Anything's Possible by harryhermioneluver101

Rating: G
Genres: Romance
Relationships: Harry & Hermione
Book: Harry & Hermione, Books 1 - 5
Published: 23/01/2005
Last Updated: 23/01/2005
Status: Completed

What will happen when Fred and George engage Harry and Hermione in a snowball fight? Read to
find out!




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A/N: This has been in my computer for some time now, probably since about mid-December. I
finally got around to editing it and decided I might as well post it. Finally I’ve written
something where no one is dead or dying and no one’s left! It’s not pure fluff, but compared to my
other stories it’s pretty close. Enjoy, and if you’ve got a minute reviews are always
appreciated!

P.S.- Yes, I am aware that Fred and George aren't at Hogwarts anymore, but you'll just
have to ignore the fact that they're there because the opportunity to use them seemed to good
to pass by.

Disclaimer: JKR and Scholastic own everything, sadly.

Anything’s Possible

'Wow, before we know it Hagrid's hut will be entirely covered in snow!' thought
Hermione Granger, looking out the frosted window from her seat at the hearth, watching the fire
cackling merrily. It was the ideal spot to do work because she was concealed by two large arm
chairs, so as not to be bothered. But she hadn’t been doing much work. She had been thinking about
the increased tension and consequential distance between herself and her best friend, Harry Potter,
which seemed to be entirely induced by him. She hadn’t the slightest idea of the cause of it.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the very audible approach of the Weasleys. "Harry, you
have to come with us!" Ron shouted, running down the stairs to the boys' dormitories, Fred
and George in tow. Lagging behind them was a very annoyed looking Harry.

"Yeah mate, it'll be loads of fun!" piped in one of the twins, while the other
finished, "You'll be right disappointed if you miss it!"

"Guys, I don't want to go! Do you know how cold out it is?" Harry protested. After
allowing them sufficient time to groan, he thought of an idea-"I'll make you an offer;
I'll go if you can convince Hermione over there to leave her books for once and join in
too." Obviously he thought this was a very safe bet.

Hermione looked up from her parchment and textbook startled. Harry had not once glanced in her
direction, and there was no possible way he could see her through the furniture. How did he know
she was there?

"Where is she? I don't see her?" questioned Ron. When Harry pointed to the arm
chairs, Ron rounded them and looked from him to her. He began to ask Hermione's unvoiced
question, "How did you-"

He was swiftly interrupted by Fred. "Come on Hermione, don't you want the chance to
clobber Harry in a snow ball?" "Doesn't that sound like loads of fun?" was
George's addition, both of them peering over the tops of the chairs.

"Guys, I've got a lot of work to do. An arithmancy paper won't write itself, you
know."

"Sure it will!" answered Fred and George together, and simultaneously waved their
wands at Hermione's parchment. The words 'You know *Harry* really wants you to
come' appeared on the sheet.

"What is that supposed to mean?" asked Harry hastily, trying to conceal a reddening
face.

“What it means, dear chap, is that both of you are coming with us three whether you like it or
not.” answered George, a mischievous grin spreading across his face, and likewise for his brother.
Ron tried to look like he was in on it too, but the confused look in his eyes gave him away. Harry
and Hermione, next to each other now that she had stood up, were both regarding the twins
quizzically. They were always up to something.

With their final words, each took a hand of Harry and Hermione, leaving Ron to gather the pair’s
cloaks, and proceeded to lead them through the portrait hole and the near empty corridors of
Hogwarts, then out the front doors and finally stop at a large clearing in front of the Quidditch
pitch. The grounds were nearly deserted as well thanks to the almost zero temperature.

“George, this is crazy! Do you know how cold Harry and I are right now?” Hermione asked
exasperatedly, shivering madly.

“Not to worry my dear lady, I do believe Ronald was good enough to bring your cloaks.” He turned
to Ron who hastily handed them over, deathly afraid of that look in Hermione’s eyes. Her and Harry
snatched them quickly and put them on.

“So what exactly are we doing out here?” Harry asked, looking at the twins cautiously.

