Murron & eretria
Rating: PG - 13
Category: Angst/friendship/ little tingles
Characters: Hermione, Ron, Harry (with special malicious appearance
by Draco & friends :o))
Timeframe: Hogwart’s School of Witchcraft & Wizardry,
Disclaimer: The characters and settings in this story belong
solely to J.K. Rowling. We only borrow what has become most
dear to us. This story was written for entertainment purposes
only. No money is gained and no copyright infringement is intended.
Summary: Just after New Year, the world seems to be all right
for the trio in a snow-covered Hogwarts. But is it really? Or
is there more to it? Mischief is a pleasing thing after all
... (NO Voldemort included)
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A/N: Loads of thanks go to our creative back-up team: Baylor,
s1ncer1ty & valonia. Thank you, dearies, for tireless
beta-ing, supporting, encouraging and simply being there. You’ve
truly been the guarding muses behind our quill.
Murron also wants to say thank you
for a partnership that never runs out of inspiration and ever
pushes story-creating to higher levels.
Eretria says thank you to Murron for
being the guardian of her sanity during her bar exam. No me
The wild winds weep,
And the night is a-cold;
Come hither, sleep,
And my grieves enfold!
Snow had fallen all New Year’s night long, and covered
Hogsmeade with a soft, white blanket that hushed the students’
steps. The air was clear and crisp, and an almost impossibly
blue sky spanned over their heads.
Ron, Harry and Hermione hurried through the streets of Hogsmeade,
coming from Honeydukes, their bags and pockets filled to the
brink with more sweets than they could possibly eat in half
a year. It didn’t matter, though, just picking them had
been fun enough.
„I still don’t trust the stuff Fred and George gave
me for Christmas,” Ron said, his voice muffled by the
scarf he had pulled almost up to his nose. „It looks delicious,
but . . .”
„Having lived under one roof with them for only four years
now, I would give you the advice not to eat it,” Harry
chimed in, remembering with a shudder the last time he had accepted
something from Fred and George. It had not exactly been pleasant.
„Imagine how it is living with them all your life!”
Harry could see Ron’s eyebrows knit under the hem of his
cap, and knew with a certainty that Ron was thinking along a
very similar line as he was.
„I wonder what my parents would say if they saw us carrying
all that.” Hermione grinned. Her nose was bright red and
her eyes glittered mischievously. She patted the bag with chocolates
lovingly and added: „Sometimes, being away from home has
quite a lot of merits.”
Ron stopped dead in his tracks and made a low, wheezing noise.
Both Harry and Hermione turned immediately, casting worried
glances at their companion.
„You all right, Ron?”
„She . . .” He pointed at Hermione with a gloved
hand. „She said it!” He drew a deep, overly dramatic
breath. „You heard that, too, Harry, didn’t you?”
Oh. So this was where this was going. Harry folded his arms
in front of him and stepped back, getting out of the line of
fire before he nodded, hiding a wide smile in his yellow and
„Heard what?” Hermione asked, looking from Harry
to Ron, bewildered. „What did I say?”
Ron pushed the scarf away from his mouth, showing that an overly
large grin was plastered on his face. „Perfect Miss Granger
has just admitted that there are rules meant to be broken? Be
still, my heart! Harry, remind me to mark this day in my calendar.
With bright, red --”
Ron never finished the sentence. Before Harry could do so much
as blink, Hermione had dropped the bag, had taken off her gloves
and had formed the biggest snowball Harry had ever seen. A snowball
that landed directly in the middle of Ronald Weasley’s
„Oi!” he sputtered around a mouthful of snow. „You
. . . Hermione!”
It didn’t happen all too often that Ron was caught off
his guard. Harry had learned early that in the Weasley family,
you had better be careful, unless you wanted a well-meant, but
completely unpleasant, surprise. At Hogwarts, Ron had always
considered himself relatively safe, Harry knew. And both Fred
and George were in the pub, enjoying their butterbeer with the
rest of the students who hadn’t gone home for Christmas,
so there shouldn’t have been anything to worry about.
Good to know you were never safe, anywhere. Harry cringed at
his train of thought and tried his best to concentrate on what
was going on in front of him, forgetting the implications this
„Be still, my heart?” Hermione echoed sweetly. It
was the kind of voice that made Harry’s hair stand on
edge, and he was glad it wasn’t directed at him. „Looks
more like ‘Be still, my mouth’ to me.” Hermione
had stepped on the mock war-path. He could see the glint in
Ron still goggled at her, trying to understand what had just
happened. She had hit him with a snowball. Right in the middle
of his face?! And she was insulting him?
