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"Oh, I simply can't wait! We're going to have so much fun together! I just know it!" Ginny said happily. "Yeah." Harry said distractedly. He was wondering if Ron and Hermione were ok. "So, what do you want to do first?" Harry asked her. Ginny shrugged. "Maybe we should start in the Three Broomsticks, and go from there." He nodded. "That sounds good." He shifted and looped her arm through his. She beamed up at him, her red hair framed by the falling snow. She had dressed up in her best. She wore some light tights and a long brown skirt paired with a light blue shirt. A light coat of lip gloss graced her lips, and a butterfly barrette held her hair from her face. She really was a nice girl, he thought. But he wasn't sure if she was 'the one'.

He held the door open for her and chose a secluded table near the back, where he helped her into the booth and tried his best to push Hermione and how Ron would help her if she went bloodthirsty. 'They'll be fine.' He told himself. 'Ron has experience with vampires. Hermione'll be o.k..

Madame Rosemerta swept by in her large, ruby-red shoes. "What'll you two like tonight?" She asked cheerily.

Ginny smiled back just as gaily. "I'd like a butterbeer, please. It's awfully chilly outside." She turned to Harry. "What'll you like Harry?" Startled, Harry looked up and said "Huh?" Seeing Madame Rosmerta standing there he said "I'll have a butterbeer please." Romerta nodded and walked off, heels clicking. Ginny immediately started talking about a girl who was in her dorm who was working on a way to make muggle devices co-exist with magic. Harry nodded every once in a while, but his mind was elsewhere. Was Hermione ok? Were kids bullying her? If they bullied her so help him, he would-

SNAP!

He jumped back at the sudden noise and found Ginny looking at him, her fingers outstretched. She was frowning. "I'm sorry Ginny, lost in thought."

She nodded understandably. "It happens to the best of us. Tell me, what were you thinking about?" She picked up her butterbeer, which had come while he was lost in thought, and swirled it in a small circle before taking a small sip. When she set it down, the light brown liquid spun around, and around, and finally settled. "I was thinking about..." He hesitated. Your not really supposed to think about girls when you're with a girl. He smiled and said "Oh a girl I know." Her complexion brightened noticeably. She obviously thought he was talking about her. "Oh." she said lightly. He picked up his butterbeer and took a sip before saying "But enough about that. Let's talk about you."

Hermione was also having an enjoyable time. Ron had bought her some Honeydukes Chocolate, even though he didn't have much. They had both agreed that this wasn't a date, so Hermione felt justified saying she would buy him something from Zonko's. Ron had begrudgingly agreed, though he reminded her she didn't have to. Harry was in the Three Broomsticks with Ginny, so they steered clear of there. They wouldn't want to interrupt their date. So far, they had visited the Shrieking Shack, Zonko's, and Honeydukes. Always nice. When she mentioned the idea of flying to Ron, he told her that Fred and George had been trying since they were six. Some vampires could turn themselves into bats, but Dracula was the only vampire to ever been able to fly in human form. "It's very complicated." He said. "It's a common known fact that vampires are very light. Some never get past 30 pounds. Fred and George are 22.4 each."

He thought for a moment. "There was this one time, dad brought home a muggle trampoline, and we were bouncing on it, Fred and George went way, way up, and they kinda floated for a second before they came back down." Hermione nodded. "I'll ask them if we can work together to discover the secret to flight." Ron nodded. They walked back up to Hogwarts early so Hermione could speak with them. The snow was piling up, and halfway up the trail, Ron picked up a snowball and chucked it at Hermione, who (due to inhuman senses), dodged. It missed her by a foot and hit an unlucky passerby up ahead... who turned around and chucked one right back at Ron. It hit him in the face, and then the four third years who had been with the kids started chucking snowballs at Ron until one went rogue and turned on his friends. Then it became an all-out snowball fight. Kids coming up the mountain got caught in it, and most joined it. In fact, it was this scene that Harry and Ginny found when they came up the hill:

Kids had used magic to build forts and dig trenches, which they hid behind and in. Fred and George had come down at some point and bewitched small snowman to make charmed snowballs that the kids used. It had quickly become a warzone. Being hit was suddenly dangerous, as you could get any combination of the following, numbness, black eyes, temporary blindness, warts, pimples, various shades of skin, lots of nose hair, feathers, or even a spell that caused them to appear unprotected in the middle of the field. Kids were sporting brusies, warts, blue nose hair, pink skin, and red ears due to the cold. Some kid's hats were vanished or banished, and there wasn't time to cast the counter curse. The only person unaffected was Hermione, who dipped, and ducked, and twisted through the barrage of snowballs. she didn't appear to have a side, but danced around the edges of the battlefield and through 'no man's land'. The other students had long since stopped trying to hit her, but Malfoy seemed intent on causing her harm. The twins had began targeting him specifically because he was biased against vampires and not paying attention. Malfoy's hair changed color every six seconds, his face was unrecogzinable due to the numerous warts, pimples, and moles on his face. He was sporting a mustache and his lips had been blown up to look like sausages. Hermione had charmed a snowball in midflight so that when it hit him, his teeth began to grow at 'an alarmingly fast rate'.

