The Hogwarts' Annual Championship Tournament of Chess: 3
Yule was coming up quickly, and Hermione had to juggle classes, Head duties, chess practice, and now preparing for the Yule Ball, a 'staple in the growth of young witches and wizards', if Astoria Greengrass was to be believed.
"We already picked the decorations, Macmillan, you can't decide to change them to red and green because they're 'Christmas colors'," Malfoy snapped. Hermione had noted that Malfoy spoke more often ever since they sat together in Charms as if she had knocked some sense into him, and she was glad the Heads were finally working as a team.
"Thank you, Malfoy. Ernie, he's right. We've already spent the past week charming our orders to be silver and gold, and unless you want to spend the next week and a half changing them back by yourself, leave it alone." Hermione nodded at the end of her statement decisively, and Ernie rolled his eyes but turned back to the other Prefects. If any of them agreed with changing the colours, they did not move a muscle. One thing about the combined power of the Heads was that Hermione now had the equivalent of hired muscle working with her, so while she kept students in line through boredom, rule-following, or magic, Malfoy was able to stare them down over her shoulder, leaving her talents typically unnecessary. "Do we have any other comments on the Yule Ball or should we adjourn to continue decorating?"
Noah raised a hand cautiously. "Erm, the Dance Club is refusing to relinquish the Great Hall, they have a rehearsal scheduled that night and they don't want to move it."
"I thought we already reserved the Great Hall weeks ago, why is this suddenly a problem?" Astoria crossed her arms and glared at Noah, who paled and backed away slightly.
"I've been arguing with them since I was given this assignment, and I've done my best," though he seemed to be a little frightened of the witch, Noah stood his ground.
"Yet you didn't think about asking someone else to help you?" Malfoy cut in with a sharp edge to his voice.
Hermione cursed under her breath, tugging harshly on a curl of hair that fell from her bun. This was not the first time she had to deal with the issues that came from student clubs, as students seemed to always have a reason to form groups and then complain to her for hours about it. The last time that happened, she threatened to give out detentions for a month if one more student took up her time to rant about their problems. The moment the group of Hufflepuffs had turned and fled, Malfoy laughed himself out of his chair and didn't stop until she left their office in a huff. There was a minuscule part of her - truly a tiny, microscopic bit - that empathized with Umbridge's crusade against student activities, barring the Ministry surveillance and blatant evil that emanated from the toad-like witch. "Whoever decided to allow students to have clubs and then put me in charge of them deserves to rot in hell."
The Prefects looked rather concerned, but Malfoy just stifled a chuckle and leaned against his desk, crossing his legs. "Frustrated, are you, Granger?" He asked. "Don't worry, I'll take care of it."
"Are you sure?" She asked, turning to him and trying not to let her relief show and sway his decision. He nodded, leaning forward and taking the clipboard and quill from her to jot his name and assignment down. Hermione tried to ignore her flush from how close he had gotten and how their fingers had accidentally brushed together when he handed the quill back.
His returning smile looked more like he was baring his teeth at her. "My winning personality can cause them to run off screaming in no time."
"W-well, that takes care of that," Noah said nervously, glancing back and forth between the two Heads. "Thank you."
"If that's all, then you're dismissed," Hermione sighed. When the last Prefect left the room, she slumped in her desk chair. "I knew we shouldn't have let the dance club form. Letting them book the Great Hall twice a week regardless of holidays was a shit decision and I will never let Parvati off the hook for abstaining her vote just because she was seeing someone in the club."
Malfoy chuckled again, a little louder this time. "How's the chess going?"
Hermione groaned in reply, head down on her desk.
"That bad?"
"I'm losing to a room."
"Erm, sorry?" She could hear the confusion in his voice and couldn't help her laugh.
"No matter, it's just not working out for me. There's too much going on."
"What else do you have to do? I'm sure you've finished your Transfiguration essay already."
"There are a few more Head things on my plate and I've got homework in Ancient Runes that I have to get done. That's not even counting chess practice and-"
"Practice? Are you playing by yourself?" Hermione hesitated.
"Of a sort," she hedged, and then waved a hand at him, propping her head up onto her arm. "I don't know what I was thinking when I agreed to put effort into the tournament."
His eyes shone as he suppressed a smile. "I'm sure you were worked into a right snit. Couldn't let them get away with thinking they were your betters."