Things clicked visibly into place. Ron dropped his bag as well
and narrowed his eyes. „Are you sure this is what you
‘Uh-oh,’ Harry thought. If Hermione had
any sense at all, she’d run now.
If it was possible, Hermione’s eyes twinkled even more.
„Try your worst,” she challenged.
Harry shot a glance that was half amusement and half anxiety
in Ron’s direction.
Ron didn’t need telling twice.
Within seconds, the air was filled with flying snowballs, and
Harry had a hard time dodging some of the poorly aimed ones.
The score Hermione had wasn’t too bad, he noticed. Even
though Ron had taken up Quidditch practice for Gryffindor this
year and far surpassed her throwing skills, she made it up by
being smaller and more agile than his larger body.
„Come on, Hermione! Show him!”
Another snowball hit Ron, knocking the cap from his head. Clear
laughter drifted over the snowy hills around Hogsmeade. It was
a strange contrast to the gleaming white snow, this mop of fiery
red hair. Before Harry could give Hermione an enthusiastic thumbs-up
for the hit, something white and cold came flying in his direction,
hitting him in the stomach.
„Where are your loyalties, Harry?!” Ron
called over to him, scowling fiercely.
„What loyalties?” Harry replied. „You’re
both my best friends, so how can I . . .”
A thought formed in his mind. He quickly pulled off his gloves
Was hit by twin snowballs, before he could even do so much as
arm himself against the onslaught of flying white spheres. „At
Harry Potter’s world drowned in snow.
By the time they had finally agreed on a truce,
each one of them had gotten their turn at being the victim.
First, it had been Harry attacked by both Ron and Hermione.
Then Ron was on the receiving end. But Hermione certainly got
the raw deal out of it. She lost her cap and her scarf in the
tumble, snow was pushed into her cloak, and both boys had taken
great delight in washing her face thoroughly with snow. As she
struggled to break free, they held tight to her squirming body
and lifted her effortlessly and dipped her face-forward into
the snow. Harry was still surprised that her squeals and protesting
screams hadn’t woken every dead wizard in the perimeter
of a hundred miles.
She gave up then, her hair hanging wet around her face, her
nose even redder then before, her cheeks flushed with a mixture
of indignation and excitement.
„Th-that was not f-fair, you t-two,” she protested,
her teeth chattering rhythmically.
Harry and Ron beamed at her. „No, it wasn’t. But
you started it, remember?” the dark-haired boy quipped.
Hermione shot Ron a look which lost a lot of its impact when
she sneezed loudly.
She searched her pockets for a handkerchief, then sighed. „Just
my luck. Wet as a cat and not even a handkerchief with me.”
Harry searched the pocket of his robes and came up with a fresh
one. „Thank you.” Hermione sneezed.
Both boys exchanged a quick, knowing look. „I reckon you
should get back to the tower, Hermione, or you’ll catch
cold,” Ron said carefully.
„Oh, really?” She let out a sarcastic snort. „Who
Harry grinned while Ron harrumphed indignantly. „Just
trying to be helpful.”
„Ron’s right, though,” Harry joined in. „I
don’t think Madam Pomfrey would like another student with
a flu in the infirmary, especially since she’d have to
leave the birthday party for it.”
„What about you?” Hermione said, pointing towards
red and black hair that was just as wet as hers.
„We’ll be fine, don’t worry.”
„Oh, so you two won’t catch cold?”
„No,” both Harry and Ron said in perfect synchronisation.
„Besides,” Ron continued, „we really have
to see what Fred and George are up to down at the Three Broomsticks.
Wouldn’t want people to get hurt.”
Hermione raised both eyebrows, and again the attempt of looking
disapproving was ruined by a sneeze.
„We’ll walk you to Honeydukes, prepare a diversion
and you can take the shortcut back to Hogwarts,” Harry
„How awfully kind of you,” she said loftily.
Harry and Ron graced her with their most winning smiles.
When the diversion was prepared and Hermione
had almost disappeared in the tunnel, she called out to them
one last time: „Don’t you have too much fun without
„Would we ever?”
They didn’t even get an answer. The only thing that reached
their ears was a tremendous sneeze, which somehow managed to
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