"Anyone for a game of chess?"
Summery: The night before the big test, what is our favorite group doing? Playing chess, of course!
Rating: PG-13, just to be safe. A/N: Again, this is based on real life. It's amazing what a good springboard my school is for this kinda stuff! I mean, when you live with other people, maybe you just have wild nights like this one. who knows at this point. But, yeah, this is what happens when you get a bunch of teenagers in a room who haven't slept in a while. and give them a 12:30 curfew.
"Anyone for a game of chess?"
Harry's and Ron's ears perked up at this. Looking around, they found Fred and George standing at the foot of the steps, a chess board in hand. The room got deadly quiet. George stood up on the steps to make himself a little taller, then called out to the room.
"Listen up, people! If you don't have it by now, you're not going to get it somehow in the middle of this stuff, so don't bother. Come on, now! Let's play some chess!"
Some got up and walked over to the twins, while others got up and left. Ron and Harry tried to make a quiet getaway from Hermione, and nearly succeeded, until she decided that she needed to check up on them.
"And where do you two think you're going?" she asked. The two cringed at the sound of this, knowing that she'd never leave them alone after this.
"Well, they're going to relax a little with some chess before starting in again," came a much loved voice. Fred stood right in front of the two, and ushered them away before Hermione could object too much. They joined the small group around the chess board.
"Who's going to go first?" cried George, smiling wickedly. When no one volunteered, George grabbed Harry's arm. "Good boy, Harry, volunteering like that!"
"I- oh, ok. Sure, I'll play you, George," mumbled Harry. He took his seat and tried to relax a little as the board was set. George sat down opposite him.
"Now, you've never played me before, have you Harry?" he asked, trying to be friendly about it, but nothing could hide that evil glint in his eye. Harry thought for a bit.
"Now that you mention it, I don't think I have played you before, George," he said, trying to be bold. George's smile widened.
"Oh, good. May the best man win," he said. And then the game began.
An hour later, they were still at it. And Harry was wondering what he had gotten himself into.
'In the name of all that is good, what is he trying to do?!' he thought to himself. George still had that broad smile on his face.
"Giving up?" he sneered. Harry looked up with a grin.
"Not on your life, Weasley. I know exactly what you're trying to pull. It won't work. At least, not with me."
Nervous laughter erupted from the bystanders. George made for mock panic.
"Better watch your back, George. We may have a new champion."
"Ha. Your jokes are so funny. Remind me to laugh sometime next year, ok?"
"Will do. Will do."
In the meantime, Harry had figured out a way to get around George's trap, and moved there. George, laughing away with his fans, didn't realize this move until someone pointed it out to him.
"Oh, here? *silence* Oh-" And George popped up and stormed around the room, muttering various curses. This, of course, had the effect of causing everyone to laugh and Hermione to scold George. This caused more laughter, and it was another fifteen minutes or so before George could sit down and the game could continue.
Of course, this meant war.
Summery: The night before the big test, what is our favorite group doing? Playing chess, of course!
Rating: PG-13, just to be safe. A/N: Again, this is based on real life. It's amazing what a good springboard my school is for this kinda stuff! I mean, when you live with other people, maybe you just have wild nights like this one. who knows at this point. But, yeah, this is what happens when you get a bunch of teenagers in a room who haven't slept in a while. and give them a 12:30 curfew.
"Anyone for a game of chess?"
Harry's and Ron's ears perked up at this. Looking around, they found Fred and George standing at the foot of the steps, a chess board in hand. The room got deadly quiet. George stood up on the steps to make himself a little taller, then called out to the room.
"Listen up, people! If you don't have it by now, you're not going to get it somehow in the middle of this stuff, so don't bother. Come on, now! Let's play some chess!"
Some got up and walked over to the twins, while others got up and left. Ron and Harry tried to make a quiet getaway from Hermione, and nearly succeeded, until she decided that she needed to check up on them.
"And where do you two think you're going?" she asked. The two cringed at the sound of this, knowing that she'd never leave them alone after this.
"Well, they're going to relax a little with some chess before starting in again," came a much loved voice. Fred stood right in front of the two, and ushered them away before Hermione could object too much. They joined the small group around the chess board.
"Who's going to go first?" cried George, smiling wickedly. When no one volunteered, George grabbed Harry's arm. "Good boy, Harry, volunteering like that!"
"I- oh, ok. Sure, I'll play you, George," mumbled Harry. He took his seat and tried to relax a little as the board was set. George sat down opposite him.
"Now, you've never played me before, have you Harry?" he asked, trying to be friendly about it, but nothing could hide that evil glint in his eye. Harry thought for a bit.
"Now that you mention it, I don't think I have played you before, George," he said, trying to be bold. George's smile widened.
"Oh, good. May the best man win," he said. And then the game began.
An hour later, they were still at it. And Harry was wondering what he had gotten himself into.
'In the name of all that is good, what is he trying to do?!' he thought to himself. George still had that broad smile on his face.
"Giving up?" he sneered. Harry looked up with a grin.
"Not on your life, Weasley. I know exactly what you're trying to pull. It won't work. At least, not with me."
Nervous laughter erupted from the bystanders. George made for mock panic.
"Better watch your back, George. We may have a new champion."
"Ha. Your jokes are so funny. Remind me to laugh sometime next year, ok?"
"Will do. Will do."
In the meantime, Harry had figured out a way to get around George's trap, and moved there. George, laughing away with his fans, didn't realize this move until someone pointed it out to him.
"Oh, here? *silence* Oh-" And George popped up and stormed around the room, muttering various curses. This, of course, had the effect of causing everyone to laugh and Hermione to scold George. This caused more laughter, and it was another fifteen minutes or so before George could sit down and the game could continue.
Of course, this meant war.