Hey! Mare here! This is just a cute and pretty short fic-lit in the
POV of Hermione Granger... This is my first HP (and only second)
narrative writing I've put up, so I hope you enjoy! If you have any
suggestions on how I can improve on my writing, I'd gladly welcome
them, but pure flames will be used to heat my house. I'm pretty cold
now.. There's also a little hint of a Hermione/Ron attraction, but
nothing too serious. Thanks, and please review! ^_^


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Revenge and Friends
By Mare

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"Whatcha doing?" Ron asked me, looking down at me with laughing blue
eyes, his red locks dripping with melted snow from the large snow
fight he had just taken a break from that was still waging in the
background. Harry was currently pelting Fred with large amounts of
snow, while Ginny and George were sneaking up behind Harry, ready
with numerous white balls of crystallized water.

Turning my gaze fully to him, I couldn't help but contain a small
smile from spreading over my features. The cold had brought out such
a cute blush from his freckled cheeks, setting off his deep blue eyes
perfectly. "Uh, reading..." I answered awkwardly.

"Whatcha reading?"

I knew this question was coming.

Sitting upon the cold stone bench, I pretended to ponder for a moment,
and then smiled and said, "It's probably nothing you would be
interested in... It's an in depth study of the magical properties of
certain precious stones..."

Grinning broadly, Ron chirped, "Only you would be reading something
like that three days from Christmas, Herm! You should take a rest;
have some fun..." then sat down beside me, an evil glint in his eyes.
"Cool off, perhaps?"

Closing my large textbook, I placing it within my school bag (that I
carried everywhere, in case you haven't noticed yet), then turned
back to the grinning, slightly mischievous looking Ronald Weasley.
Raising an eyebrow, I asked, "Okay. What are you planning now?"

I suddenly felt something cold and wet contact with the back of my
head.

With a startled, slightly peeved gasp, I jumped to my feet and whirled
about, only to be greeted with four, wet, slushy snowballs from the
Weasley twins, Ginny and Harry Potter, the boy who lived...

Oh, they were in for it now. As was Ron (just for not warning me)...

Wiping the slush from my forehead, a dark grin spread over my face.

Oh yes... This would be good.

Whipping my wand from an inner pocket of my winter cloak, I muttered
two words, and a great deal of snow fell off of one of Hogwarts roofs...
right onto the four in front and one behind. From the look of shock radiating
from the four in front (and the "OMG! THAT'S COLD!!" from behind), I
knew that I was in deep trouble. Deep, DEEP trouble.

Giggling like mad, I tore off in the direction of the Quidditch field,
five laughing, severely wet friends chasing me behind, armed with
balls of snow.

Ah, yes... Revenge is sweet.

But friends are so much sweeter.

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Well, how was it? I know it's short, but that's all that I think it
needed. Again, if there is anything you can tell me to improve on, I
will always take suggestions! If you want to e-mail me, then my e-mail
is teardrop_mare@hotmail.com. Thanks for readin! Bai bai!

~Mare~