Ok you know the drill of what firsties say, this is my first HP fic and so yeah, be easy. Honestly this first chapter is blah, just to get the setting and story started, it gets juicier like an orange later...ok that was a weird.

It's rated PG 13 for language and mild sexual content

Ok enjoy reading, cuz I enjoy writing! _____________________________________

"Checkmate! After your move, I win.again!" Ron stretched out in the huge red velvet chair in the Common Room, smirking at Harry.

"Ok, there," He surrendered his king, " You won(but not the next game! One more, and we'll see," He challenged and they set the pieces back into their places.

Hermione walked in, books in hand, annoyance on her face, " Do you have ANY idea what time it is?!"

"Herm, you're sounding like my mum again, ya know?" Ron moved towards Harry's pawn.

She ignored him and brushed her hair back. "It's exactly," she flashed her eyes to her watch, "11:37 PM, and in 23 minutes it's tomorrow, and you know what that means?"

Silence. Obviously, Ron and Harry didn't give a damn.

"Your essays on the 14th century wizards is due to Professor Binns, " She bit her lip and Ron and Harry were used to this lecture. Sick of her bossiness, but used to it.

Ron smiled, "I've got it done, just a few touch ups during breakfast and(I captured your knight!"

Harry moved his pawn. He was getting bored with the game and his eyes were drooping, "Uhhh.. actually, I haven't really started."

Hermione stamped her foot, "Harry! I'd except this from Ron but not you!"

"Hey, watch it!" Ron said, thinking of his next move.

"I got distracted," Harry shrugged.

"Like you are now, your bishop is his-tory!" Ron smirked, "You're slacking, Harry. Chess and homework." He said, mimicking Hermione.

"I'll get it done, really," He said reassuringly, studying the board.

"Harry, a four page essay? By tomorrow's class? You haven't even read the chapter." Hermione set her books down and sat next to Ron.

"If you're so worried, Hermione, why don't you whip out your books and do it for him. It wouldn't be a problem for you, you seem to love homework." Ron teased but Hermione didn't take it as a joke.

She was sick of this. All of it. Her friends were taking advantage of her. Plus, her reputation as a smart goody-good was getting to her. There was more to her under that, she just had trouble showing it. She stood up and looked down at Ron and Harry.

"Fine. It that's how you see me. I'll be done with your essay soon, Harry. Good night." She choked the words out and stormed off. I'm a smart, bossy, basket case, she thought, and everyone knows it.

"Oh, Hermione(geez, she needs to get a grip." Ron clicked his tongue and thought of where his queen would go to demolish Harry's pieces.

"On the other hand, I think I should stop playing," Harry stood up and ran his hand through his hair.

"She's either manipulated you, or you know I'm gonna win." Ron cleared the board and put his hand on Harry's shoulder, "I'm off to bed, I'll meet you up there."

"Yeah, I better go talk to her, g'night," Harry said, shoving Ron away, "And I will win you know."

"Yeah, I guess, in the next decade or so," Ron smiled and walked upstairs.

Harry walked over to the Girls Dormitory stairs and realized he couldn't climb them without the stairs sliding him back down. He waited at the end of them, thinking how he was going to get up, when Ginny walked down.

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Good so far?? I hope, it just gets better and better... ;) ~~~