{A/N: Okay guys... this is the chapter I put up for teaser to get more people reading my story. It's my favorite so far. I've put a lot of details in this-such as the fact that when Ginny gets defensive, she does a defensive move. And likewise with Harry and his aggressiveness. I hope you all appreciate the work I've put into this-And REVIEW!! Please? :-) Enjoy!}

CHESS

Harry wandered down to the common room again that night. He did not feel like sleeping, he was so preoccupied their lack of information about 'The Order'. So preoccupied, in fact, he was not looking where he was going.

Harry tripped over a chair and landed on the floor with a smack. Then he heard laughing.

"Lost in thought, Harry?" Ginny picked up the fallen chair and laughed some more. Harry began to feel himself redden. Ginny attempted to stop laughing.

"Oh, but I'm sure tons have people have done that. Well..." Ginny giggled again. "Not really."

Ginny continued to stifle laughter as she helped Harry up, who suddenly began chuckling also.

"Are you making Ifun/I of me?" he said in mock offense, touching a fluttery hand to his chest.

"Yes," Ginny said, completely serious, until Harry sniffed haughtily, at which point the two exploded hysterically.

"So you're not tired again?" Ginny asked.

Harry shook his head, and asked her if she wanted to play a game of Chess.

"Unless, that is, if you'd rather sit by the fire in silence," Harry quickly added, with a mixture of embarrassment and a sheepish grin.

"No!" she yelped, seemingly frightened of the thought, then reddening. "It's...it's nice to have someone to talk with," she said looking down. Ginny glanced at Harry's face. "it's nice to find someone who stays up as late as I do." She smiled a little, and started the game.

"Pawn to E2. Besides, doing something like chess keeps me away from... erm... my own thoughts..." she trailed off.

Harry's curiosity was piqued. "Knight to F6. Like what kind of thoughts?"

Her eyes darted from the chessboard to up at him, and back again. "Bishop to B2. Well...I dunno..."

Harry looked at her expectantly. "Pawn to B5." Catching her eye, he encouragingly smiled.

"Pawn to E5." She paused. "Why don't you sleep well?"

"Knight to E5. I thought I was asking the questions."

"Queen to E5. You 'were'."

Harry gaped. She had taken his knight quite early in the game. He would have to play harder than he thought.

He looked up, and saw Ginny smiling at his surprise.

"Um..." he drummed his fingers. "Bishop to A6."

"Knight to C3."

"Pawn to D5."

Ginny rolled her eyes. "Like I'm going to fall for that. I've learned a lot about Chess from watching Ron play. Queen to F5."

Harry shrugged. "Queen to D6. Maybe I could, you know, help you. With what's bothering you I mean."

"King-side castle. Can't we just drop it?"

"Pawn to B4. Yeah, sorry."

"Bishop to A6."

She had taken his Bishop. "Ron Uis/U very good at Chess, and it's seems to have rubbed off on you." Harry said, and Ginny smiled. "Pawn to C6."

"Bishop to C4."

Harry looked at it all, and had no idea about what to do.

"Erm...Pawn to H5?" his chess piece hesitated. "Pawn to H5."

"Harry, you've got to know what you're doing a-and just do it. What's the worst that can happen? Knight to D5."

Another Pawn disappeared. "I could lose another knight, that's the worst that can happen, just like you're about to," he smirked. "Queen to D5." He took her knight quickly.

"Tut-tut Harry. Don't rush into things without looking. It always leads to trouble!" Ginny laughed. "Bishop to D5."

She had taken his queen. Harry gulped.

"You're going to win, aren't you?"

"Hmmm..." she murmured, and smiled mischievously, reminiscent of Fred and George.

"Not without a fight. Pawn to G6."

Ginny smiled. "Queen to C8. Checkmate."

Harry gawked. She had won.

"You just play a little too confidently, too offensively, too manly..." Ginny laughed. "Watch what's going on in your own end. Help yourself...before trying to do something else. I mean in life too." She sobered up quickly and blushed.

"When I said I was having...problems...you know what I'm talking about? How during the game you automatically wanted to help me? Harry- I was hoping you'd tell me...or someone...but I...I know you're having nightmares about Cedric. Neville heard you, and he told me. Please don't be mad at him, he didn't know what to do. He wanted me to tell Ron...but I don't think you'd want him to know. Besides...I-I have these kinds of nightmares too. Tom still scares me. He knew me so well...I..." her voice cracked. "I dream about him. Sometimes I think he'll always be there...inside me." Harry made a motion to say something but she stopped him. "But Harry, you need to help yourself. Just fix your own troubles."

She began tearing up, said a short goodnight, and scampered up to her dormitory. Harry sat there, his mind reeling. She was right.