AN: For Pottermore, I'm in the house that has the ghost with mummy-issues. And here I was hoping for Gryffindor. But my brother is one, and a friend is in Slytherin. All I'm missing now is a Puff.
Inspiration came from a How I Met Your Mother episode. Can't remember which one.
This has the most chapters out of anything that I wrote. Awesome. Thanks to Hedwige31 for leaving a review. You're also awesome.
Third one wouldn't hurt. And prompts. Those help a lot.
Disclaimer: Last time I checked I am an American brunette. Nice try, but I know that I'm not JK Rowling
Title: "Chess"
Word Count: 787
Don't you wanna stay here a little while?
Don't you wanna hold each other tight?
Don't you wanna fall asleep with me tonight?
Don't you wanna stay here a little while?
We can make forever feel this way
Don't you wanna stay?
—Don't You Wanna Stay, Kelly Clarkson, Jason Aldean
In retrospect, they should soon be joining the large, Christmas breakfast Mrs Weasley made. Though, the laziness of being on break from the Auror Department and the holiday happiness made Halley a sleepier person. She was becoming even fond of sleeping in and waking up in a nice, warm bed the past few days.
She wasn't sleeping in her shared room with Rory—everyone in the Burrow knew the developments of Rory and Hector's relationship. No one wanted to voice them in fear of losing the bet. It made it amusing for Halley to see Rory trying to be subtle that Halley shouldn't be in their room that night.
Halley really did try not to picture them…picturing…them playing Wizard's Chess. Yes, that's it. Those two spent the entire night playing chess. That would only be the explanation for the muffled cries.
No, really.
A new fear shook Halley out of her warm slumber. Something frightening and scream-worthy—what if they used her bed? The sluggish adrenaline then zapped her nerves and forced her to suddenly sit up. Her eyes were wide and she started to untangle herself from the covers, the blankets, and her bedfellow's limbs.
"Halley," Gabriel's voice was muffled because his face was engulfed in a pillow. "Don't. It will be embarrassing for everyone if you walk in." He lifted his head up. "Think about the trauma you'll get."
Ever since Hogwarts let out its students for the holiday, Gabriel and Halley found themselves resuming a position that wasn't actually…'chess', but just sleeping and enjoying the mutual company.
Though, it did made their relationship under the title known as complicated. Neither was sure if they were actually dating, or waiting for the other to make a move.
"My bed!" Halley insisted in a strained whisper. She pulled a cover over and found a sock that went missing during the night. She slipped it on and searched for the other. "What if they did chess on it?"
"Eh?" Gabriel yawned. "Hang on," he got himself into a sitting position, his bed head nowhere near as messy as Halley's. "The reason why you're so bent is because of a game?"
"No!" Halley sparred him a quick look. She faltered. A part of her greatly appreciated the sight in rumpled bedclothes in a messy bed. It made the smirking monster in her chest stretch its talons out. Though, neither was the time nor place to think about that.
Maybe later tonight, but now wasn't.
"I don't…" His face became as red as his hair. "Oh—Seriously. You're calling it 'chess'?"
"Maybe. Hey, where is my other sock?"
Gabriel sighed and fished for her wand that was under her pillow. He picked it up and held it in the air. "Well, maybe if you remember that you're also a witch…"
Halley twisted around on the bed and reached for the wand. "Right. I knew that."
Gabriel laughed and slipped his free arm around her waist. He held her wand up higher. "Then come and get it."
