A/N: Hey All! I want you to know…I hate this pairing…and I hate slash (I'm straight)….but my mind works in strange ways with words. If this is a piece of crap…tell me. If this is disgusting…tell me. I won't know unless you do. Arg! I hate myself for writing slash!….maybe I can change it so it's Draco/Hermione…hmmm, I dunno.
Just A Little Chess Game
He sat there, pale fingers crossed, decidedly not looking at the other boy. Red hair flamed in his eyes as he contemplated his next move. He leaned down and whispered to his bishop a move he hopes will win. The knight complies and the sweet smell of victory is looming nearer. The boy opposite him is thinking, Ron knows. Knows that the blonde boy across from him may be better at many things than him, but Ron is better at chess.
He leaned down and muttered a move that should save his pieces. He knows it's just a fruitless attempt at trying to best the red-head, but he doesn't care. It doesn't matter to the head-boy that the boy in front of him should be in Gryffindor tower or in the Head-Girl's room or anywhere away from him. Doesn't matter that the pieces of the chess board are now standing still, waiting for an order to kill.
Because all that matters to Ron Weasley is that Draco Malfoy is leaning over the table towards him. All that matters is that he is leaning in too. There is nothing else Ron cares about at the moment, as his lips brush Draco's. His eyes are closed, he knows….but it doesn't matter. He knows that they are on opposite sides of an on-going war...but it doesn't matter.
Nor does it matter to Draco that a bushy-haired Head-Girl and a raven-haired boy with a scar on his forehead, are staring at them in shock. It also didn't matter that he was now completely melting into Ron's mouth, his own tongue caressing the red-head's.
It doesn't matter that they are simply using each other to -civilly- get rid of their growing anxiety. Doesn't matter that they know, just know that they are simply pawns in each-other's hands.
None of it matters to Ron as he now, lays on a couch in the Head-Boy/Girl's dorm.
None of it matters as Ron wraps his arms around Draco's warm torso.
None of it matters because it's just a little chess game.
A/N: Again……sorry for bothering you with this…tell me what you think…