As promised, part two of my fanfic piece- I know I said you'd have to wait a week but I was reminded by one of my reviewers that the book comes out before I get back so I'm uploading the last 2 chapters now.

Enjoy!

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The night before

'I will gladly challenge either of you to a game of chess,' Ron said matter-of-factly.

Harry rolled his eyes, 'that's it, I'm off.'

'No, stay a bit longer, you're just afraid you'll lose.'

'Of course I am,' Harry laughed, 'you're better than me and you've drank more than me. Now, I'll see you later Ron.'

'Fine, want another beer Hermione?'

'I'd love to,' she replied as she set up the chessboard. Harry shrugged and disapparated back to Privet Drive.

Ron leaned back against his bed and hiccupped, 'I know,' he said, slightly inebriated, 'Strip chess. Small garments for pawns, larger garments for main players.'

'That is ridiculous,' replied Hermione just as intoxicated, then she stopped and thought about it for a second. She was always being careful and it was time she let go and also got past her body hang-ups, 'oh, ok! Why not.'

'Excellent, a worthy opponent.'

'But I have no idea why you would want to see me in my underwear,' Hermione said honestly.

'Hermione, you're my best friend. You look lovely, and I'm drunk. Get over it,' Ron replied.

Once set up the game began, when threatened with taking her clothes off, Hermione was suddenly very good at chess.

After 10 minutes, Ron was down to his jeans and socks. He fought back and after another 10 minutes Hermione was in her cami top and underwear.

After Hermione made a move that she thought was legitimate, Ron didn't feel comfortable taking his jeans off and argued back. Within minutes it was a full-blown argument and as opposed to being extremely close, both had their wands out and were screaming blue murder at each other from across the room after Hermione put a silencing charm on the door.

'Fine!' yelled Ron, removing his trousers, 'Are you happy now?'

'Very,' she smiled. Turning her back, assuming the game was over, a spark few within inches of her right ear. She spun round and was about to cast a spell on him when she stalled reluctantly. She turned back round again and another spark flew past her.

'Cut it out Ron,' Hermione laughed,' your mum will be furious if she finds out what went on up here. Especially when it's me involved.'

'Just relax and have a bit of fun,' Ron said.

After that the sparks were flying, literally not metaphorically. Possessions flew off desks and shelves, some ended up with holes right through them or they were shattered on the floor. Exhausted and ashamed of what they had done to Ron's bedroom, they fell flat on the floor, contemplated stargazing and fell asleep.

'Oh my God,' both Ron and Hermione yelled in unison as they emerged from the coma.

'Sorted?' Harry quizzed them.

'Absolutely,' Hermione said, trying to cover up the fact that she knew that in a way Ron wanted the kiss to be true.

'A load off my mind mate, just never let me get that hammered ever again.'

'Great! Well you two have been out cold for almost two hours and I am now going to go home,' he disapparated.

'Two hours?' Hermione exclaimed, as she looked at the clock she saw that it read 12:15, 'I better get going.'

'Do you wanna come round next week? Ginny wanted me to ask.'

'Sure! See you next week then.'

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Last little bit also added; I promise that I've tied off loose ends (well, as much as I think I can)!