"Knight to E7."
She scowled as she watched Potter's Knight move closer to her Rook, before smashing the hell out of it. He snickered and ran a hand through his hair. "Your move, Evans."
She shuffled uncomfortably in her seat and threw him a glare . "You're awfully good at this." She paused. "Queen to E7," She continued, a grin slowly creeping up her lips. "Or maybe I'm just faking it." She giggled as her Queen banged her chair repeatedly onto his Knight's head.
It was his turn to glower. "Witch," He grumbled. "This game isn't over yet. I'm going to win," He stated.
"You seem awfully sure of yourself. Care to wager on it?" She asked, an eyebrow raised mischievously.
"Fine. If I win, I want your Charms notes for the rest of the year," He said and she smiled slowly.
"Deal. And if I win… I want you to take me out of a date," She retorted and he choked on the piece of scone he was eating. "Take it or leave it, Potter."
"That's emotional blackmail!" He exclaimed and she smirked. "It's either I win and lose the chance of a date with you, or I lose and win a date with you!"
"Well, you can't win at everything, can you?" She laughed as he ran his hand through his hair over and over again.
"Bloody Hell…" He grumbled, staring down at the chessboard. "Bloody fucking hell…"
"What's it going to be, Potter?" She asked.
He looked up defiantly into her glittering green eyes, his lips pursed, his hands slightly shaking. "Let's play," He finally said, cracking his fingers.
That night, for the first time of his life, James Potter lost at Wizard's Chess.
A/N:I know, I know, I'm terrible. It's been so long since the last chapter and the only excuse I have for not uploading sooner is incredible writer's block and lack of inspiration…
So I've decided to turn this fic into a sort of drabble thing all having to do with winning (and James and Lily of course). They may or may not end up connected, I haven't decided yet, but they surely won't be linear. Next chapter should be up soon, I hope. Reviews are, as always, more than welcome.