Hermione narrowed her eyes at him, trying to discern if he was mocking her or just teasing. "No, I've had to deal with that for seven years," she said, a note of mirth an olive branch to see how he would react. She cocked her head, exhaustion mostly gone as he winced slightly, a movement that was barely noticeable even as she stared at him.
"Ah, yes, I am sorry about that, Granger," he murmured, dipped his head towards her, and swept out of the Heads' office, causing Hermione's stomach to churn slightly.
She hadn't meant to be rude or cruel, but she couldn't get the sentence to come out right no matter how she said it. With a sigh, she gathered her things, knowing an apology was due to the blonde.
It might be late night, when even the Prefects had done their rounds and gone to bed, but Hermione was still awake. She had been putting off practice to combat her growing pile of homework - NEWT-level subjects were stressful - but she needed the practice after devouring every chess book she could get her hands on.
The Room of Requirement was acting… shifty. The fireplace kept flickering unnaturally, and the temperature was constantly changing. Every so often, a slight tremor would shake the room, eerily like how someone would shudder.
"Is everything alright?" She asked tentatively, keeping an eye out for any falling objects. She'd had enough things happen the last time the room shook. The air warmed, the signal she assumed meant yes. With a nod, Hermione made some tea and then slid into her seat at the chess table. Just as she raised her mug to her lips to take a sip, she paused, narrowing her eyes.
"Did you-" she broke herself off at the absurdity of her thought process. "Have you been cheating?" The pipes in the walls groaned in response, and she shot to her feet.
"I cannot believe you!" She said though she didn't sound too angry. "Have you been cheating this entire time?" The air warmed and cooled almost hesitantly. Scoffing, Hermione plopped back into her chair. "I'm thinking I want a better partner – one who won't cheat," she sniffed primly. With another rattle that sounded like a sigh, there was a loud creaking, a shout, and then a flash of blonde as Malfoy dropped from the ceiling.
"Malfoy?" Hermione shrieked, spilling her tea and hissing as she burned herself. She Vanished the mess and then ran over to the Head Boy, who groaned as he sat up from his prone position.
"Granger?" His voice was high-pitched until he coughed twice. "What the fuck is going on?" He asked with a little hint of a snarl.
"You're in the Room of Requirement," Hermione placed one hand on his shoulder and the other on the small of his back to help prop him up and give him comfort. She felt him shiver unexpectedly. "I'm not sure what happened on your end, but it seems the Room provided me with a chess partner."
"A chess- what- Granger, you need to explain better," he groaned, holding a hand to his temples.
"Can you get me a rag?" Hermione asked politely, and Malfoy blinked at her.
"No, I can't get you a rag, I'm the one-" he cut himself off as a pop echoed around the room until a rag was lying beside them. Hermione pulled out her wand, casting a quick Aguamenti to dampen the rag and then a light Freezing Charm to cool it, and pressed it against Malfoy's forehead.
"I'm sorry about the room, it's a little temperamental today," she said loudly with a pointed glance at the ceiling, and the floor shook slightly. Malfoy paled.
"Should you be antagonizing it at the moment?" He asked hesitantly. Hermione shrugged.
"I've done it before, and it hasn't murdered me yet." If she wasn't so distracted with checking for brain damage, his panic would have been a little funny. "So, Malfoy, what are you doing here?"
Malfoy wiped the concern from his expression and scanned the room as he talked. "I was wandering the castle and I came across the Room of Requirement. I was going to think of a place to go inside when the floor opened, and I fell in here. I must admit, this wasn't the most pleasurable dramatic entrance I've had."
"This late at night? What were you going to ask for?" Hermione asked softly, handing him the ice after determining he would be alright.
Malfoy shrugged, looking away. He seemed ready to bolt, refusing to turn to face her.
"You don't have to leave just because I'm here. You can wish for a wall or stay by the fire or the bookshelves, and I won't say anything," she promised, feeling a little bad for him. Hermione loved to talk, but she could deal with silences, especially with someone who spoke as little as Malfoy. And just because she was constantly using the Room of Requirement didn't mean she had a claim on the whole thing. He finally met her gaze, his steel eyes clashing with hers in a way that set small shivers up and down her spine.
Malfoy inspected her slowly, whether to gauge her intentions or sincerity.
