Harry glared at the Weasley twins when he entered the great hall ten minutes later. They smirked the Malfoy smirk back at him. Draco, who was sitting next to Ginny nearby them saw the smirk and who it was aimed at.

"Where did you learn to smirk like that? That's the patented Malfoy smirk!"

"We learnt from the best." The twins raised their glasses to Draco.

Harry sat with Seamus and Dean as far from his close friends as he could. Dean exchanged a puzzled look with Seamus.

"What did you do?" he said accusingly.

"What makes you think I did anything wrong?"

"Hello? You're sitting apart from all your best friends. You messed up didn't you? I knew it. You always mess up."

"No I don't. Ok, so this time I messed up royally. But I don't always."

"Look did you settle Hermione as your date for tomorrow?"

"No!" Harry wailed. "She's going with George!"

"What? Are they going out?"

"I don't know. I don't think so."

"Harry looks super pissed this morning. Care to tell me what happened?" Draco asked Ron, but Hermione answered.

"Two things really. Well three. I caught Harry and Ron eavesdropping on Ginny and I in the bath last night. He found out about you and Ginny. And I asked George to go to the ball with me instead of him."

"And he woke me up at five in the morning to rant about it. He said some horrible things about you George. He's not going to forget this."

"So, are we gonna forgive him?" Fred looked at the group around him.

"No. Not yet. He's been a prig recently and he needs to be taught a lesson."

"Are you sure you weren't sorted into Slytherin?"

"Oh I can be a lot worse. Yesterday Ginny and I gave Harry an erection because he was eavesdropping on us in the bath."

"Didn't Ron also eavesdrop?"

"Yes, but we made him feel sick."

"You really do belong in Slytherin."

"Possibly. Girls, we should prepare early for the ball tonight. We want to be shimmering after all."

"Oh no, Miss Granger. You must come to me. I want to warm your voice up for the ball. And you can get ready with us." Professor Flitwick squeaked from behind them.

"Oh yes, I forgot I was singing. I had a few ideas, but I'm reconsidering them. I was going to sing a love song for Harry, but I think that would be inadvisable. Any ideas what I could sing as a replacement?"

Everyone thought for a moment, before the light bulb went on above Hermione's head.

"Wait! I've got it! Ladies, wanna give Godric's Girls an airing?"

"What's Godric's Girls?"

"Just a little something we've been doing in secret. What do you say girls?"

"Alright. If you think we're ready."

"Oh, we're ready. Ready, willing and able. Shall I go tell Flitwick the news? And then we can get stuck into that snowball fight."

Ten minutes later the snowball fight got underway. As usual it was girls vs. guys. And as usual the girls were winning by a long way. This was mainly due to the girls' star performers, Hermione and Ginny. Ginny, in particular, was feeling particularly vindictive towards male-kind. The boys were rapidly being forced back into their barracks and the girls were celebrating their sweeping victory, when a snowball hit Hermione on the side of the face. The boys hadn't thrown it; they were too busy cowering to fight back.

Steadily Hermione turned, the snowball dripping down into her shirt. Harry had thrown it. Oh he was so going to pay for that. There had been ice in that one… put there on purpose.

"Harold James Potter! How DARE you? This really takes the biscuit. After everything you've done to me this week!" Hermione's cheek was red and now a small trickle of blood was slowly creeping down where the ice had cut it. She put a hand up and wiped some of it away, looking at it her fist clenched until the knuckles were white.

Harry paled and ran for it. Voldemort had nothing on a severely pissed off Hermione Jane Granger.