“You’re a Bitch!”

Ron unleashed his curse and retort, “You’re a Bitch!”. Draco flinches, but it is Ron who’s eyes widen with shock as a cone of green energy blasts out the back of his wand, knocking him off of his feet.

Ron yelps like a puppy as he tumbled to the ground, and rolled to a breathless stop a few yards away. His chest heaving, he lies there for x moment while the Slytherins guffaw rudely. Ron snorts, and growls angrily, scrambling to his feet and whipping around to snarl at the bullies. It is then that he notices something, a weight on his chest that makes him overshoot slightly. His anger turns to confusion as he prods the mass on his chest, and he barks in alarm when he realizes what it is - a pair of tits! Moreover, he inspects his prodding finger to realize that it is covered in soft reddish fur, and he has the toe-beans of a dog!

He suddenly becomes aware of how difficult it is to stand. He teeters for a moment, howling and windmilling his thin arms futilely with his fresh breasts bouncing in front of him, but he lands on his furry rear anyway. Unbeknownst to Ron, his newly grown tail has shredded his boxers, so when he lands on his ass, the sensation of damp grass on his base cunt nearly sends him back to his feet again. He crawls backwards in panic as the Slytherins laugh, inadvertently dragging his butt trough the grass.

Harry looks at Hermione, who for once seems just as confused as he is, “We’ve gotta get him out of here.”