"What's in here?" He stood carefully, wincing a little and rubbing his back as he walked over to the chess table. Hermione watched his face as he noticed the chess pieces, but he kept his expression even, though he had reached out with one hand and almost reverently touched the queen he carved.
"A quiet place to practice," Hermione cleared her throat, suddenly remembering he had asked her a question. "I, erm, I made our- the pieces magical. One of the books I read detailed how a wizard's chess set is made, and it was relatively simple. Just a variation of the Piertotum Locomotor spell with some other enchantments." With a nod that seemed more to himself than to her, Malfoy Conjured a chair just like hers and sat down smoothly.
"Would you care to practice with me?" He asked, glancing at her quickly.
"Are you any good?" She hadn't meant to sound sarcastic, but he snorted a little regardless.
"I'd say so. Good enough to lose by choice." Hermione took the other seat, staring at the chessboard, trying to see what kind of opponent Malfoy would be.
"Why would you want to lose?" She asked distractedly, pushing a pawn forward. He matched it quickly, causing her to struggle to think of the next move.
"Winning a chess tournament isn't the biggest concern for me. I'm having – ah – a little difficulty with my understanding of Arithmancy. Not focusing on the tournament gives me more time in the library." Hermione moved her bishop, and he tapped long fingers to his chin in thought.
"Why do you always leave whenever I enter the library?" If Hermione wasn't watching, she would have missed the way his fingers flexed just as he reached for his knight.
"I'm not sure I understand the question," he said evenly, but Hermione saw the tremor as he lifted the piece.
"I've noticed that you always leave the library whenever I go in to study. Why is that?"
He smirked at her. "Have you been watching me? I can't say I blame you."
Hermione flushed but shook her head as she moved another pawn. "That's beside the point," she hissed, "and you haven't answered my question yet."
"You haven't answered mine."
She stared at the chessboard with narrowed eyes as she contemplated the game and the man before her. "Fine. I'll get that answer out of you soon enough, though," she said, and he tilted his head with a smirk.
He lost it when she took his knight three moves later.
"I have a proposition for you," Hermione finally broke the silence as she palmed the shattered chess piece, setting it victoriously beside the board.
"I know I'm a god in bed, but I think that's a little forward-"
"Not that, Malfoy," the flush was back, "I need the practice for the tournament. At this point, I have to seriously compete. If I back out now, not only will the teasing last through Hogwarts, but I'm sure it will come up in later years."
"And what are you proposing then?" He said, nodding along as he considered the different outcomes.
"That you practice with me at least a couple of days a week. Maybe a match or two every other day, or when you have time, but I can't keep playing the Room of Requirement. For one, it doesn't have the commentary of what I did wrong during the game."
"What's in it for me?" She had to fight to keep the impressed look off her face, he had smoothly transitioned the topic without providing a hint of what he was thinking, while at the same time planning through the next few moves as he cornered her king. She wondered briefly if that was a Malfoy trait or a Slytherin one, and if that meant most Slytherins would be exceptional at chess.
"I'll help you study for Arithmancy. It's one of my favourite subjects, and Merlin knows I need to take a break to study every once in a while, anyways. We could meet in the library or here and dedicate a day or two a week to study." He considered her offer, one hand going to his chin. Hermione found herself slightly entranced by the finger that was tapping beside his lips, which then caused her gaze to narrow on his lips.
With a blush, she broke her gaze and forced herself to stare at the chessboard, unsure of how she had gotten so unfocused.
He didn't look convinced, so she tried to add a little more to the deal. "Plus, if you think about it, imagine what Ron would look like when I beat him," she coaxed.
"Alright, I'm in," he said immediately, fingering his rook as he thought. "What's our schedule going to look like?"
She frowned. "Why am I the one coming up with a schedule?"
He gave her a pointed look in return. "I'm sure you have a colour-coded schedule in your bag right now."
"Fine," she grumbled. "Just for that, we'll study Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays. We can play chess Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays." She was looking for the line in the sand. Meeting up with him six times a week was excessive, and she didn't need to play chess with him every other day. But she wanted to see how far she could push him.
"Sounds reasonable enough to me," he said with a nod that caused her to startle in shock.
