“I play winner,” Hermione said to
two competitors from a large armchair, her legs curled beneath her.
“Which will be me,” Ron said with a
as he checked one of Harry’s pawns.
“Yeah, yeah,” Harry grumbled,
some of his thick hair out of his face.
Hermione merely glanced up from the
book cradled in her arms and shook her head with a small smile.
Harry managed to avoid being
by Ron’s chess pieces once more before his bishop was obliterated.
that moment, Crookshanks, who had earlier jumped up onto the table,
the bishop in his mouth and bounded across the common room.
Ron laughed yet again. “Even the cat
to know that Hermione’s playing next.”
Sighing, Hermione took Ron’s apple
sugar quill from the side table and lazily chucked it at his head.
bounced off and shattered on the ground, powder spilling everywhere.
Ron’s mouth fell open. He looked
and then up at Hermione. “What’d you do that for?”
“You were being a prat. Thought
bring you down a few notches,” she replied nonchalantly.
“That’s my favorite flavor,” Ron
Harry laughed and checked one of
pawns. “Your turn.”
Ron gave Hermione a slight glare and
to his game. Within three moves he had won. “You’ll regret breaking
sugar quill,” he warned her.
Hermione put her book down and
seats with Harry. “I didn’t break it. It bounced off of that
head of yours and fell on the floor,” she pointed to his forehead.
Harry laughed as Ron’s ears tinged
and he set up his pieces. She walked over to the other side of the
and apprehended the bishop from Crookshanks’ mouth.
By the time they began the game, Ron
thoroughly fired up. “I’ll show you…big head,” he muttered. Hermione
Halfway through the game, Ginny came
sat down next to Hermione. “Ooh, Ron, not looking so good for you,
Ron glared up at her, not moving his
and returned his eyes to the chessboard. Hermione turned to Ginny
whispered something into her ear for a long second. They both
and Hermione contemplated her next move.
“I’d stop laughing if I were you,”
grumbled. “You’re not going to win.”
“We’ll see, Ron. We’ll see,”
said evasively. The game seemed to go in Hermione’s favor. That is
“Checkmate,” Ron said, grinning
Hermione glared at him through
“Sorry that didn’t work, Hermione.
next time,” Ginny said. Hermione shook her head.
“What do you mean?” Ron asked,
his attention to his little sister.
“Hermione was trying a new approach
this game,” she grinned. “And it almost worked.”
“It did, didn’t it?” said Harry,
noticed her tactic right from the start.
“Yeah. You got so riled up, that you
“Well, now there won’t be a
time,” Hermione huffed, standing up and gathering her books. “Now
you just told him…”
“Oh, so that’s what you were doing,”
said. “Yeah, guess you still couldn’t beat me,” he smirked.
Hermione scowled and turned to
unable to stand Ron’s gloating, though it wouldn’t last long.
“Oh, and Hermione?” Ron called as
began to retreat.
She pivoted back around.
“You owe me a new sugar quill,” Ron
This comment was followed by an
flavored sugar quill hitting him square on the nose.