Hey! So sorry that its been awhile (has it?) since I updated. I went on vacation to San Fransisco. I won't bore you with all the details but in case you are like really really really bored give me your email address lol. Anyway the saga continues!

Disclaimer: you're not that stupid right?

"Hah! I got you Hermione!" yelled Ron as he threw a snowball square on Hermione's face.

"Urgh! Well take that!" she said. She threw an enormous snowball at got him.

"Hey Hermione think fast!" Harry said popping out of a tree and got her with a large snowball.

She fell to the ground.

Harry and Ron gave each other a worried look when she didn't get up. They rushed to her.

"Hermione! I'm sorry are you alright?" said Harry.

"Hermione? Hermione say something!" said Ron frantically.


He turned her over. It looked as if she was knocked unconscious. For a moment Ron honestly

thought his heart stopped beating when an amount of snow hit his face. Ron looked to Harry

and saw him with snow too. Hermione was on the ground laughing. She had spat snow on the

two of them.

"That is so gross!" Harry exclaimed brushing the slimey snow away from his face.

Hermione was still laughing hysterically.

"You...two...should...take a look...at yourselves." she said still laughing.

Ron breathed a sigh of relief glad that she was only joking.

"What's wrong, Ron?" asked Harry noticing the look on his face.

"Nothing. Its just...that...I can't believe I fell for that one! That's the oldest trick in the book!" he

said hastily. He didn't want Harry to think that he was for one moment afraid something awful

had happened to Hermione.

Harry raised his eyebrows and gave him a skeptic look.

"Well anyway I'm freezing. Let's get some hot chocolate shall we? I swear I won't spray it on

you." Hermione said with a smile.

"Sounds good to me." said Harry. The two of them looked at Ron who didn't reply and he gave

a quick nod.

"Alright lets go."

The trio headed for the castle when Ron noticed something.

"Hermione, I've just noticed. You're hair..."

"What about it?"

"Its...a little curly. I mean its more curlier then usual. Did you do something to it?"

Hermione stopped and so did Harry. He was interested to see her reply.

"Oh...well its just a little damp. When it gets wet it'll do that." She said hoping it sounded

convincing enough.

"But—''

"And," said Hermione interrupting Ron before he said something that contradicted her, "er...

mother wanted to give it a little curl."

Hermione thought this sounded convincing enough.

"Oh. Oh, I see. You visited your mum yesterday and she wanted you to go to those muggle

women who chop of your hair and put strange potions on it. No wonder we didn't see you

yesterday. You weren't here." Ron said in a musing voice.

Hermione was about to correct his definition of a hair stylist when she realized the last part of

what he said.

"Yes. That's exactly right, Ron. I wasn't here last night...or morning...or anywhere yesterday. I

was at home...visiting my parents. And that's why I woke up so late too. My parents had to go

to...Poland suddenly... and I took the knight bus and got here at...3 a.m. in the morning. But I

was not here yesterday."

Poland? Well it's a pretty good cover up anyway.

"Oh, I see." said Ron.

Harry rolled his eyes at the pair of them and the trio continued walking. A sudden thought came

to mind.

"Hermione are you ok? You look kind of chilly." Harry said in a would-be casual tone.

"Are you? Here have my cloak I don't need it." Ron said taking it off and draping it around

Hermione.

"Oh...er thank you." she said. Her cheeks turned a little pink but she gave Harry a questioning

look. He just turned away.

"Hermione are you sure that cloak of Ron's helped? You look like you're going to freeze to

death."

Ron looked at her.

"You do look a little pale. Harry, can't you give her a cloak or a sweater or something."

"I'm just wearing one sweater." Harry said still in a way too innocent voice.

"Well so am I. I could give you that too—''

"No!" Hermione said suddenly. "No its ok, Ron, I really am—"

"Hermione you could catch a pneumonia if you're not careful. Hey, I know a way we can get

her warm." Harry said as though a sudden thought came to mind.

AN: Hate to do this, but please not perverted thoughts or anything.

"How?" asked Ron.

"Yes. How?" Hermione asked suspiciously.

"Well if we put our arms around each other, walk closely together with Hermione in the middle,

our body heat will warm her up!" Harry said as though it were the best plan ever thought of.

"Fascinating theory." Hermione said sarcastically rolling her eyes. Ron however looked

delighted.

"That's brilliant Harry! Come on lets do it."

"What?" Hermione asked not quite sure that she heard correctly.

"Alright you stand there Hermione. Ok now me and Harry go on either side of you and we put

our arms around you and—"

"I'm really not that cold." she said her cheeks slightly more pink.

"Oh come on Hermione. We don't want you to catch pneumonia now do we? Ron put your

arm on her. And now me. And there we are. Lets go." Harry said. Hermione could have sworn

she saw him smile. She was glaring at him, now realizing his plan.

"Ron, Hermione's going to freeze move a little closer."

He moved; Hermione blushed.

"Come on get a little closer. She doesn't bite."

Hermione still continued to glare at Harry.

"Hey I have to tie my shoe. Hold on you two." he said.

They were almost at the Entrance Hall.

He took his arm off Hermione, moved just a little bit away from her and was pleased with the

result. Ron and Hermione were standing together with Ron's arm around her. Hermione realized

this and turned a furious shade of red.

You are so going to die Potter.

Ron's thoughts were different. With Hermione so close he had a strange feeling. He couldn't

describe it but it was strange...and oddly familiar....

"There we are. Alright we're almost there."

Hermione breathed a sigh of relief when Harry put his arm around her. It didn't feel so awkward

when it was the three of them.

They went to the Great Hall the moment they were inside the castle. They got three mugs of hot

chocolate (Ron made sure Hermione's was slightly warmer then his and Harry's) and drank it

contently.

"You know what I just realized," said Harry taking a sip. "Hermione could have conjured that

little blue fire thing to keep her, and us two warm. Why didn't you think of it?" he asked.

Hermione recognized the fakeness of the questioned and glared at Harry but not without

blushing.

"I guess I wasn't thinking straight at the time." she said with her teeth gritted.

Don't worry. There will be more...And don't worry he will find out. I promise.