"What? But-"
He shrugged. "Other than studying and now this," he indicated the chessboard with a dip of his head, "I don't have a lot to do. Or anyone to do things with, so I have the time." Hermione pursed her lips. She hadn't seen him with anyone, not classmates, friends, or even the group of Slytherins he had been friends with before the war.
"Alright," she said. "When would work best for you, and where would you like to study?" She had almost forgotten the game as she contemplated him, and he waited to respond until she made her next move, pushing her queen out to take his bishop and effectively free her king.
"The library? It probably has a wider expanse of books than the Room of-" A loud clanking cut him off as another bookshelf popped out of nowhere, and the room grew warmer. Hermione had to shed her jacket, leaving her in a Muggle tee due to the heat. He inspected her clothing with narrowed eyes before turning back to the game.
"Maybe a few days in the library and Thursdays in here," he offered, and she nodded.
"We could study after classes and practice chess after dinner." Malfoy closed his eyes to think it through and then reached out a hand to shake.
"You have a deal, Granger." His eyes flicked from her face to the chessboard and back again, a wry smile curling over his lips. Hermione was so shocked by the smile that she almost missed his next words. "Checkmate, by the way."
With a gasp, Hermione sprung from her seat, staring in horror at the board. "That's impossible!" She cried. "The Sokolsky Opening was my favourite! This was the one pattern that beat the room!"
His smile had vanished until he was studying her almost critically. "The Sokolsky is a good start if you were facing people who rarely played. If you study chess or play it a lot, it's easy to tell what you are doing and how to counter it. If you start with the Sokolsky and then transition into a-"
They spent another hour reviewing the opening and the next few patterns before noting the time and rushing to bed to get a few hours of sleep.
"Thanks, Malfoy," Hermione said as they left the Room of Requirement.
"Thank you, Granger," he said, staying by the door and watching her until she turned the corner and lost sight of him.
Draco jumped slightly when Hermione dropped her schoolbag on the table they were using to study. It was rarer now for her to be in the library, drawing stares from nearby students - especially for her chosen desk partner - until the blonde scared them away with a sneer. While she spent most of her free time in the Room of Requirement with Draco or wandering the castle with her Gryffindor friends so they wouldn't notice her disappearances, it felt refreshing and nostalgic to be studying once more in the library.
"Merlin's beard, Granger I know you have all sorts of charms on your bag, so why does it still sound heavy when you drop it?"
She shrugged. "I'm not sure, but you're welcome to carry it for me if you would like." Draco pursed his lips and rolled his eyes, and she smiled to show she was only joking.
"What would you like to start with?"
"This isn't a tutoring session, it's just glorified studying with someone who is able to teach the subject to one who does not fully understand," he grumbled.
"Draco," she deadpanned, "that is the exact definition of tutoring. Give or take a few words, of course."
With another eye-roll, Draco pushed his parchment over to her as she slid into the chair beside him. "Did you understand what Professor Vector meant in Ancient Runes when she reviewed this solution?"
"This was the first thing she covered last class, no wonder you're so confused. Honestly, do you not pay attention in classes?"
"Of course I pay attention, I was just distracted. That's what happened to you in Transfiguration the other day, but you don't see me holding it over your head," he complained, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms. Hermione did her best to not ogle the way his Oxford shirt stretched over his chest and stared at the parchment so hard it might have burst into flames.
In truth, she had become lost in thought thinking about when he had passed her desk on the way back to the classroom. She had drifted off, her imagination creating a scenario in which he didn't merely tap his fingers on the wood and instead sat beside her, taking her hand in his and then leaning forward until they were inches apart, and-
Draco, still muttering under his breath with his eyes shut, broke her from the daydream when his complaints grew a little too loud.
"Be quiet before Pince kicks us out," she hissed, swatting his knee as she inspected his notes. "And my distraction was different, I was… I was thinking about our last chess match."
He fell silent and she looked up after a beat to notice his heavy gaze on her, head tilted to the side and eyes narrowed slightly in contemplation. "I see. Then it seems your distraction was indeed different from mine."
Unable to find any words in response, Hermione ducked her head with a flush as she turned back to her bag, rooting inside until she could find her own notes on the subject. When she pulled out her textbook, however, another folder slid out, and she was just about to put her Arithmancy notes back into her bag when a sudden thought struck her.
"Hang on," she began slowly, "Draco, didn't you say you needed help in Arithmancy?" Draco looked first at her notes and then his roll of parchment she held in her hands, both from a separate class.
