The Master of the Board

They could play until dawn,
Taking each and every pawn.
Making their way across the squares
Giving each other angry glares.
After only a couple hours
All that's left are a few towers,
The tallest boy laughs at the other's face
As he moves his queen straight ahead with grace.
The king is knocked off his throne.
As the dictator lets out a frustrated groan,
It looks like he has won again.
He is the best and always has been;
He may not be good at everything
But in chess Ron Weasley truly is the king.