moocow33: I'm glad you enjoyed
koriaena: I have to agree, poor Ron.
Sirithiliel: but the sooner I update, the sooner the story is over.
TeeDee: the chapters are all sort of a single idea or thought (sort of) and so unless I was to really drag it out the chapters won't get much longer.
Dark Magician plushie
Yugi wrapped himself up in his cloak and pulled the Dark Magician plushie a little closer to him. He hated it when people got into fights. Ron and Hermione were mad at each other, Hermione and Ryou weren't talking, and Bakura never talked to anyone anyway. Why did everyone have to be so stupid? At least Harry and Yami were still the same.
Yami... Yugi smiled cheerfully at the thought of him. After what Shadi had done separating them he had thought that he would never be allowed to see his darker half again. Yami was still the same as always; perfect, comforting, steady, and, of course, arrogant. He had every right to be arrogant though. Yami had never played a game that he hadn't won, and there was no reason to think that would ever change.
His bed dipped slightly, and Yugi could hear the bedsprings creak as Yami sat down next to him. "Can't sleep?" the ancient pharaoh asked softly.
"No." Yugi turned to smile tiredly up at him. "It's no big deal."
"You need to sleep Yugi." Yami told him seriously. "It's not good for you to stay up all night."
"Look who's talking, mother," Yugi teased him gently. "You're up too."
Yami gave him a quick smile. "It doesn't matter for me Yugi." He said softly. "I may have been given my own body but that doesn't mean I'm mortal. I'm not the same as you are."
"Hey!" Yugi protested, sitting up fast. "You are so!" Yami burst out laughing. "Be quiet," Yugi said frantically, clapping a hand over the darker boy's mouth. "You'll wake everyone up."
Yami looked at him, eyes still sparkling with suppressed laughter. "You say that like being different is a bad thing Yugi." Yugi looked up at him in some confusion. Wasn't it? "I like being different. It means I don't have to worry about things like staying up late or not eating too much. It's also the reason I always win." He grinned and leaned down to give Yugi a quick kiss on the top of his head. "Go to sleep now hikari-chan."
Without looking back to see if Yugi was obeying him the former ruler of Egypt strode off and walked straight into the door. Yugi had to work hard at muffling his laughter, and Yami's cursing was almost certainly too loud, as well as being very inventive. He hadn't known you could do all that.
"Goodnight, oh clumsy one." He said cheekily, as Yami finally got himself straightened out. He could see Yami glaring at him.
"That was a low blow aibou." Yami told him solemnly, "But I guess you're too short to hit any higher aren't you?" He was already out the door when Yugi's pillow hit it.
"I'm sorry," Ron mumbled to Hermione over breakfast the next morning. Yugi smiled. He loved it when people made up.
"Ah... it's... all right..." Hermione looked nonplussed. Apparently she had been expecting to be able to harbor a grudge against Ron for whatever it was he had done, and wasn't sure what to think now that she couldn't. "It's not... your fault."
"Oh... okay." Ron flushed an unbecoming shade of red (it clashed with his hair) and looked down at his plate. "That's good then..."
"Hey," Yugi asked, trying to diffuse the tension. "Where's Bakura? Shouldn't he be here by now?"
Ryou looked up from the cream puffs he was inhaling, eyes suddenly very wide and swallowed a sticky mouthful before replying. "I have no idea where he is. He probably just got bored and took off or something."
"Alright." Yugi smiled cheerfully before looking over at Yami. "Want to play a game of chess?"
Ryou groaned. Ron looked extremely animated all of a sudden. "Do you two play then? You've got to play a game with me! I'm the resident champion of chess here at Hogwarts and I really need someone new to play with. Harry's trying but he's still not very good at it."
Yugi sighed. "Yami will play you. I don't play much anymore. It reminds me of some problems I had."
Yami's face was glowing, and he was smiling like a little kid as he grabbed Ron's hand and dragged the red-haired boy out of the Great Hall with him. "We're going to play chess right now!" He yelled, causing Yugi to groan and try to bury his red face in his hands.
"I don't know him." The petite boy muttered. "I've never seen him before in my life. What he does isn't my responsibility; he's allowed to be an idiot. I hate it when he gets like this. Ugh."
Ryou leaned over and patted him on the shoulders. "Don't worry about it Yugi. At least his recreation's harmless. Relatively speaking at least."
"Yeah," Yugi groaned, "Relatively. Why is it always me?"