“Why having some jolly good fun in the snow, of course! Well you know that we find you a right
good chap, Harry, might I say you’re a tad on the uptight side sometimes? And Hermione, well where
do I start? You usually act like you’ve got an iron pole up your arse-” Fred saw the way her eyes
got a good deal narrower and thought better than to finish that, “-well, you know what I mean.”

“Yes, so we took it upon ourselves to help you loosen up a little-” said George, before they
both added “together.” very emphatically.

Hermione looked at Harry next to her, wondering if he would be willing to forget whatever was
going on between them for an afternoon and have some fun. When he realized she was watching him he
visibly stiffened, and started to inch away. Obviously not. “Forget this guys, I’ve got work to do.
Have fun.” and with that she started to turn and walk back towards the doors.

Once she reached the first of the front steps, each of the twins grabbed half of her and lifted
her off the ground, then they carried her back and set her down uncomfortably close to Harry. As
soon as her feet touched the ground she moved a few feet away, so as not to scare him until he
flinches into next week. “Just what do you think you’re doing?” she demanded of the twins, placing
her hands firmly on her hips and glaring at them fiercely.

“Well, if you’re not here, that defies the entire purpose of ‘together’, now doesn’t it?”
replied George, while Fred nodded ferociously. Ron was still standing there looking utterly
confused.

Harry surprised Hermione by being the next one to speak. “Well, I guess if you two are going to
keep us out here we should make the best of it. What do you say to a snow fight, ‘Mione?”

Hermione, happy that Harry seemed willing to be normal to her again, at least for a little
while, accepted. Soon it turned into a full fledged snowball war, Harry and Hermione versus the
Weasleys. Harry seemed to be enjoying himself for the first time in quite a while, at least while
in Hermione’s company. Before they knew it they had been out almost an hour.

All of a sudden George and Fred’s wands began to blink red. “Uh oh, it seems we’ll have to be
going. Business to attend to.” George said, answering Harry and Hermione’s questioning glances.

“Yes, yes, urgent business. Ronald, I think we’ll be needing your help as well.” Fred said, and
they dragged Ron off in the direction of the castle, both of the twins wearing large grins.

“Well, what do we do now?” asked Harry, peering after them.

“It sure would be a waste to go in now, I’m not even cold.” said Hermione. She was reluctant to
end their fun when Harry had been so open all afternoon.

“Yeah. We’re having too much fun to stop now. I vote we keep at it.”

“Okay.” replied Hermione, before she nailed Harry with a well placed snowball that hit him right
between the eyes, covering his glasses in snow.

As he reached up to clean off his lenses, he said “So that’s how you want to play!” and hit her
with two large snowballs right in the stomach.

Soon the fight had started up full force again and snowballs were flying everywhere. As Harry
bent down to retrieve more snow, Hermione hit him right on the top of his head, and he landed
laying down on his back. Hermione rushed over and jumped on top of him, straddling her legs over
his chest. “Victory!” she yelled, throwing her arms up over her head.

“Okay, okay, you won!” Harry exclaimed, pushing her down just enough so that he could sit up and
so that she was sitting on his legs.

Hermione became very aware of their closeness, so close that she could feel his warm breath on
her face as it cut through bitter cold of the wind. She also became aware of the fact he was doing
nothing to remedy the situation as usual. She took the moment to watch him, and felt her heart
swell as she saw that light in his eyes that she had so missed the last year. A wide grin was
planted on his face. She also began to take note of the fact that she could see every small freckle
on his nose and how pure white snow dotted his jet black hair.

Before she knew it her lips met his. It was a kiss like nothing she had ever imagined. It was
soft and gentle at first, but the heat grew as it lingered on. She explored every contour of his
lips, then his mouth, then his tongue. She moved her hands to the back of his neck and entwined her
fingers in his soft hair. He wrapped his strong arms around her stomach, gently stroking her
back.

She pulled away slowly, looking into his eyes. She saw an emotion in them that she couldn’t
quite place. They sparkled brightly, and she soon became aware of the fact that some time had
passed without either one of them saying or doing anything. “Harry-” she began slowly before he
interrupted her.

“Oh ’Mione, I’m sorry. I really shouldn’t have done that. Bad idea.” He muttered the last part
to himself, putting up his walls once again and starting to push her off of him.

