AN: Umm… yeah, don't have much to say about this one other than it's been sitting on my hard drive for a while now. I'm still not sure if I like the ending and it's more of a gen fic than a H/Hr. But I hope you like it anyway! It's unbeta'd so blame the mistakes and junk on… the shifty eyed dog.

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“Just give it up, Hermione! He's never lost!” Ron groaned, propping his head up on his hand, his elbow resting on the kitchen table.

Hermione frowned and shook her head slightly. “My honor's at stake here.”

Ron shook his head and sighed again, looking between his two friends in a monster marathon of a stare down. Harry had won against Neville, Dean, Ginny and Ron with ease.

“Just because you're my girlfriend, doesn't mean I'm going to let you win,” Harry murmured.

Hermione quirked a grin, raising an eyebrow in challenge. “We'll see about that.” She bent forward a bit more, her concentration sharpening on Harry's eyes.

“My money's on Granger,” Seamus murmured to no one in particular. Half the Gryffindor common room had gathered around the small table to watch the two seventh years battle it out with Ron as referee. Hermione was hunched forward on the table, her eyes steady, her lips pursed in determination. Harry on the other hand was sitting lazily back in his chair, his arm draped negligently over the back. A small smile tugged at the corners of his lips, his eyes were half lidded in lazy contemplation. He was the picture of confidence and ease.

One that Hermione seemed bound and determined to crush beneath her shiny black shoe.

“You do realize that no matter what you do, you're screwed Harry,” Ron spoke up after another few seconds of silence.

“How so?” Harry murmured, his eyes never straying from Hermione's.

“Well, she's your girlfriend so if you win, she'll be pissed and that means no snogging for about a month, but if you lose, you'll lose the respect of your mates and you'll have to change your name to Harriett and wear a pink bow in your hair,” Ron replied with a grin. “And pink really isn't your color.”

“Sod off, Weasley,” Harry replied, a grin twitching at his lips. “And I saw Hermione pay you three galleons to try to distract me. Some referee you are.”

Ron sat back with a huff. “Sorry Hermione. I did my best.”

“It's ok, Ron. You did do your best,” she replied reaching over to pat his arm but instead patting his crotch.

“OI!” Ron screeched leaping up out of his chair.

Hermione immediately looked over in surprise and Harry punched his fist into the air. “And Potter wins again!”

“That's not fair!” Hermione gasped looking back over at her boyfriend. “That was an accident!”

“That my love is called prudent planning,” Harry replied handing Ron five galleons and smirking over at Hermione.

“You cheat! And you liar!” Hermione gasped looking between Ron and Harry as the rest of the common room traded currency, favors, pride and various items from Weasley's Wizard Wheezes. “How did you know I was going to do that?!”

“A master never tells his secrets,” Harry replied leaning back in his chair, folding his hands behind his head.

Hermione narrowed her eyes over at Harry. “Best two out of three?”

“You're on,” Harry replied immediately. He leaned forward blinking and opening and closing his eyes. “Ok, now!”

“Ron, you're refereeing again,” Hermione murmured out the corner of her mouth even as she slipped a few galleons under the table toward him.

“Yes, you're so good at it,” Harry replied slipping a few more galleons under the table.

Ron leaned back with a smirk and felt a few more galleons slide into his hand. “There's more if Hermione wins this time,” he heard a voice that sounded suspiciously like Ginny murmur in his ear.

“Consider it done,” he murmured back.