Your Typical Gryffindor Sunday
Ron and Hermione sat in the Gryffindor common room one rainy Sunday afternoon, playing wizard's chess.
"Checkmate!" Hermione cried triumphantly.
Ron's brow furrowed. "You can't win wizard's chess. That's what I do."
Hermione cut off her touchdown dance mid-step and slumped back onto her chair. "Oh yeah." She moved her pieces back into a losing formation.
"What are you two doing?" Harry said as he came over to them.
"We're playing chess, mate," Ron said easily.
Harry took a deep breath, and then, "YOU ARE PLAYING CHESS WITHOUT ME! HOW MANY TIMES HAVE I SAVED YOUR LOTS' NECKS, AND THIS IS THE THANKS I GET?!"
Hermione shifted uneasily in her seat. "Harry, we didn't mean to leave you in the dark, we just – "
"THAT'S PERFECTLY FINE! I UNDERSTAND, LITTLE HARRY CAN'T HANDLE THE TRUTH!"
"What truth?" Ron said confusedly.
"WHY DON'T YOU TELL ME RON?! WHY DON'T YOU TELL ME!!!!"
"Um... I need to go to the library," Hermione said slipping away.
"Aw, look, now you've scared off Hermione," Ron said in a disappointed tone. "Now I'll never snog her."
Harry patted Ron's back consolingly. "SORRY ABOUT THAT MATE, DIDN'T MEAN TO GO SO CAPS-LOCKY!"
Ron shrugged. "It happens." And then, under his breath, "About every five minutes with you."
"WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY?!"
Meanwhile, outside the Fat Lady's potrait . . .
"I thought you'd never get away," gasped Draco as he pushed Hermione up against the wall.
The End! (?)
..Oh my! The randomness of it all!