Toi français (ou québécois, belge, ou bien humain parlant le français) passant par là, oui toi, sache que cette histoire existe aussi dans la langue de Molière. Pour la lire, rends-toi juste sur mon profil. Voilà c'est tout, c'était juste pour te prévenir. Bonne lecture !
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« No Ron, I won't play.
-Come on babe, just one game.
-No, you perfectly well know what I think about these games of chance.
-But George sent me those, it didn't even come out yet, it would be silly not to play!
-No is no Ron, I don't want to play, that's all. »
The Golden Trio was seated in the Great Hall. They had come to Hogwarts for their last year, to obtain their exams. Only a few survivors came with them, like Luna, Neville, Seamus, as well as a few Slytherins like Blaise or Pansy. The most curious thing was to see that Draco came back too. During the summer right after the Battle of Hogwarts, he and his mom had been judged not-guilty. The news had been the headlines for months.
So there they were, the Trio reunited, with Ron and Harry trying to convince Hermione to play « Wizard's Hazard », a deck of cards that will " answer with accuracy whichever question you'll ask, inspired by the great Merlin himself! " as could be read at the back of the package.
« Mione?
-Yes Ron?
-And if I kiss you, will you say yes?
-No, don't you even think about it, you really well know that I can't resist when you kis... »
Ron had meanwhile caught Hermione and had managed the exploit to silence her, thing in general, impossible.
«Is it over? asked Harry, who had made sure to look elsewhere.
-So? asked Ron, while getting away from Hermione.
- Alright, alright, you cruel and deceitful ginger, granted Hermione, still stunned by the kiss.
- But that's how you love me, isn't it? »
At the same time, none other than Draco Malfoy entered in the Great Hall. Ron seeing him arriving, rolled up an arm around his girlfriend's waist.
«Now, we're going to have fun, thought the redhead, a cruel idea in head»
«Oi Malfoy! »
The boy turned his head in the direction of the Gryffindor's tables.
«What is it you want weasel? asked Draco, looking bored.
