AN:last drabble, ladies and gentlemen! I just want to thank you for letting me cross language barriers to tell my version of the amazing Ron Weasley and never complaining. (And of course, I have to thank Queen Jo for creating him). I appreciate it so much and I feel so humbled about it. Thank you to every person that reviewed, favorited, followed, and even visited the story. ¡MUCHÍSIMAS GRACIAS! :)
So let's bring out the Firewhiskey to toast and...
Long live the King!
"Unbelievable!"
"Thank you. I know I am."
"Git."
"There's no need for insults. Just admit I'm better than you."
"Let's get going. Transfiguration it's about to begin. And after six years, I don't want McGonagall to fulfill her threat about turning us into a map," Harry said.
"You just don't want to lose against me again, Harry," Ron laughed.
"Shut up, and let's go!"
Harry was half way through the common room when Ron called him.
"Hey, Harry!"
"What?" The black-haired boy answered a bit mad and almost through the portrait.
"Checkmate."