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Hermione sat across from Ron, staring at the Chess board. In a word, she was screwed. She stared at the board, trying to find a way to make a comeback. She had three pawns, a horse, a castle, and her king. Ron still had both his horses, one of the pieces that moved diagonal, a queen, two castles, six pawns, and a king. She moved a pawn and he took it out with the piece that moved diagonal. She sighed and moved her horse.

"Hermione." Ron said.

"Yeah, Ron?" She asked.

"You're not going to win."

"I don't care."

Ron moved his queen. "Check mate."

"Screw this." Hermione said, getting up. She went to the kitchen and started putting together two sandwiches.

"It's not the end of the world, babe." Ron said.

"I feel bad, though, I know how much you love chess, and then I just suck at it."

"It's not that big of a deal." Ron said. "Wanna play again? I'll let you win."

"No."

"But that'll be just as difficult for me as you trying win."

Hermione turned around and threw a sandwich at him.

"What was that for?" He asked, taking a bite of it. She ignored him. "Seriously, Hermione. I'll let you win."

"No."

"Come on."

"No."

"For me?"

"No."

"Fine, then. Be a bi—"

"Do you really wanna say that, Ron?" Hermione said, turning around and pulling her wand out.

"Sorry." He muttered, taking another bite of his sandwich.