Her Majesty

"Uh, Harry?" Ron said as Harry held his rook over an empty square on a chess board.

"Yeah?"

"D'you know what kind of idiot move you're about to make?"

Harry studied the board. "Stop bluffing. You're not fooling me." Harry placed his castle in the square that it had hovered over.

"I wasn't bluffing. Checkmate." Ron moved his bishop one square diagonally.

Harry scanned the board in bewilderment.

"It's okay to cry," Ron said patronizingly while he gathered up his chess set. "The sad thing is that you're my best opponent."

"Is that a complement?"

This was left unanswered as the two left the boys dorm and entered the common room. The two always kidded each other around like that; pretending to insult each other. Every once and awhile, they tried to kid around with Hermione too, but she was a bit less understanding.

Harry sat down in a comfy chair and picked up an acoustic guitar that he had purchased earlier that year--since he had bought it, he had learned to play quite well. He strummed a few chords before the sound of Hermione coming down the stairs sounded through the room. Her loud footsteps told that she was a bit peeved. Immediately, Harry began to strum on his guitar and sang with a smile:

"Her Majesty, she's a pretty nice girl, but she doesn't have a lot to say. Her Majesty, she's a pretty nice girl, but she changes from day to day. I wanna tell her that I love her a lot, but I gotta get a belly full of wine; Her Majesty, she's a pretty nice girl, some day I'm gonna make her mine, oh yeah, some day I'm gonna make her mine."

As soon as Harry got in Hermione's arm reach she tried to punch him out.

"What the heck?" Harry got up, somewhat laughing at Hermione's bad attitude as she tried to get him so she could sock him.

Ron rubbed his temples and laid back on a couch.

"What's wrong with you?" Harry laughed as he dodged a punch.

"Why do you always make fun of me?" Hermione said heatedly as she grabbed Harry's hair, stopping him momentarily.

"I sang a song!"

"You deliberately sung it when I came down!"

"Jeez, what's wrong with you? Can't you take a song?"

Hermione threw a pillow at Harry. "Shut up!"

Harry continued to run from Hermione until she had cornered him. Harry laid himself on the floor in the fetal position and stayed there, still, until Hermione was done thrashing him with a chair cushion. Then Hermione stormed out of the common room, slamming the portrait behind her.

Harry got up and straightened his clothes and sat back down in his chair as though nothing had happened. It was that time of the month again.

"Girl problems," Harry and Ron said in unison.

Then Harry got back to his guitar.

"Her Majesty, she's a pretty nice girl, but she doesn't have a lot to say. Her Majesty, she's a pretty nice girl, but she changes from day to day. I wanna tell her that I love her a lot, but I gotta get a belly full of wine; Her Majesty, she's a pretty nice girl, some day I'm gonna make her mine, oh yeah, some day I'm gonna make her mine..."