Chapter 4 : Wizard's Chess

After my refreshing trip to the bathroom, since I didn't know how I got to James's room, I certainly didn't know how to get back so when James was going to escort me back to my living quarters I told him I really wasn't tired anymore. I had done enough sleeping. "James, is there anything you can do around here?"

"Well I know something we can do..." James said, waving his eyebrows at me. I rolled my eyes and said, "In your dreams, Potter. I meant besides making me retch."

"I've got a wizard's chess set in my room. Or we could play exploding snap."

"Yeah, I'd rather not get my hair burnt off."

"Oh, come on Evans, it will be fun."

"Last time I played Exploding Snap with you, you burnt the couch on the Gryffindor common room, gave me a nasty burn on my shin, and nearly got all of our heads ripped off by McGonagall."

"Oh, that was only because you told! You were such a party pooper!''

"I had a second degree burn on my leg. I had to go straight to pomfrey who made me tell her how it happened. I wouldn't have ratted you out if I didn't have to." James looked at me with a surprised look on his face, and opened his mouth to apologize but I held my hand up to stop him, "Save it, that was a long time ago."

"But Evans, the guys gave you hell for that."

"It's fine, it was a long time ago. Let's go play some wizard's chess." I said, in a tone that clearly said, it's over. James looked like he was about to protest more but I was already pushing past him into his room. I wasn't surprised when I saw that his room, if you could even call it that, was swamped in dirty clothes and quidditch paraphernalia. I mean, I'd heard of a floor closet, but it looked more like his closet puked on his floor. "Pretty impressive right?" he said to me. I rolled my eyes as he dug around in a pile of dirty clothes that hid a cabinet under the mess. He looked in and found his wizard chess set. "Well?" he said, as he cleared a space on his bed, "Let's play."

"Oh, it's on."

Several hours and many chess games later, I saw James beginning to drift off. Now that I could really see in the light, it looked like he hadn't slept for two days. I found myself not that averse to that idea of falling asleep, now that I thought about it. James slumped over onto his pillow and I fell off the bed. It seemed like just a couple seconds until we were both woken up by a sirius black wearing a colander on his head, beating two pans together yelling at the top of his lungs, "RISE AND SHINE, LOVEBIRDS!" I rubbed my head and suddenly became very conscius of the fact that I was sprawled on the floor of James Potter's room. "WAKEY WAKEY JAMES AND LILY!" continued and I informed Sirius very shortly, that I was, in fact of cognizant being. Expressed by a bit drunken, "I'm up, I'm up." and some half-hearted hand signaling from the floor.

It was then that James decided to make his rousing known as well. "Padfoot, we get it, we're up."

"A bit selfish of you James, inviting a lady into your room and making her sleep on the floor like a caveman while you hog the comfortable bed. I'll bet she has a terrible crick in her neck now don't you, Evans?"

"Actually, yes, I do have a bit of a crick in my neck from sleeping on the floor, a bit of frostbite because I had no blankets, and a bit of a headache from all of Sirius's CARRYING ON!" Sirius nodded his head as he kept on going, "And I'm sure, Prongs, that a Head Boy like yourself would have better manners."

"Wait, you're Head Boy?!" I asked, addressing James.

"Yeah."

"And I'm assuming you're Head Girl, Evans?"

"Well, yeah."

"Great! Then you'll both have time to sleep together all you want in your private living quarters, but for now, Evans, you have to go back to your house to get packed, and we need to go to Diagon Alley, term starts in two days, after all.