Disclaimer: Harry Potter does not belong to me, but to the wonderful JK Rowling.
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It was all Seamus' fault. He just had to rise to the bait, didn't he? The Great Hall was now a great mess. Seamus couldn't stand being called a chicken and so he threw a bowl of mashed potatoes at Zacharias Smith's retreating form.
It didn't take long for the entire student body that was currently in the Great Hall, to join in.
Hermione just knew it was a bad idea to enter in the Great Hall just then, but she was starving and wanted to grab some food and make a run for it before whatever was going to happen, happened.
Unfortunately, Hermione was not fast enough. Just as she reached Gryffindor table, there was a muted splat sound.
With dread, Hermione cautiously lifted a hand to the back of her head. Sure enough, there was a mound of cherry flavored yogurt in her hair.
Gritting her teeth, Hermione turned around to see a sheepish looking Ron gazing at her. With a growl, Hermione picked up the nearest bowl (a bowl of cream corn) and lobbed it back in Ron's face.
Surprised, Ron wiped some of the corn out of his eyes and reached for another bowl. Just before he could throw it back at Hermione, he noticed her fingering her wand threateningly.
Deciding that provoking her would not be a good idea, Ron turned to fling some sweet potatoes at a 6th year Ravenclaw that had just slapped a rather wet and juicy pork chop on his head.
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"You look so delicious!"
"Pardon?"
It took Harry's brain a second to process what he just said. Realizing what he said, Harry had the decency to blush.
"Err… Sorry. But you do! Do you have any idea what you look like, Hermione?"
"A mess is what I look like" Hermione replied crossly.
Harry's eyes wandered over Hermione, taking in each and every delicious detail. She had what appeared to be various flavors of yogurt in her hair, complete with a variety of berries.
'Wow that must have been some food fight!' Harry mused to himself as his eyes continued to scan Hermione.
There was brown sugar stuck to a majority of her face, and what appeared to be honey. Her chest was smeared with whipped cream and there was a fair selection of sauces on her shirt and stomach.
Wait, why was he seeing her stomach anyways?
'What kind of food fight includes the tearing of clothes?' Harry wondered 'Never mind, I don't want to go there.'
Looking further down, Harry noted there was ample ketchup and mustard stains on her jeans and what he dearly hoped was barbeque sauce. There was also a mysterious green spot just above her left shoe.
Bringing his gaze upward again, Harry did a double take as he spied something peeking out of Hermione's shirt.
Unthinkingly, Harry's hand flashed out and disappeared briefly. Pulling back with a triumphant grin on his face, Harry had three whipped cream and chocolate covered cherries locked in his grasp.
Shock registered on Hermione's face. Did her best friend, Harry Potter do just what she thinks he did? Locating the cherries in his hand and the rather pleased look on his face, Hermione knew exactly what Harry had done.
"HARRY JAMES POTTER!" Hermione screeched.
Harry had the decency to look ashamed.
"I'm sorry Hermione?" He ventured out timidly, afraid of Hermione's wrath.
"Hmph" Hermione huffed as she spun on her heel and stalked away. She was beginning to smell strange and wanted to take a shower IMMEDIATELY.
As Hermione stomped down to hall, Harry noticed that her left shoe gave the occasional squelch. At least he could hope the green spot was Jell-O.
Still clutching the cherries, Harry turned to enter the Great Hall, hoping to scrounge up some food.
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A/N: If anyone can tell me, in a PM, where Harry's first line comes from, I'll write them a one-shot as a prize. Any number of people can tell me. BUT IT MUST BE TOLD IN A PM!