Harry watched Hermione as she spun and ducked and twirled. "Wow," Ginny said awestruck. "She's like an acrobat." Harry could only nod before a snowball struck both him and Ginny. He felt a mustache form under his nose and as Ginny brushed snowball off her face, her hair turned blonde. He looked over in the direction they had come and saw Ron and Neville grinning at him. "Oh it's on!" Harry yelled as he dashed toward a set of barracks. An extra snowman came over to provide him, Ginny, two Slythrins, and a Hufflepuff with snowballs. He at first concentrated on hitting Ron and Nevile, and after that was accomplished, tried and failed to get Hermione. He did notice (with satisfaction) that he hit some of the kids who were picking on Hermione in the library.

A small pink figure came hurrying down from the castle, and had the students actually been paying attention, thy would have seen Umbridge pull out her wand and try to stop the fighting. But as the snowballs bounced off her shields, the fight turned a different direction. All the students started aiming for Umbridge. She was so caked with snow that no one saw the effects for a bit, and that was around the time that Fred and George came up with the idea of replacing the charmed snowballs with blocks of ice. She was black and blue before she managed to open her mouth enough to yell "Stop!"

And at that second, Fred threw an ice ball. It flew, arched, and hit her straight in the mouth. Her face morphed into the face of a giant toad, and Colin Creevey lifted his camera up.

The snowball fight and how it had ended were the topic of conversation in the halls for many weeks to come. No one seemed to know who had thrown the last snowball. Some speculated Harry, Hermione, and Ron. A couple Slythrins were considered, until word spread from someone that Fred had been harboring a block of ice during the fight. Harry suspected that the rumor was started by Fred himself. Professor Umbridge had banned snowball fights the second her voice changed back from croaking to talking. Every once in a while she would let out a low croak, which would cause everyone around to snort and think of the picture everyone carried around of Umbridge with her toad head. Colin had been sold out during the first hour of selling them and had had to develop more.

Harry and Ginny decided their date ended on good terms, and while Ginny hoped for more in the future, Harry knew he probably wouldn't take her out again. Sitting in the Three Broomsticks, he realized that she looked too similar to his mom for him to want to marry. He didn't feel like he could be completely open with her, and when she had switched sides to come and lean on him, he became painfully aware of the fact that their body shapes were so different that it hurt when she lay by or on him. Her ribs and hips would jut out into his body, no matter how hard she tried to stop it. She didn't like to talk about the things he liked to talk about. She was perfect from a distance, he realized.

And that was okay.

When Colin had sold 300 copies of his photo, the Gryffindors had a celebratory party. All the houses were invited, and Fred and George snuck down into the kitchens for four times the usual amount of food. The Gryffindor common room was packed, and Harry had a hard time finding Ron. When he finally did spot the red head, he had to squeeze through a group of first year Gryffindors and Ravenclaws. He spotted Malfoy's black hair. When the snowball fight had ended, that was the color Malfoy had ended up with. Madame Pomfrey had of course fixed everyone right up, but someone had decided that Malfoy looked good with black hair. He got to Ron and yelled to be heard over the thousands of screaming Hogwarts students. "What do you think!?"

"Pretty cool mate!"

"Have you seen Hermione?!"

"I Think she walked out a bit ago!"

"Thanks!"

He turned and walked over toward the constantly open portrait hole. He squeezed past two Slythrins in Fred and George's age group and slipped out. The sound difference in those three steps was extraordinary. What had been deafening yells and screams was now merely echoes bouncing off the stone corridors. He tried to think, if he were Hermione where would he go? The library, except the library was closed. He sighed and thought he would feel better under the stars. He headed off in the direction of the astronomy tower, the party music getting quieter and quieter behind him. Making sure that there weren't any teachers lurking about, he headed up. When he saw the first star he immediately realized he wasn't alone. There was another figure. A girl. She had long hair that fell around her shoulders in soft curls. Hermione. He stepped forward and looked over the edge with her. "Beautiful night, isn't it?" she nodded.

Crickets chirped. The wind blew through the tower's loose stones. Hermione tucked a few strands of her hair behind her ear and said "I never did ask how it went with Ginny."

Harry frowned. "We're not right for each other. I know she thinks we could make it work, but I don't think I could live with a carbon copy of my mom."

Hermione looked up. "What's wrong with her?"

"Oh, nothing's wrong with her, just that we're not right. When she leans against me her hips hurt me."

Hermione let out a dry laugh as the wind tossed her hair around her shoulders. Her eyes caught the moonlight and seemed to hold it there for a couple seconds. He decided to take a chance. "I've been thinking a lot lately, about what I want in that girl when she comes into my life."

"and what is that?"

"Well, I'd like a girl with a good head on her shoulders. She'd have to know how to deal with publicity, as it sure to come. And I'd like it if our bodies could fit together without hurting each other. In fact, I've been thinking that... I'd like someone like you."

She looked over at him suddenly. "Someone like me?"

He nodded. "Your smart, funny, beautiful-" He reached out and tangled his fingers in her hair. she reached up and held his hand to her face. "Your light too." He lifted her in the air and spun her in a circle effortlessly. "In fact, everything about you is perfect. I thought you were awesome before, but now I'm realizing that I have a thing for hot, smart, and sexy vampires."

"Really?"

He nodded into her hair. "I love you, Hermione. I want to be your left hand man. Please, give me a chance." She looked up into his eyes and nodded. He swept her off her feet and kissed her passionately. He used his tongue to brush against her lips, and she opened them. He explored, memorizing every part of her as he went. All of her curves fit in perfectly with his toned body. He ran his tongue along her fangs, and they elongated, just a bit. His hands found the perfect place in her hair, and he kissed her for all she was worth.

Lady, running down to the riptide, I want to be your left hand man.