“No Harry. No. You’re not going to push me away again. There’s a reason why you kissed me, and I
want to know what it is. You aren’t just going to dismiss me like that again.” she said, maybe a
tad more harsh than she intended.

“I don’t know why I kissed you. It just seemed like it was the right thing, and apparently I was
wrong. Sorry. We should really get back to the castle.”

“Harry James Potter, don’t do that to me! I want you to answer me. Why on earth would you think
it was wrong?”

“Come on, Hermione, are you honestly going to tell me that you would be interested in me?
There’s a joke.”

“What if I am interested in you?” she asked, suddenly not minding the idea. She had always felt
something special with Harry, and after that kiss she thought she knew what is was.

“Are you?” he asked skeptically, though Hermione thought she saw a glimmer of hope in his
eyes.

She sat for a minute looking at him, before she answered quietly, “Yeah, I think I am. I felt
something in that kiss, Harry, and I know what it was.”

“What was it?” he asked so quietly she could barely hear him.

“Love, Harry. I love you.” she said, taking it all in. It was almost to much to comprehend. At
first she couldn’t believe she said it, but she knew it was true. She didn’t know how, but she
knew.

“I...I ...love you too.” he stammered, barely believing this could happen. He’d never said those
words to anyone, but at the same time he also knew they were true. “I love you.” he repeated, more
to reassure himself than her.

Before he could think about she had pulled him into another deep kiss, and all of their emotions
were unleashed in it: love, passion, understanding. After the kiss was over he picked her up and
carried her over to softer ground near the frozen over lake and they lay for a while, her resting
her head on his chest and him playing lightly with her hair. Neither wanted to speak for a while,
all they wanted to do was revel in their new found closeness.

Slowly, Hermione turned around in his arms so she was facing him and said “Harry, I want to talk
about something.”

“Anything, love.”

“Why have you been so distant with me lately? Why have you been so intent on making distance
between us and making yourself miserable?” she asked gently, not wanting to push him but wanting
answers all the same.

“I don’t know Hermione. With this whole war coming and my having to fight Voldemort by
myself-”

“Whoa.” she interrupted, not sure she’s heard him right. “What do you mean? There’s no way

you’re him fighting , especially by yourself! Dumbledore will fight him!”

“He can’t do that. I’m the only one that can.”

“Wait a minute, you’re not going to go all heroic on me again. There’s no way you can fight
Voldemort! Why on earth would you think that?”

“You know that prophecy we found last year?” When she nodded he continued. “It said that I’m the
only one with the power to destroy him, and that at the end one of us must kill the other. When
this is all over I have to either kill or be killed. That’s why I didn’t want you near me. I think
I knew that I loved you on some level and I was trying to protect you. I still am.”

“Oh Harry.” she whispered, laying her head on his shoulder. “I’m so sorry. We’ll get through
this, together. No way am I leaving you now. You can push me away and try to protect me as much as
you want, but I‘m not going anywhere.” she said, though she was near tears. She couldn’t believe
that he was expected to do so much by himself. It was too much to handle.

“Oh ‘Mione, please don’t cry. I promise this will turn out okay. Look at me.” She turned her
eyes back to his. “I love you, and you love me, and that’s all we need to get through this. Okay?”
She nodded slowly. “What do you say we get a cup of hot chocolate in the kitchens? We’ve been out
here really long, and I’m not sure I can feel my toes anymore.”

“Okay.” she said and took his outstretched hand to help her up. She leaned into his side and
wrapped her arms around his waist on the walk back up to the castle. He placed a gentle kiss on her
forehead and together they headed back into the castle. Somehow they both knew everything would be
alright now. They had each other, and that was all that counted.

“So what do you suppose Fred and George were up to earlier? Do you think they were really
playing matchmaker?” Harry chuckled at the thought, but in his mind made a note to thank them.

“Anything’s possible.” Hermione replied.

“Indeed it is.” Harry answered, and held the door open for her as she entered the warmth of the
castle at his side. Nothing in the world felt better than to have her there with him.

A/N: Okay, that was my first attempt at writing something happy. I’m not sure how good it really
is, since obviously I’m a bit biased. Please review, I’d love to hear everyone’s opinions.

Take care and God bless.

**~Christine**