Fic: Wishing Well.

Author: serendu

Rating: pg:13. Knowing how I write there will probably be swearing in it at some point.

Disclaimer: If you recognise it - then it isn't mine. Unfortunately. *sulks* HP belongs to Rowling, BTVS to Whedon. Lucky them.

Distribution: TTH, My LiveJournal, FF.net.

Note: This is the product of a diseased mind. Honest - I've got a nasty (evil and WRONG!) cold which is currently keeping me off work (yay!) and making me feel awful (boo!) Enjoy.

Wishing Well

Chapter 1: Empty Rooms.

It had of course with hindsight not perhaps been the wisest of things to say. But at the time, in a fit of pique Ronald Weasley chose to say the second most stupid sentence beginning ever.

"I wish Professor Snape never taught us potions again!" He hissed, his voice filled with venom during a particularly vile potions lesson.

"Ron!" Hermione muttered beneath her breath, "Don't you know better than to say that?"

"Don't be stupid Hermione, it's not like anything good is going to happen." He scoffed back. "Just because that stupid prat who teaches us DADA says there are such things as Vengeance Demons doesn't mean there are... I mean last week he claimed that Vampire Slayers are real! Everyone knows they're a myth. Right?" He asked turning to the third member of the trio, Harry Potter.

"Right." Harry responded, more concerned with weighing the beetle carapaces needed for the potion.

"See." Ron said smugly. "Nothing's going to happen."

Hermione sighed. She turned away from the boys infuriated. 'Do they ever listen?' She wondered almost despairingly as she added her beetle carapaces to her potion.

"No, they don't tend to listen," A voice far away mused in response to Hermione's unvoiced thoughts. "But I listen to them. Wish Granted."

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I have NO idea where this is going. Well, maybe a little ;o) R&R please.

serendu