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Dec. 5th, 2002 06:24 amHERMIONE
How many sixth years would drive themselves crazy
By arguing over a game of chess?
Not very many--the way things are going
There'll soon be one less!
RON
Don't believe you, sweetie pie--
HERMIONE
Listen here, Ron, I too had ambitions
How did I get waylaid?
I should smash some flowers!
My potions project is due in the morn.
Instead, I'm your nursemaid
Just setting you up for those glittering prizes
You're so obsessed, you cannot take --
RON
We'll go to Hogsmeade!
I'm ninety percent of the way - for now, can't you just keep --
HERMIONE
Thanks--ten percent--you got me cheap.
RON
No, Hermione --I meant we are ninety percent of the way--
HERMIONE
How many sixth years --seventeen O.W.L. sixth years!
With S.P.E.W. things to shout about -- spend their time
Playing a game in which silence is golden
And speaking a crime?
RON
Maybe if he moved his king....
HERMIONE
All of my studies to prepare for my N.E.W.T.s,
My revising for C.O.M.C. --
Recklessly abandoned
For you who thinks Bleyk Hooves are moves for your knight
And heather-root a third year!
But then when I show you a move you can't fathom
I have to admit it feels great--
RON
Great news for chess fans!
Yeah--that's how he did it--yes, that's how the Slytherin plays!
HERMIONE
Maybe I deserve a date.