Harry Potter and What Happened After - Sahits

few times. Harry had defiantly gotten better at Chess in his eight years in the wizarding world, but he
hadn't gotten good enough to beat any of the Weasleys, especially Ginny, who only lost to Ron.
Ginny finally got Harry into check mate. Her rook smashing Harry's king to pieces. "I should have
leaned by now," sighed Harry.
"Learned what dear?" asked Ginny as she cleaned up the chess set.
"Not to play against you or your family, I can't win," said Harry.
Ginny was saved from comment as a slight pop in the hall way grabbed everybody's attention. A few
seconds later Hermione walked in with Ron and her parents in tow. "Hey everybody, sorry it took so
long. My parents insisted that Ron and I have tea with them."
"Its fine dear," said Mrs. Weasley, who had emerged from the kitchen with Ginny and Fleur when
Hermione left. "Lets go into the Dinning room and start dinner shale we?" Mrs. Weasley went over to
the Grangers and started to say hello.
"Great idea mum," said Ron, obviously hungry. Ron rushed to the dinning room, grabbing a place for
him and Hermione. When Hermione came in she seated her parents right across from Ron and her.
Soon dinner was in full force, the room was loud and filled with wonderful smells. Halfway through
dinner, as the conversations turned from school to family, Ron and Harry were talking Chess.
"I don't like loosing," Harry was saying.
"No one does," said Ron, "but you only get better with practice."
"The only problem is that you're the only one I have to practice against," said Harry, "and as I get
better, so do you."
"What are you guys talking about?" asked Mr. Granger. Hermione noticed that her mother and Ron's
were deep in conversation, and from the way they were gesturing grandly she figured it was about her
and Ron's wedding.
"Chess sir," said Ron, suddenly very self conscious.
"Oh," said Mr. Granger, "well Harry, my only advice to you is that you find somebody else to play
against. But of course, practice isn't everything; there are plenty of good books that teach strategy and
all."
Ron stared at his future father in-law, "You play chess sir?" he asked, managing to hide his surprise.
"Yes," said Mr. Granger, "I've been playing since I was a boy. My father taught me."
"How about you two play a game after dinner," Hermione suggested. She had been silent through the
whole discussion, but now she couldn't help herself.
Ron's mind was racing; he was the best chess player that Hogwarts had seen in a long while. He knew
nobody at school could beat him. He also knew that wizard's chess had the same rules as muggle chess,
except the pieces moved.
"Sounds great," said Mr. Granger, "but I must warn you, I'm very good."
"Oh, so is Ron," said Ginny, who had listening to the conversation. "He's the best chess player at
Hogwarts. In his first year he beat a giant chess set to get to the philosopher's stone."
"Ah, yes, I remember Hermione telling us something about that," said Mr. Weasley, looking at his
daughter.
By now half the table was listening, "why don't you regale us again with that story Ron," Charley said