"So if we get the big jobs
And we make the big money
When we look back now
Will our jokes still be funny?
Will we still remember everything we learned in school?
Still be trying to break every single rule"
Sung by Vitamin C: 'Graduation' (Friends Forever)
~*~
Hermione rolled her butterscotch coloured eyes in utter contempt.
"Boys," she said her voice steady, "this is so stupid. Spare me, please."
Her "friend" Ronald Weasley, red-haired and with a temper that no one ever 'wants' to see stared at his friend straight in the eyes, "Listen. It's just spit, you'll live."
Harry's black hair whipped around in the wind (they were outside the grounds of Hogwarts, right near Hagrid's hut) and his emerald eyes appraised the two, "Yeah, come on."
"Fine," she muttered absent-mindedly, "just this once. And believe me, I do not, will not, ever again swap spit with any of you ever again."
"Got ya," Ron replied exchanging a disgusted look with Harry.
The three brought their right hands out from behind their backs, brought them up to their mouths, and spit, hard into their palms.
"Ready," Ron grinned.
"Ready," the other two said, Hermione looking as though she had just eaten a bogey-flavoured bean.
All three put their spit-laden hands out and slurred the spit all around the others hands.
"Friends forever?" Harry asked looking nostalgically at the spit on his hand.
"Friends forever," she grinned.
"Friends forever," the tall redhead spoke up.
The three seven-teen year olds walked back into the castle the wind billowing behind them. It would be a hard journey out in the real world, but they'd make it. As long as they had each other.
~*~
Fin
And we make the big money
When we look back now
Will our jokes still be funny?
Will we still remember everything we learned in school?
Still be trying to break every single rule"
Sung by Vitamin C: 'Graduation' (Friends Forever)
~*~
Hermione rolled her butterscotch coloured eyes in utter contempt.
"Boys," she said her voice steady, "this is so stupid. Spare me, please."
Her "friend" Ronald Weasley, red-haired and with a temper that no one ever 'wants' to see stared at his friend straight in the eyes, "Listen. It's just spit, you'll live."
Harry's black hair whipped around in the wind (they were outside the grounds of Hogwarts, right near Hagrid's hut) and his emerald eyes appraised the two, "Yeah, come on."
"Fine," she muttered absent-mindedly, "just this once. And believe me, I do not, will not, ever again swap spit with any of you ever again."
"Got ya," Ron replied exchanging a disgusted look with Harry.
The three brought their right hands out from behind their backs, brought them up to their mouths, and spit, hard into their palms.
"Ready," Ron grinned.
"Ready," the other two said, Hermione looking as though she had just eaten a bogey-flavoured bean.
All three put their spit-laden hands out and slurred the spit all around the others hands.
"Friends forever?" Harry asked looking nostalgically at the spit on his hand.
"Friends forever," she grinned.
"Friends forever," the tall redhead spoke up.
The three seven-teen year olds walked back into the castle the wind billowing behind them. It would be a hard journey out in the real world, but they'd make it. As long as they had each other.
~*~
Fin