Everlasting
Things at Hogwarts were not as they seemed. Harry was battling with Ron over a chess board, and while the game seemed innocent to Harry, Ron was seeing a whole different game. Ron was intense, with sweaty palms and greedy green eyes that were always locked on the board, he seemed to be fighting for something in particular. Harry's pawn skipped a space on the board and was almost immediately dispatched of. The pieces scattered across the playing field. Harry sighed in contentment, his breath visible in the air. Hogwarts had gotten cold only a few days ago, and yet it was already snowing. Ron grinned as he sent his queen forward and practically shouted "Checkmate!" Harry stood and smiled, which made Ron feel less excited. He'd just won against the all mighty Harry Potter and Harry hadn't even looked upset. He felt mocked. Why could he never get ahead of the 'Chosen One'. Hermione looked to both of them and scowled. "Really that game is so silly, and messy as well." Her skin was pale, but the cold gave her rosy cheeks and a very red nose. Ron felt dejected again, did she not feel any pride in winning a game? Was she not watching him as he showed his dominance? 'One day' Ron told himself, 'one day she'll be mine.'
