Disclaimer: We all know I don't own any of the Harry Potter related stuff so yeah there we go

Note: Constructive criticism is most welcome this is my first story so I am expecting it to be crap. And I didn't know how to do the paragraph break thingy's like with the stars so yeah it actually says paragraph break ok I'm done with my depressive putting down of self so away we go.

Chapter 1

Hogwarts was a beautiful sight in winter. The lake froze over, the castle roof became a sheet of pure white, and the grounds would cover with sometimes knee-deep snow. Everyone in the castle loved these times, for whatever reason, be it the time when you could have the best snowball fights, make the best snow angels, or play the best pranks on the teachers. Ron, however, liked it because the deep snow would give him the perfect opportunity to run off with Hermione. This morning they were having a snowball fight with Harry.

"What a crap shot, Harry!" yelled Ron, as a large snowball flew 2 metres to his left. His reply was a clump of ice in his mouth from Hermione. He spat it out and complained "Oh man, now my tongues frozen. I won't be any good at kissing now, Hermione."

"Well we'll just have to find out won't we?" she replied with a teasing smile.

He tackled her into the snow and gazed into her eyes. They lay like that for a few moments before Ron moved in to lock his lips to hers. Harry rolled his eyes. Not that they could tell.

"I'll see you guys later I've got... homework." He walked away. Ron was grateful that Harry did this. He didn't feel so awkward if there was nobody there. He grinned to himself and went back to making out.

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Harry was in the common room an hour later when Ron walked in. Harry raised his eyebrows at him and said "Is that just a way to get me to leave? You do still like me right?" He poked his tongue out.

Ron blushed and threw a cushion at him. "Course we do. You just... get in the way." Harry raised his eyebrows again.

"Get in the way of you two? Petrificus Totalus wouldn't even stop you, it would just make everything go stiff."

Ron blushed so hard he looked indistinguishable from the Gryffindor banner behind him. Twice he opened his mouth, closed it again and glared at Harry.

"Yeah, no great comeback now is there, Ron?" Harry teased.

"Shut up."

"Shut up? Shut up was the best Ron Weasley could come up with? My God Ron, Dudley could do better!" He laughed maniacally.

"Harry come off it." Harry was now rolling around on the floor.

"I'm warning you Harry!" This was too much for him. Harry was laughing so hard a wet patch was spreading across the front of his robes.

"Tarantallegra!" yelled Ron. Harry was now on his feel, which were flying every which way. He was no longer laughing.

"Ron! You know I hate the Jelly-legs spell!"

"And you know I hate being teased about Hermione." replied Ron smugly.

"Take it off Ron."

Ron grinned. He was enjoying this.

"Please take it off?" begged Harry.

Ron pretended to think. "You know I can't remember the counter-curse," Ron said innocently.

"RON, YOU DICK, TAKE IT OFF!!!!!!!"

"OK, OK, hold you're Hippogriffs." He removed the spell and received a punch in the stomach from Harry.

"OW! You know Harry, one day you are gonna look back and realise why YOU don't have a girlfriend."

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Hermione was hungry, so she parted with Ron (which took a while) and went to the Great Hall to grab something to eat. When she entered, she noticed Lavender and Parvati, giggling as usual, at the other end of the table. She walked over and sat down.

"So fill me in, what's the joke of the day today?" They erupted into laughter. Hermione was confused.

"We just saw your game of tonsil hockey from the tower, Hermione," giggled Lavender.

"Yeah, who won?" They burst out again.

"Yes Lavender, that's all fine, but you're lucky I haven't told everyone I saw you playing Dean at that just yesterday in the Charms room," shot back Hermione icily. "and I could have sworn he beat you."

Parvati stopped laughing long enough to give Lavender a look of horror and ask, "Dean?" in the most disgusted tone possible. She then began laughing so hard it resembled Harry when she'd first told him she liked Ron. She walked out of the Hall thinking rather smugly about asking Ron for a rematch.