4

Harry pushed through the giant doors stepping out into the cold winter air. He sighed and saw his breath, a white mist that hovered for a second then completely vanished. Finding this entertaining he did this a few more times, thinking it more amusing each time he did, only to be stopped when something cold and wet hit him right between the eyes. A snowball. He brushed the snow off his face and looked wildly around for the person who had thrown it. There she stood only a few feet away with the biggest smile on her face, proud that she had caught the famous Harry Potter off guard and hit him with a simple snowball. Hermione winked at him and threw yet another snowball hitting him in the chest and leaving a white smear on his black robes. He smiled, this was war.

He bent down, scooped in the white powder into his hands and shaped it as fast as he could, but not fast enough because he could feel the soft icy ball hit him in the back of his head slowly melting and trickling down his neck. When Harry was once again standing he had found another patch of cold on his body, she had hit his knee, but the joke was on her because while she had hit him twice and laughed at his expense he had made many snowballs that now lay at his feet. He threw the first one at her in the stomach, the next on in the face, the back of the head, shoulder, leg, arm. Eventually all they could see were snowballs flying in every direction always hitting their targets. They both stood there soaked to the bone, freezing and exhausted. "Give up?" Harry said.

"No way! I won't let a boy beat me!"

"Fine."

He knew he couldn't beat her in a snowball fight, so he forgot about the snow and tackled Hermione. Her eyes were wide as the brunette's body collided with hers and sent them both to the ground. He put his hands on her shoulders forcing her to stay on the ground, she was pinned. She was angry but too tired to push Harry off of her and when he smiled, looking so pleased with himself that just made her angrier.

"What the hell was that about?"

"Do you give up now?"

"No!"

Suddenly a surge of energy shot through her and she pushed him off her and onto the snow. Harry now lay on his back to find the tables had turned; Hermione was straddling him and was holding snow in both hands threateningly. She leaned over to whisper into his ear and all he could see was the back of her head. He leaned close enough to smell her hair, he couldn't help himself. He breathed her scent in. She smelled of jasmine.

"No one tackles me."

She sat back up and winked at him. /I had no idea Hermione could be so hot./ Harry was brought back from the trance he seemed to be In when she took the snow that was in her hands rubbed it in his face till the it was as red as a cherry. He suddenly sat up causing her to fall off him sputtering and gulping air in.

"Ow!" Hermione managed to say through her fit of giggles. Harry narrowed his eyes and she knew what was going on got up and took off and he followed. He made a flying tackle and brought her down. She was laughing and out of breath.

"Harry what are you ..."

He leaned his head down and lightly kissed her on the lips.