Disclaimer: How dare you accuse me of owning Harry Potter???
Ah…love. And rabid monkeys.
Black and white. It was like an old muggle movie that Ron had once seen on a dare from George. Now black and white had become Ron's life. The white and the black pieces on the chessboard were all that he looked at.
Harry was no help. He barely made an appearance from his bedroom. He was the elusive bear…like in that old muggle movie.
Ron was stiff. He had been looking at the chessboard since Hermione had left. It didn't help that he had a massive hangover from that weekend.
"Gotta…gotta…gotta…stay awake. Gotta…gotta…gotta…"
Ron slumped in his chair and drifted off into dreamland. There were chess pieces everywhere. It was like the giant chessboard of Professor McGonagalls handy- work. Ron was lost amidst the giant chess pieces that looked down at him menacingly.
He came upon the white king, his enemy since he usually played black. The white king bent down to Ron's height. "E5." He said in a low voice.
What in hell was that suppose to mean? Ron woke from his slumber and rubbed his eyes. "That's what you get for playing chess all night." He said sleepily to himself.
"Hey Ron…want to play a game before practice?" Harry asked.
"Sure…I've been practicing all weekend."
Harry sat down at the table. "Okay…I'm white right?"
"You betcha."
Harry had defiantly improved over the years. And even Ron with all of his experience was baffled by Harry's new moves. It would seem Ron would lose to Harry for the first time ever. "Alright Ron check." Harry said.
Damn, damn, double damn. Ron stared at the board for a while. Lose his queen or his last night. E5. The memory of the dream came back to Ron. He looked at E5. That would put him in a checkmate position. Why didn't he think of that before? He had avoided the obvious…now he could win.
"Checkmate." Ron said moving his rook.
"W-w-what???" Harry said, obviously confused then he smiled. "That would make a great Quidditch play." But Ron had his pen and paper already in hand and was writing a mile a minute.
Harry smiled. "I guess your problem is solved."
"Well…we'll have to play more chess games so I can get better ideas, but all in all my problem is fixed. Thanks Harry…for a smashing chess game."
Harry grinned. "Your welcome."
Ron ran off merrily to get his Quidditch robes on. At the Quidditch practice they put the chess game into a Quidditch tactic.
"I like to call it the E5." Ron said with flourish when his speech was over.
Harry started to clap. Then everyone followed suit. Ron beamed with pride. "Well let's get started!"
After a long successful Quidditch practice Harry and Ron slunk into their apartment. "My poor muscles." Ron moaned.
"It was fun wasn't it?" Harry said happily.
Ron laughed lightly. "You know it."
Harry and Ron went into their separate bedrooms and Harry lay down softly on his bed. When Harry was sure that Ron was asleep, Harry snuck out into the kitchen. He took out a bottle of the sleeping draught. He quietly snuck back into his room.
With a quick sip of the sleeping draught Harry fell into a dreamless slumber.
At Hogwarts*
Monday had been pure horror. Hermione had had the mother of all hangovers and teaching had lost it's fun at that point.
Tuesday was different. With a clear head and a new resolution never to drink on Sundays Hermione had a stellar day.
The week quickly went by and October turned into November. And Hermione's resolution was as quickly broken.
After a long Saturday of grading papers Hermione was in the mood for some fun. At trip to Hogsmede was out of the question but a little drink couldn't hurt.
After downing a small bottle of alcohol Hermione was a little more than tipsy. She stumbled out of her room in hopes of finding Mrs. Norris. She always wanted to ring that little mongrel's neck.
She tripped and fell all over herself and bumped into someone. "Oh hello Vicky." She said hiccupping loudly.
"Hermione vhat are you doing?"
"I intend to wring Mrs. N-n-norris's neck."
"I think ve should go back to your room." Krum said leading Hermione back to her room.
"Vicky…"
Krum rolled his eyes. "Yes?"
"Why did you sleep with Fleur?"
"I was drunk…I didn't know vhat I was doing…or vho for that matter."
"That upset me…it still does."
"I'm sorry."
"PINEAPPLE SAUCE!!! YOU NEVER CARED!!!"
"Your vrong. I always cared about you."
"AND WILL YOU SAY YOUR W'S CORRECTLY??? IT'S NOT VRONG IT'S WRONG!!!"
Krum smiled lightly. "You know I can't help it."
"Bull."
Krum laughed. "You always were funny vhen you vere drunk."
"I am not drunk." Hermione said hiccupping.
"Sure."
"I'm tired. So tired." Hermione leaned into Krum. "So very tired."
Hermione fell asleep in Krum's arms.
