~5~
"You're not even trying," she complained as he stared at the scrabble board in consternation.
"God damn it, Granger. Will you please shut the fuck up while I concentrate?" At her glare, he snapped, "I said please, didn't I?"
"Your mother clearly didn't teach you the proper way to use please," she retorted.
He ignored her as he finally decided on a word: O Z
"Oz," she said blankly.
He smiled triumphantly. "I'd been trying to get rid of that letter for the last four turns."
"That's not even a word!" she argued.
"It's a place," he huffed indignantly.
"Not a real place," she pointed out.
"But a place, nonetheless. Like Camelot." He nodded his validation.
"If it's not in the dictionary, it's not a real word."
"The Z lands on a double letter tile," he said cheerfully, ignoring her.
"No."
"Yes."
"No."
"Just give me the damn points, Granger," he scowled.
... she did. But only because she was still ahead by 47 points.
In the end, he admitted defeat — though, it was less an admission of defeat and more a violent string of colorful words as he sulked away from the game — when she utilized a triple word tile using Q U A R R Y.
"I win," she said airily as she tallied up the points.
He said nothing, brooding over his crushing defeat.
"Your vocabulary is severely lacking," she tutted. "Maybe if you picked up a book every now and then, you would've done better than 93 points."
"It's not like we can all be as insufferably big-headed as you, Granger."
"Better big-headed than air-headed," she smiled serenely.
He smirked. "Don't forget that this air head made you cum thee times this morning."
Her blush made the sudden taste of victory sweeter than any number of scrabble games he may have won, though, he knew that the day he ever won a scrabble game against her would mark the day when hell freezes over.
