Disclaimer: Last time I checked I wasn't a blonde gazillionaire……
Chapter One
Ron's brow furrowed as he contemplated a way out of the trap he'd let himself fall into.
"Erm….King to G2." Immediately the king piped up," Are you mad? Do you want me killed?"
"Shut up, you!" Ron snapped, nervously awaiting Harry's next move.
"Knight to G2," Harry said with an impish grin. And then he uttered a word that Ron had never heard spoken by an opponent: "Checkmate."
Ron's jaw dropped in shock as he sat and tried to comprehend what had just happened. Meanwhile, Harry proceeded to perform an impromptu happy-dance. "I beat you. I beat you", he chanted.
Ron blinked twice. Sulkily he countered, "I have a lot on my mind right now s'all…."
"Really? What's up?" Harry inquired.
With a dramatic sigh, Ron screwed up his courage, looked Harry straight in the eye, and asked Harry: "What would you say if I told you I was going to ask Hermione to marry me?"
Without looking up from the chessboard, Harry replied, "I'd say it's about time."
At Ron's prolonged silence Harry looked up.
"Well it was kind of obvious you two had a thing going."
Ron gaped. He was doing a lot of that lately.
"You've been making "goggle-eyes" at each other since second year."
While Ron attempted to pick his jaw up off the floor, the gears in Harry's mind started to turn…
"What if we proposed together?"
Ron passed out.
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