without his help, and that meant going in with the spiders. He shook his head.

"Hmpf!" Now the clever witch was really exasperated. "C'mon Ron, remember the hover charm?"

That snapped Ron out of his silly reverie. "Eh? Oh, right." He recalled using it rather well against a troll. He swished and flicked his wand at her. "Wingardium Leviosa." It was awkward, but she started rising up by the wall. She brace with her hands, made it to the railing, and started to rise past it. This was a spell Ron had mastered because it was quite useful for chores. He lifted her over the railing, and set her on the platform.

She heard Borgin talking to Malfoy. He said they tried to fix it, but it was broken on the other end. She crouched and snuck over to the window. It was open. Malfoy was talking, complaining that this was their business, and he was paying them well. Hermione held the sill and lifted her head to peek in and see what they were talking about. Bong! Ron heard the gong of the alarm spell, and saw her stiffen. It was the full body bind!

Ron didn't know the counter curse, so he ran to the locked front door. "Alohomora!" The lock clicked. He turned the knob and went to dash inside. Bong! He too was frozen in place.

A minute later, and both Ron and Hermione had been levitated into a basement dungeon. "Just leave them to us, Master Malfoy. Our Lord may want to question them." Malfoy looked at the various torture devices on the walls, grinned and left.

"Oh, I hope The Dark Lord let's us ask the questions." Borgin grinned at his partner.

"Clap the boy in irons, and then we can warm up this girl before he gets here." Burke leered.

Ron was helpless, unable to even shout, as the creepy guys grabbed under Hermione's arms and lifted her over to an iron rack. They didn't get there. Her arms swelled. Her whole body swelled, until her clothes bulged with the most muscles Ron had ever seen on a female. Snap! The spell was broken. The men knew something was up, but the now powerful girl got them both into headlocks before they could react. Ahhh! Arrg! The both screamed, and then went silent as she squeezed their necks. Ron was stunned by the sight of Hermione's backside and shoulders flexing. The men's arms waved about for a while, then the both went limp. She casually tossed their bodies on the rack, and broke their wands. Then she tied them down with the big belt meant to go over a victim's waist.

Ron's body bind had worn off. "Whoa! Hermione!"

"Shush, Ron, I'll explain later. They should wake up soon." She fetched her wand, but the Alohomora spell failed to unlock the cuffs. She appraised them. "They don't look all that strong." Hermione wrinkled her nose. She would break her sleeves if she got any stronger. "Ahem, nothing up my sleeve..." she wasn't sure that Ron got the Bullwinkle allusion as she tore them off at the shoulder. "...Presto!"

The already strong girl grabbed the bent bar locked across Ron's neck and wrists and pulled at it. Then with more control than an animagus transformation, Hermione just got stronger. And Stronger. Her clothes tightened, and Ron heard threads ripping. Hermione had never used this spell before, as was surprised at how much she loved to feel the power building in her body. She grinned when the metal started to bend.

Ron's jaw dropped. His eyes bulged. Clang! The hasp broke off the metal bar, and he fell to hands and knees. He and Hermione both huffed and puffed, momentarily slack-jawed. "Sweet genius!" he finally panted as he got back up. "Where did you learn to do that?"

Hermione was thrill and relieved at Ron's appreciation. "I didn't know... I... It was all I could think of, since I didn't have a wand." That wasn't true for the second transfiguration, and she knew it. She liked it. She had not expected to get so...big, but she had to break the bar. No, she wanted to break it. She was embarrassed.

Ron just stared at her. He looked a bit goofy, and wasn't standing up straight, and that gave her a sense of even more power, and it made her blush. She looked around. There were no mirrors. "OK, I'll change back now. Give a shout when I look normal. She flexed, blushed even more, then relaxed, and started carefully shrinking.

Ron also blushed achieving the mottled scarlet that was the gift, or curse, of being a Weasley. Then he watched her shrinking back towards normal. Even in the dim light, this was a let down. He liked seeing her... that way. "Uh, that should do." He stammered.

Hermione smiled and put her robes back on. On the way out of the basement she said, "Hey Ron, I don't think Borgin and Burke will say anything, and they didn't see much. Let's not tell anyone about what happened in the basement, not even Harry, okay?"

"Oh Kay." Ron's voice cracked. He hated being 14 years old. He hoped 15 would be better. Hermione did, too.

