A/N: Written on New Year's Eve at about 9:30. I myself got pretty bored. ;)

Bored

"Bored. Bored, bored, bored."

"Fancy a game of Exploding Snap then Ron?"

"No!" Ron slammed his head down against his desk, prompting a heated 'shush' from Hermione, who was studiously taking notes, following their ghostly teacher's monologue with rapt attention.

"What do you suggest then?" Harry asked. History of Magic was always a boring class for the pair – knowing that for the end of year exam they could just copy Hermione's notes.

"I dunno." Ron said. "How about a game?"

"Tic-tac-toe?"

"No."

"Hangman?"

"'Fraid not."

"Exploding Snap?"

"I've already told you no." At this point in time, Hermione was fed up with their constant chatter.

"Shush!" She hissed, hitting them both over the head with a book. The teacher continued droning without even noticing the interruption.

The book seemed to have rattled something in Harry's brain, though. He had an idea.

"Hey Ron!" He whisper-yelled. "Remember Myrtle? 'Ten points if you can get it through her stomach! Fifty points if it goes through her head!'" A slow smile spread across Ron's face as he remembered the day, years ago now, that they had found Riddle's diary in Myrtle's bathroom.

"Excellent."

They decided to forgo throwing books, and instead opted for little balls made of parchment.

"Ten points." Harry called Ron's throw.

"No way! That was through the chest, it should be at least fifteen!"

"Okay," Harry agreed. "Ten for the stomach, fifteen chest/shoulders, twenty-five neck, fifty for the head."

"How about below the waist?" Harry smirked.

"Five for legs, twenty for his… area." Ron laughed quietly. "You keep score." Ron divided a piece of parchment into two small columns, putting 'Harry' at the top of one and 'Ron' at the top of the other. The two quickly became enamored with their game, calling each other's throws fairly.

Harry didn't notice the balls of paper being thrown at his own head until someone hissed "Harry!"at him. He turned around to look at the speaker.

"What?" He asked Lavender.

"What are you two doing?" Harry turned around and wrote her a brief synopsis of the rules. She took the parchment, read it, and laughed. 'Pass it on.' He mouthed.

Quickly enough, the entire class was absorbed in the little game. Too many were playing for Harry and Ron to keep score, so they decided to abstain from keeping score at all.

The class ended, and they turned to see Hermione sitting, with teeth clenched, holding her quill tightly. The day's notes sitting neatly in front of her.

"Which one of you thought that up?" She asked, fuming.

"What makes you think it was one of us?" Ron asked, innocently.

"It's always one of you. And if you think-" Her furious monologue was cut off by the rest of their classmates surrounding the pair.

"Who won?" They chorused.

"Er…" Harry began. "After everyone joined in Ron and I gave up keeping score." Some of the faces fell, obviously looking forward to hear who had done best.

"I do believe," Came a quiet voice from the front, "That Mr. Thomas had the highest score." Their ghostly teacher said from his place at the front of the classroom, motioning to Dean Thomas. "Despite what you believe, we ghosts do recognize when something is passing through us." At this, he left the class.

Silence overtook the group of students. Suddenly it was broken.

"Yes!" Dean crowed, pumping his fist in the air. "I won!"

A/N: Everytime I tried to write 'exploding snap' I accidentally put 'exploding snape.' xD That may prompt a later story.