Disclaimer: After all this is over, you'll be happy I don't own Harry Potter and Co. Cause if I did, books 6 and 7 would never come out, cause the way this is looking, (and also thanks to all you reviewers, could you hopefully review my other stuff? This one fic has more than all the rest together), I'll probably get to see April of next year, thanks!

Last time on Swim: Ginny pulled out the last one quickly, as only Voldemort and Harry were left. "Harry," she said, reading the paper, letting out a large breath, as Ron looked on in horror.

"Someone up there hates me, don't they, 'Mione?"

Everyone had sided up. Malfoy, Ginny, and Harry. Voldemort, Hermione, and Ron. Ron, being the paranoid anti-Slytherin hater he was, kept eyeing both Voldemort and Malfoy. Malfoy, cause he was uncomfortably close to Ginny for Ron's tastes, and Voldemort, well, wouldn't you too eye a Dark Lord nervously when they are within 5 feet of you and the only thing separating you from him was a muggleborn girl with whom you are very good friends with? I thought so. Well...

"LET THE GAME BEGIN!!" The author yelled, loud enough to rival a sonorus charm. She quickly brought up her trash can shield and retreated to behind a nearby picnic table, somehow running backwards.

Both sides quickly backed off before anyone could get squirted, Hermione's team towards the shade trees, and Ginny's to the side of the pool house, where the gate was to their backs.

"Harry, what do you think we should do?" Ginny said, intentionally ignoring Malfoy.

"Er-um- "

"You're going to ask Potter what to do? " Malfoy interrupted.

"Yes," Ginny scowled. "Do you have a problem with it?"

"Of course I do! Potter, do you have any experience planning strategies?" Malfoy said, whipping his head around to face Harry.

"Um- No."

"See? I should plan what to do!"

"And you have the experience Harry doesn't?"

"My father had the best tutors for be for before I went to Hogwarts, Weasley. I studied the battles of the Pre-Camelot Age, I was taught Wizarding Chess by the best player for a decade."

Ginny snorted. "Well, Ron was taught by Bill and Charlie. He beat Dad when he was six!"

Harry's face darkened. "Ron. He's got to be the best strategist here!"

Malfoy's face fell. "We're doomed."

"Why?" Ginny queried.

"They have the Dark Lord. They have that damned Weasley("HEY!"). They also have Granger." He said, scowling. "We have bloody-has-to-depend-on-his-friends-to-get-anything-done Potter. We have bloody-younger-and-damn-scary when-pissed-off Weasley. We have me." He said that last part proudly, even as he earned glares and the Thou-Shall-Not-Piss-Me-Off evil eye(from Ginny, if you're wondering).

Hm. Looks like time to check up on Hermione, Ron, and Voldemort, don't you think?

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"Speed." Hermione said, looking at Voldemort.

"Don't you think we should check on what they are doing?" Voldemort said, boredly.

Ron looked at the corner that Harry, Ginny, and Malfoy were around. "They're probably still planning. What do you think?"

"Probably. Let's wait another 4 minutes."

"Speed," Voldemort called out.

"Darn, I nearly had you!"

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The author looked at both teams and sighed, as her picnic table was at a nicely position that let her see what both were doing. "You're supposed to be playing the game! Not screwing around with yourselves!"

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"Er- Right."

"Well, I guess we should get a move on!"

Suprisingly, Ron ran right in their sights, without his Super Soaker. "Hey, Mal-Ferret!" He yelled, jeering. "Your mum must have a skunk under her nose to look like that all the time! Or is it just your dad? After all, I do remember it getting really bad smelling when you and your dad entered Flourish and Blotts in second year!" Ron dodged the first pump of water that had came from Malfoy's Super Soaker and went out of distance. "Oi, Malfoy, come on and get me! Or are you too lazy, you pureblood git!"He said all of this quickly, not giving Ginny or Harry time to react or stop what happened next.

"COME BACK HERE, WEASEL!" Malfoy roared, giving into the chase, as he kept pumping the Super Soaker, missing each time. It emptied before he fell into the trap. Ron stopped the moment he realized it was empty. "Malfoy, you might want to look behind you," Ron said, giving a look worthy of Slytherin himself.

Malfoy looked, Behind him was Lord Voldemort and Hermione, pumping their Super Soakers, Voldemort tossed Ron's toward him. Ron caught it and started pumping also. Malfoy didn't had a snowball's chance in hell.

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Malfoy: I cannot believe I fell into that!

JF:Believe it, or I'll show the footage.

Harry: You recorded that?!

JF: Well, of course I did!

Voldemort: Give me it. Perhaps it will make Lucius quit boasting about the damn boy.

Ron: Oi! Malfoy! Watch out!

Malfoy: Huh- WHAT THE HELL!

fallen angel wiv horns appears and kisses Malfoy on the lips. She backflips with glee.

fallen angel wiv horns: WHOO!!!!! YES!!!! YES!!!! YES!!! YES!!!!

fallen angel wiv horns disappears

Harry: What on earth was that about?!?

Ron: Who the hell would want to kiss Malfoy!?!

JF: Her, I guess. Personally I like Seamus.

Everyone backs away from her once again

Malfoy: I am scarred for life. No amount of money on earth will be able to pay for the therapy needed for that.