Author's note: Yeah so I've fixed the last chapter a bit. It's nothing drastic it's just the part before I fixed was bothering me. So thank you all again for the reviews and I hope you all have a nice day! Oh and by the way if you all want a lemon write to me saying if you do or not. This chapter, if done at all, will be separate from the story and you will miss nothing crucial. So go vote.

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"Move already so I can beat you!" Hermione just sat there, her face anxious. Harry leaned back in his chair grinning, there was absolutely no way she could beat him, his plan was foolproof. Suddenly her face relaxed and moved her queen two spaces.

"Checkmate." She smiled. What? Was that it? The game was now over? But his plan was foolproof; nobody could beat him with that plan. How had she beaten him? He had spent months working on it so he could finally beat Ron mercilessly in a game of chess and Hermione his girlfriend had beaten him with the strategy he made it for the king of chess. His jaw dropped, sitting there for a minute not saying anything, Hermione enjoying every second of it. She knew this strategy was not originally intended for her but for Ron.

/If that is the best he can come up with he should start thinking of taking up another game or become more dedicated to Quiditch. /

"Another Game?" She shook her head no; she felt that she needed to be better at something than him that didn't have to do with academics. "Oh come on Hermione please! Please! Please! PLEASE! PLEEEEAAASSE!" While he had been begging her for a rematch he had gotten up and out of his chair and stepping closer to her with each "please". He now stood right in front of her, and smiled. "Just one more game?"

"No."

"Why do you find so much pleasure in denying the one thing that I want?"

"Because I like to see you beg."

"Fine, be that way. I'll just have to bother you tomorrow, and the next day, and the next day, and the next day, and the next day, and the next day, and the-"

She stood up and he stopped bracing himself for whatever might come next like a pillow to the head. He just stood there waiting for the blow that would start it all. She leaned up and kissed him gently, but passionately. That same warm feeling returned as she nibbled on his lower lip, so lovingly. /This is just perfect. /

She pulled away and took a step back. He sighed and saw her stretch out her hand. Harry, puzzled, peeled back the fingers to find a black king chess piece.

"You really want to play again?"

"Yes."

They sat down setting up the chess board for the next game.