“Knight to e-five,” Harry murmured, his eyes focused on the chessboard. He felt the bed shift slightly as Draco suppressed a laugh. Harry raised his eyes to him, but remained seated as he was; cross-legged with his chin propped up on his hand. “What?”
Draco smirked. “Might as well give up, Potter. Chess is not your game.”
Harry huffed. “Practise makes perfect, didn't you know?”
“Have it your way, then,” Draco said as he moved his queen to the same spot.
Harry grumbled as his knight got smashed. “Merlin's pants.”