He cleared his throat loudly, lunging for his own bag to find his items for Arithmancy. "Isn't a bloke allowed to perform badly in more than one class?"
Based on the multitude of imperfections in the homework and notes for both classes, it seemed like he wasn't lying. However, Hermione couldn't shake the nagging feeling that he was withholding something from her, but he was truly doing poorly so she tutored - "assisted" - him nonetheless.
It reminded her of helping Harry and Ron, though with Draco, she didn't have to physically do his work for him and her face would flush and her fingertips and arms would tingle whenever she brushed up against him or he would reach over to steal her quill because he somehow had forgotten his.
This was what it was like to study with someone who intellectually matched you and also cared about schoolwork, she thought to herself while Draco was furiously marking up her essay for Charms, grinning as he wrote random notes in the margins. They were able to toe the line between having fun and getting work done, and somehow, by the time they began to pack up and walk back to their Common Rooms, their chairs had shifted so they sat shoulder-to-shoulder throughout most of the evening.
"Granger, come on, we have to open the ball and we're going to be late," Malfoy complained from the bottom of the staircase. Hermione snorted to herself as she rounded the corner and walked down the stairs to the blonde Slytherin who was checking his watch for what must have been the fifth time.
"I'm five minutes early, Draco, that's hardly late."
"I suppose you wouldn't know it's polite to be ten minutes early to an event," he grumbled without looking up at her while she made it down half of the staircase, walking slowly just in case she tripped on her dress.
"I'm five minutes early to our agreed-upon entrance, which means I am fifteen minutes early to the Hogwarts' Yule Ball."
"The Brightest-Witch-of-Our-Age has to go above and beyond again," he grumbled below her. She rolled her eyes and restrained the urge to jump the last few steps and tackle him.
"Stop your whinging, it's not attractive at all. And pick one thing or the other to complain about anyway, you can't have it both ways."
He glanced up, mouth open and brows furrowed, an angry retort clearly prepared on the edge of his tongue when his jaw went slack as he saw her.
She wore a silver dress that hugged her curves, shimmering in the candlelight that adorned the walls and ceiling. This year's Yule Ball, with its classy and simple decorations, looked, in her eyes, more romantic in its celebration than in her Fourth year, when it was bright and loud. She held part of her skirts in her hand as she descended the steps, not willing to stumble on the staircase and glad she cast a charm to preserve the sparkles on the material so they would not rub off.
Draco never responded, instead choosing to close his mouth and grin, holding out his elbow for her to take.
"You look stunning, Granger," he said, causing her to blush slightly.
"You don't look too bad yourself, Malfoy," she laughed in response, her gaze sweeping over his black dress robes and perfectly coiffed hair. He looked much better than she was giving him credit for, and she hurried to squish any butterflies that had been flitting in her stomach.
"Ready to open the show?"
"A little nervous, to be honest, for so many eyes to be on me, but dancing was fun, from what I can remember of last time." She felt his arm flex slightly under her hand and darted a glance up at his face. Sometimes she forgot he was a lot taller than her, normally seeing him when they were both sitting.
"Ah, yes, your last dance partner was Krum, was he not? I must say, I am a much better dancer than he was."
"And how do you know? I don't recall ever dancing with you or, for that matter, you dancing with him. Did you lead or did you let Viktor do it?" Draco pursed his lips and rolled his eyes, glaring at her from the corner of his eye.
"No, we didn't dance together, but I have years of dance lessons thanks to my Mother under my belt, and I am sure you could not find a better partner than me."
"Well, now is a better time than any to find out," she laughed as they entered the Great Hall, and both of them took a moment to survey the decorations they, along with the Prefects, spent ages trying to perfect. The gigantic Christmas trees Hagrid had brought in were the best, however, with their flame-proof charms protecting them from the candles that blazed on some of the branches.
"I'm glad Ernie didn't change the colour scheme," Hermione mused, sharing a quick grin with Draco, "silver and gold look much better together than red and green, no matter how Christmassy."
"You're just saying that so you don't have Slytherin colours in the Great Hall."
"Technically there is silver in your House colours. Have you never looked at your tie?"
He grumbled under his breath, jostling his elbow so it brushed her ribs lightly, but continued to lead her to the front where Headmistress McGonagall waited patiently.
