A/N: Yay! Another one in one day! I kind of like this one. It's short and a little fluffy. I also want to thank one of my friends, Megan, for adding random adjectives and making this fic better! Enjoy!

Disclaimer: If I was JKR would I be freaking out about meeting Lauren and Lena from The Moaning Myrtles and The Butterbeer Experience?


Knight

The common room was packed with students returning from their Christmas break, and Fred and George were playing Wizard Chess in two chairs by the window. Fred was winning, as usual, and George kept getting distracted, as usual. He saw Ron climb through the portrait hole accompanied by Harry and Hermione. Ron glanced at Hermione and smiled. George knew Ron had been lusting after Hermione for a year or so, but was too nervous to do anything about it.

Out of the corner of his eye, George saw Fred's bishop slide across the board and ruthlessly attack one of his pawns. He grasped the cool marble bits of his pawn and placed it on the side of the board.

"What's going on George? You usually put up more of a fight than this," Fred inquired. "Are you looking for someone?" he continued with a twinkle in his eye.

George looked back at the board and replied, "No, I'm just… Tired."

How does he always know? George pondered to himself.

Fred nodded, still smiling, and continued to play. After fifteen minutes had passed, George was losing miserably. The only pieces of his that had not been destroyed were his king and knight. Victory was impossible now; the only thing he could do was last as long as possible.

"Knight to E4," George called out.

Fred smiled. "Queen to E4," He stated coolly.

His queen slid across the board towards George's helpless knight. She turned, intent upon her prey, drew her staff, and struck. The pieces of George's knight were strewn about the floor from the force of the queen's ruthless blow. George bent down to pick up one of the pieces, but his fingers, instead of meeting marble, met smooth skin. His eyes followed the arm upward until they met a pair of sparkling amber eyes.

Alicia quickly withdrew her hand as her cheeks filled with color. George looked away quickly, but Fred had already noticed the look on George's face and was now chuckling to himself, tidying the chess board after his easy victory.