"A little cocky, don't you think?" She didn't have to see the pout to know it was there, and it made her grin. Just a little. Familiar, anyway, to see the pull of his face like that - she didn't mind it, since it just meant she could pat his cheeks and make him pout a little more before stealing it away with affection.

Draco being hit was a sweet victory she couldn't even crow about because by the time his words had registered his own snowball had arced over the top of her wall to land square on the top of her head before she could dodge it.

"My hair!" was the only thing she said for a moment, followed quickly by "Draco Malfoy!"

(Hopefully he was ready for a renewed vigor in her counterattacks as she flung a few his way in quick succession.)