"Five Galleons says the punch will be spiked within the next two hours," he breathed in her ear as they stepped onto the dance floor, turning to face each other and begin the dance as soon as McGonagall gave the cue.
"Double that and I bet it's already spiked," she whispered as they watched the Headmistress. Under the guise of clasping hands for the first dance, they shook on it, and Hermione let her gaze flick to the punch bowl, where already several seventh- and eighth- years were gathered when they would normally stay away from the fruity, non-alcoholic drink.
"Ready?" He mouthed as Headmistress McGonagall wrapped up her speech and stepped aside for Professor Flitwick to begin conducting.
With a nod and a bright smile, Hermione inhaled through her nose as Draco pulled her closer, one hand warm against her waist as the music started.
By the end of the dance she was almost out of breath, both from the constant movement and the heat she swore was simmering between her and the other Head student. She had to glance down when they stepped apart to be sure his hand hadn't seared through her dress from where it rested on her hip, as that would have been the only explanation for the fever-like warmth that pleasantly burned.
For a moment, as they took the last few steps and then froze at the end of their dance, all they could do was stand there, holding each other tightly, both panting to catch their breath. She chanced to look up at him, prepared to shift her gaze elsewhere until her amber eyes met his silver ones, and she felt his hand briefly tighten around hers. The background noise of the Prefects entering the dance floor and the next dance beginning faded and the pair only moved when Parvati and her dance partner, some seventh-year Ravenclaw, briefly stumbled into them, glaring at the Heads for staying still as the music picked up.
Draco fluidly swept Hermione into the next dance, murmuring, "it seems we have a second dance together before we can make our exit," his breath tickling her ear as he shifted closer for a moment. She nodded, unable to make a sound as he spun her, much to the judgment of Parvati's date who, Hermione suddenly remembered, was the current leader of the Dance Club. She glared at him over Draco's shoulder until her partner turned her away, an amused smirk gracing his lips. Not that she was focusing on his lips.
"It seems there is no love lost between you and every member of the Dance Club," he chuckled. She had to strain to hear him over the music and was grateful when he repeated his statement closer to her ear.
"Why would Hogwarts students require a club to dance? Do they have way too much free time on their hands? Should I convince the Professors' to give them more homework?" It seemed she could hardly hide her distaste for the club, as even she wouldn't ask for more homework - for other students, of course.
"If you did that you'd be thrown out of school regardless of any bets placed for or against you."
"I suppose you're right, though that doesn't make it any easier."
"Then it seems your only option is to continue glaring at them whenever you cross paths. If only they knew how lucky they truly were to escape a majority of your wrath."
"I'll have you know my wrath has cooled considerably since our little third-year incident," she protested hotly, shifting her glare to him.
"I'm sure," Draco said, laughter evident in his tone, "but what of the wrath you held for Skeeter in your fourth year? And fifth year? And sixth year, with all the canaries and snowballs you pelted people with? And-"
"I get your point." Her face flamed and she trod on his foot, delighting in the way his lips pursed and Parvati's date gaped from beside them. Draco whirled them to the opposite end of the floor, spinning and waltzing her with expertise that only could have come from years of dance lessons.
"And I can tell you have calmed, though I will have a permanent scar on my foot - and my shoes, you witch - from your heels. But yes, clearly you have grown." With a scowl, she aimed to step on his other foot, but he dodged with a grace she clearly lacked.
While their first dance was filled with an awkward, yet sparking silence between them, their second flowed with Draco's waltzing ability, the music of the Weird Sisters in the background, and their easy banter.
Even though their dance had been filled with easygoing quips and repartee, the end was once again overshadowed by whatever had ignited between them. Hermione - and the butterflies in her stomach - could feel the intensity of this moment between her and Draco, and she, though attempting to squash the notion, hoped he felt it too.
She didn't get to dance with Draco again during the rest of the Ball, but throughout the majority of the evening, she felt a prickling sensation at the back of her neck, as if someone was staring hard at her from across the room.
a/n: I'm having a difficult time trying to figure out how to cut my story into different chapters. Some scenes are extremely long and some are tiny so it doesn't really work trying to have an even amount of words each chapter, so I have officially given up lol. You all will just have to deal with shorter or longer chapters I guess :)
Next update: 7/18
- Meg
