Snape flipped a page of his book, eyes fixed upon the words that he was reading. He had reached a most intriguing story, of the first wizard who had created wolfsbane. This potion was one that he himself had worked extensively on, although a bit grudgingly since it had been for Lupin. He flipped to the next page, and had just began to read when-
KER-SPLASH.
"Potter!"
A head of messy black hair appeared on the surface of the water, following by bright green eyes and a wide grin
"Merlin, it's cold. Brr."
"What was that Potter?"
"What was what?"
"That...childish form of entering the water."
"It's called a cannonball. Usually you yell it when you jump in, but I didn't want to distract you."
Snape made a choking noise in the back of his throat, too outraged to speak for a moment. "Distract me? What do you call this?" He held up his book angrily, which was now a sopping wet mess.
Harry had the decency to look sheepish, swimming away some in order to distance himself from Snape's wrath.
"Er...whoops?"
"Whoops? As eloquent as ever, I see."
"Aren't you the one always reminding me I'm a wizard? Can't you just dry it with your wand?"
Snape glowered, waving his wand and the book appeared to be as good as new."Of course. That isn't the point. Do you never think before you do things?" Harry bit his lip, looking down, and Snape was shocked to see tears swimming in his eyes. "What I meant...Potter, so help me if you start crying. I simply was engrossed in my book. It was a shock that's all...Harry?" He stepped closer to try and see Harry's face, and it was then that the younger man looked up, the tears gone, a mischievous look in his eyes.
"Accio Snape."
With an undignified noise of surprise, Snape was yanked into the pool, falling right in front of Harry, splashing water everywhere. He emerged coughing, his eyes narrowed.
"What was that about?" he demanded.
Harry grinned cheekily, pulling a piece of seaweed off of the other man's head. "I thought before I did that. Couldn't think of another way to get you to swim with me."
"The civilized method is to ask."
"Pssh, you would have said no."
"That is entirely beside the point. Now, I am going inside to dry off and actually have some quiet to finish my book. Don't come crying to me if you get pneumonia."
Snape pulled himself out of the pond, grumbling to himself at the way his robes squished and flopped around from all the water. Harry watched him go, unhappily. His face scrunched up, actually feeling rather hurt that Snape had just left him. Then after watching Snape enter the house and close the door, his face brightened again. Stay dry, huh? Not if Harry had anything to do with it. He whispered some words under his breath, flicking his wand. Several seconds later there was a roar from the house.
"Potter! Why is the ceiling raining?"