Disclaimer: Nothing is ever mine.
Oh. And this is entirely someone else's story. Had to paste it on for him. At gunpoint.
Another thing. There is a bit of update/change in this chapter because he, my anonymous friend here can't have an announcement about the ball (oops: shouldn't have said that).
The snow was starting to fall. All over the castle, fires were burning fiercely in every common room, keeping the students warm. Headmaster Dumbledore was having a great time playing exploding snap with non other then Remus Lupin, the Dark Arts teacher.
"Knight to D-3," said Ron to the chessboard. Ron and Harry were playing wizard chess.
"Harry, its your turn. Harry?" Ron looked questionably at his chess partner.
She's beautiful. Here eyes are pools of deep brown. I could just look into them the whole day. Suddenly, Harry was brought out of his little trance as his conscious mind heard Ron's voice. "Harry you OK?"
"Hmm… Yeah. I'm fine," getting out of his little trance there.
"You sure? You were looking at Hermione in a weird way."
"I'm sure. Really. I am. Just thinking of something else."
"Alright, Harry. Its your turn." Ron brought Harry back into the game
"Pawn to C-8" Harry said, after a minute of pure thinking
"Checkmate!" Ron shouted as he made his last move.
"Damn it." shout out Harry
Hermione looked up from her book, Hogwarts, A History, "Who won this time." It was the boy's thirteenth game.
"Ron of course. Really 'Mione you should stop reading that book so many times. We can't figure out why you even like it," said Harry, as he looked up at Hermione.
"Well, I can only say that Hogwarts, A History is a very captivating book. You should read it sometime."
"Why should we if we have a walking one right here?" asked Ron.
Hermione started a comeback, "Well, if you did read it Ron, you would be as captured as I am. And it would have helped us solved that little mystery last year. Or have you forgotten that time when we were stuck in the tunnels?"
Bringing that out into Ron's memory, he involuntarily shivered. Feeling really heated up in the conversation, Ron quickly said, "For your information. Those tunnels weren't even there in the first place. At least, Dumbledore didn't know it was there. Heck. He practically lived in this castle for the past 70 years!"
Fearing of another one of their arguments, which also means that Harry would be in the thick of it very soon, he had to stop it right now, "Come off it Ron, if Hermione didn't read Hogwarts, A History, we probably be all dead. Now go talk to Ginny, she seems upset about something."
Sure enough, Ginny was crying. As the only family relative, Ron quickly went to Ginny, although Harry could barely hear Ron breathe out, "probably more boy trouble. Really, she should stop dating all together. If I had my way..."
Thanking Merlin that there won't be another argument, especially so close to Christmas Break. Harry turned to Hermione as he put away the chessboard, "Hermione, I think you should lay off a bit. Besides you two can argue almost anything. And I always get in the middle of it. And both of you are 17. You should have more control over yourself. You two sound like an old couple."
"Oh. Take his side. I'm going to sleep. Good night, Harry," that last sentence was harshly said.
"My life sucks." Said Harry as he walked back into his dorm, getting ready to sleep. After hitting the racks, Harry was asleep in seconds.
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