They're getting closer. You better run. :-D.
Ah…love. And rabid monkeys.
Black and white. It was like an old muggle movie that Ron had once seen on a dare from George. Now black and white had become Ron's life. The white and the black pieces on the chessboard were all that he looked at.
Harry was no help. He barely made an appearance from his bedroom. He was the elusive bear…like in that old muggle movie.
Ron was stiff. He had been looking at the chessboard since Hermione had left. It didn't help that he had a massive hangover from that weekend.
"Gotta…gotta…gotta…stay awake. Gotta…gotta…gotta…"
Ron slumped in his chair and drifted off into dreamland. There were chess pieces everywhere. It was like the giant chessboard of Professor McGonagalls handy- work. Ron was lost amidst the giant chess pieces that looked down at him menacingly.
He came upon the white king, his enemy since he usually played black. The white king bent down to Ron's height. "E5." He said in a low voice.
What in hell was that suppose to mean? Ron woke from his slumber and rubbed his eyes. "That's what you get for playing chess all night." He said sleepily to himself.
"Hey Ron…want to play a game before practice?" Harry asked.
"Sure…I've been practicing all weekend."
Harry sat down at the table. "Okay…I'm white right?"
"You betcha."
Harry had defiantly improved over the years. And even Ron with all of his experience was baffled by Harry's new moves. It would seem Ron would lose to Harry for the first time ever. "Alright Ron check." Harry said.
Damn, damn, double damn. Ron stared at the board for a while. Lose his queen or his last night. E5. The memory of the dream came back to Ron. He looked at E5. That would put him in a checkmate position. Why didn't he think of that before? He had avoided the obvious…now he could win.
"Checkmate." Ron said moving his rook.
"W-w-what???" Harry said, obviously confused then he smiled. "That would make a great Quidditch play." But Ron had his pen and paper already in hand and was writing a mile a minute.
Harry smiled. "I guess your problem is solved."
"Well…we'll have to play more chess games so I can get better ideas, but all in all my problem is fixed. Thanks Harry…for a smashing chess game."
Harry grinned. "Your welcome."
Ron ran off merrily to get his Quidditch robes on. At the Quidditch practice they put the chess game into a Quidditch tactic.
"I like to call it the E5." Ron said with flourish when his speech was over.
Harry started to clap. Then everyone followed suit. Ron beamed with pride. "Well let's get started!"
After a long successful Quidditch practice Harry and Ron slunk into their apartment. "My poor muscles." Ron moaned.
"It was fun wasn't it?" Harry said happily.
Ron laughed lightly. "You know it."
Harry and Ron went into their separate bedrooms and Harry lay down softly on his bed. When Harry was sure that Ron was asleep, Harry snuck out into the kitchen. He took out a bottle of the sleeping draught. He quietly snuck back into his room.
With a quick sip of the sleeping draught Harry fell into a dreamless slumber.
At Hogwarts*
Monday had been pure horror. Hermione had had the mother of all hangovers and teaching had lost it's fun at that point.
Tuesday was different. With a clear head and a new resolution never to drink on Sundays Hermione had a stellar day.
The week quickly went by and October turned into November. And Hermione's resolution was as quickly broken.
After a long Saturday of grading papers Hermione was in the mood for some fun. At trip to Hogsmede was out of the question but a little drink couldn't hurt.
After downing a small bottle of alcohol Hermione was a little more than tipsy. She stumbled out of her room in hopes of finding Mrs. Norris. She always wanted to ring that little mongrel's neck.
She tripped and fell all over herself and bumped into someone. "Oh hello Vicky." She said hiccupping loudly.
"Hermione vhat are you doing?"
"I intend to wring Mrs. N-n-norris's neck."
"I think ve should go back to your room." Krum said leading Hermione back to her room.
"Vicky…"
Krum rolled his eyes. "Yes?"
"Why did you sleep with Fleur?"
"I was drunk…I didn't know vhat I was doing…or vho for that matter."
"That upset me…it still does."
"I'm sorry."
"PINEAPPLE SAUCE!!! YOU NEVER CARED!!!"
"Your vrong. I always cared about you."
"AND WILL YOU SAY YOUR W'S CORRECTLY??? IT'S NOT VRONG IT'S WRONG!!!"
Krum smiled lightly. "You know I can't help it."
"Bull."
Krum laughed. "You always were funny vhen you vere drunk."
"I am not drunk." Hermione said hiccupping.
"Sure."
"I'm tired. So tired." Hermione leaned into Krum. "So very tired."
Hermione fell asleep in Krum's arms.
They're getting closer. You better run. :-D.