Disclaimer: JF: I don'-

Harry: Thank God she doesn't own me.

Ginny: Or me, for that matter.

JF:HEY! This is my job! And for all you curious reviewers, look in the reviews. She's right in there with all of you.

Last time on Swim: Surprisingly, 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!"

Malfoy silently walked to the picnic table, sore from losing. But he didn't sit down without saying something. "I can't believe I was tricked by a Weasley of all people!"

JulyFlame popped her head out from under the table next to Malfoy, without decapitating her head from her neck somehow as she maneuvered it up. "Well, I can," she said, grinning.

"Has anyone ever told you that you are one of the most annoying people on earth?"

She thought for a moment. "Yep. Loads of times."

"I thought so." Now shut up!"

Well, anyways, back to the action.

"I can't believe Malfoy was tricked by Ron, of all people!" Ginny exclaimed.

Harry nodded in agreement. "You'd think he'd be smart enough to not fall for something like that."

"I can't believe Malfoy was tricked by Ron, of all people!" Hermione exclaimed.

"Hey!" Ron said, pouting.

Voldemort nodded in agreement. "You'd think the stupid brat would be smart enough to not fall for something like that."

JF cleared her throat. "GET ON WITH IT ALREADY!"

"Oh, shut up already, brat." Voldemort said, offhandedly.

Back to action, then.

Harry looked around the corner of the pool house, and saw Hermione, Ron, and (here he bit his lip, while privately thinking that the author was totally insane) Voldemort, refilling their water guns.

"Hurry!" Harry whispered urgently, to Ginny. "I bet that if we get there right before they finish loading the water guns we can dump then in the moment they're finished!"

Ginny nodded, and took the front as they quickly sprinted over, pumping the water guns just in case.

"These damn things fill up too slow," Voldemort muttered, as he moved the water gun around a bit underwater as to get the most water possible in the barrel. Ron was having the same problem.

Hermione, on the other hand, was the closest to finishing up filling her water gun. "I don't see why you both are complaining," she said, condescendingly, giving the SuperSoaker in her hands a critical look, as she made sure there was still empty places in hers. "Didn't you both get to soak Malfoy?"

"That was different, Hermione," Ron said, swirling his water gun around a bit.

"Oh, Ronniekins!" A girl's voice said, playfully, from behind the three. Ron didn't even have to turn around to know what was going on.

"Shit." Ron said. Both his best friend and his little sister had their water guns trained on them. Then, more softly, he mumbled, "Don't call me that, Gin."

Ginny's voice hardened. "Then turn around, Ronniekins." She said, meaner.

Harry could just see the snigger awaiting on the Dark Lord's face, as he heard Ron's nickname from the twins. "Stow it, Tommy-boy," Harry threatened, being as menacing as possible one could be with a water gun.

Hermione quickly turned around, her water gun capped, pumped, and gripped hard. She aimed straight at Harry's face and squeezed, letting a jet of water rush at the boy's face, at the same time a jet of water twice her own went into her face, causing her to step back and fall into the pool.

"YES!!!" Malfoy yelled, the moment Hermione fell in.

"I thought you didn't like Ginny or Harry?" JF said, looking at him curiously.

"I don't. Do I look like that idiot those stupid fan fiction authors paint me as?" He asked.

"Yes." JF said. Malfoy gave her a look of disgust. "Well, you do! It's just personality wise they're off. And also body wise," she said, giving Malfoy's chest and arms a relatively uninterested look. At this, Malfoy glared at the author, and finished that up with throwing a nearby stone at her head, which grazed her ear.

"Hey! Watch that! Are you trying to give me another scar? I already have enough bad luck with mobile objects and my body, thank you very much!" She said, rubbing the grazed ear.

"What the hell do you mean by that?" Malfoy asked, slightly curious.

"I have an affinity for getting injured by things that I started. This has been happening since I was two and got my head cut by a swing."

"And how old are you now?"

"Fourteen," she said, dignified.

"You're an idiot, then."

"What!?!"

Malfoy answered by throwing another rock, and afterwards, fists flew.

Malfoy: -has a black eye- When my father hears of this, you will wish you were dead, author, I swear it!

JF: -has some scratches on her cheek and a large bruise on her arm- Actually, that'll be you, when he finds out he got beat by someone about two years younger than him.

Voldemort: What the hell did you do to each other, exactly?

JF: He insulted my intelligence, so I beat the crap out of him. All he could do was bruise my arm and scratch.

Ron: Wimp.

Malfoy: What are you talking about? At least I didn't do something as stupid as filling up all at once.

JF: Someone's obviously forgot what happened last chapter.

Malfoy: Shut up, author.

JF:Nope.

-Malfoy throws another rock at JF's head. Another fight ensues.-

Ginny: -winces, as JF just kneed Malfoy- Oh, that must have hurt!

Ron: I'd say! You used to do it to me, Fred, and George all the time!

Ginny: Oh yeah. I forgot about that.

Voldmort: You're an evil little brat, aren't you? -is immediately kneed by Ginny-

Ginny: Shut the bloody hell up.

Harry: I'm definitely scared now. Well, anyways, hurry up with the reviews! I want to get away from this as soon as possible!

JF: - is finished with Malfoy- What? Don't like me?

Harry: No.