Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.
Note: Written for the Game of Life Challenge (cough, lipstick, the Burrow) and the Demigod Wizard's Duel at the Hunger games (Task 1: write a fic about your rep without stating their name in the story - Ron Weasley; "Do you really think that?", strawberries, trophy).
The Queen
He looked up when Harry let out a cough and shifted his eyes to the side purposefully. Frowning, he set down the chess piece with a quick, calculating glance at the board before turning around.
And the sight that greeted him spread disapproval from the sharp dip in his eyebrow to the pursed lips.
"No," the redhead said, crossing his arms with finality.
"What?" Ginny asked defensively from among her group of friends. Placing her hands on her hips, she stared back at him, lips painted bright red.
He stood up, eyes glaring holes into her clothes, er, the opposite of that, considering he wanted her to cover up more instead of less. Sneering when the tiny black dress rode up with every little movement, he narrowed his blue eyes threateningly. The strong scent of her perfume could be smelled from where he was standing at least 5 feet away from her, filling the room with the sweetness of strawberries.
"You go back to your dorm and change," he demanded. "You look disgusting."
Ginny's red lips dropped in disbelief.
"No," she finally said, blinking in shock.
"Go or I'll tell Mom," was the sharp reply.
Ginny let out a groan. "When did you turn into Percy?"
But nevertheless, she turned and climbed back up the stairs, stomping all the way. Upon hearing the loud slam of a door, he nodded in satisfaction, sitting back down as quiet whispers broke out in the common room at the siblings' display.
There was a silence as Harry stared at the board, eyebrows creased in thought before moving the queen.
"Do you really think that?"
"What?"
"That she looked horrible."
"No, but she can't just walk around in those clothes, if you can even call them that."
"Were you going to really write back to the Burrow?" Harry asked, lifting his eyes curiously.
"Of course," he shrugged, taking in the battlefield. He ordered the knight to move, smashing the queen to pieces.
Ginny finally descended the stairs, cheeks stained an angry pink, glaring fiercely at her brother who only brushed her off. She may not understand his assertions now, but this really was for the best. There were a bunch of people out there with less than innocent intentions, and he would rather Ginny be mad at him than end up broken and crying.
Harry groaned as he watched the painful destruction of one of his most valuable pieces.
"I bet you have chess trophies stacked all around your room, huh?"
He smirked, moving his queen out of reach of Harry's rook. "I may not be smart like Percy or geniuses like Fred and George, but I do know what's best," he glanced at Ginny to see her looking back at him. She still had on a slight frown, but she didn't seem as mad as before.
Well, it was his job as her brother to protect her. Even though he was well aware that she could handle herself just fine.
The redhead leaned back in the armchair as he commanded the queen forward. "Checkmate."