Hi guys! I'm not gone but as always life gets in the way. I lost my pup at the beginning of summer and just haven't felt the desire to write. On top of that, we've started a new software at work that's just like starting a new job, wild. I'm easing myself back into writing and I haven't abandoned Rituals and Artifacts - it will be getting a review and a work through. But here's a little one that just popped in to keep the creative juices flowing.

Bite Me

"If I bite you, do you think I'd be sectioned?"

"What?" Harry laughed out loud.

Hemione had actually joined him and Ron in abandoning their marathon OWL study session (everyone else had slinked off to bed hours before) and she was now upside down on the couch, her head dangling by their legs and staring at Harry's calf with a peculiar expression on her face.

"Are you seriously threatening to bite me?" she tilted her head slightly and the ponytail she had her bushy brown hair held back in flopped into her face.

"Maybe."

"What?! Why me? Why not Ron?"

Their brilliant, bushy haired companion turned her head to the other side to look at Ron's leg. She poked him a few times before turning back to Harry and doing the same.

"Hmm, you're right. He is more tender than you."

Ron smirked. "Ha! See, I'm MORE tender."

Hermione grinned and bared her teeth.

"Dammit woman, don't actually bite me! Mental you are."

Hermione shook her head and allowed Harry to lift her back up right ways. She swayed a bit as the blood rushed down from her head and she leaned heavily on the raven haired teen.

"I think I've gone mental. I don't think I can cram anymore information into my brain. I would welcome a distraction from the twins right now!"

"You wanting a prank from the twins? No wonder you want to be sectioned! You want a holiday."

"Uh, guys, what's a section?"

Hermione closed her eyes. "It's a 72 hour hold in hospital for people who are 'mental' as you would put it, Ron. 72 hours away from everyone. 72 hours of peace and quiet."

Harry chuckled. "You wouldn't know what to do with yourself if you had 72 hours of peace and quiet. We've ruined you."

Closing her eyes, Hermione smiled. "That you have. That you have."