Rose Weasley at Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes with a Wizarding Chess Piece
Title: Weasley Has the King
Author: alwaysasnapefan
Character: Rose Weasley
Location: Weasley's Wizard Wheezes
Object: Wizarding chess piece
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1,362

Weasley Has the King

It had been a long night, and an even longer morning. Hugo was impossible sometimes, running up and down the stairs, always shouting when his friends were over. And there was no need for it!

She hadn't been able to take it anymore, not on the lack of sleep she'd had. There were few things that put her to sleep, very few. One was eating something just before she turned in—but the problem with that was she often forgot to brush her teeth, and her grandparents (the dentists) were beginning to complain. Another thing that worked was to sleep next to someone in the bed. This only worked at sleepovers, because she had her own room, and she didn't even have a sister to sneak into bed with like her cousins Lucy and Molly had. Those were the two sleep solutions she could mention in polite company.

She'd tried the third the night before, but, oh, it hadn't worked like it sometimes did, and now she was very tired. She was going to help Uncle George and her father with inventory, but they hadn't come in yet! Sometimes she seriously wondered how Grandmother Molly had survived with so many addle-minded boys in her household, because, if they were like this as men, they had to have been worse as boys.

Rose sighed and set her bag down, as it was quite heavy. She had taken it with her in case of a break. She was intent on going over as much as she could for her classes. Her secret desire was to beat her mother's scores, and it was a tall task to handle.

She was amused to find, as she shuffled through the bag, that her books weren't the only thing in it. She had a stowaway. The grey king from the chess set at home. When she'd cleared the set off of the table to do her homework, it must have been forgotten, and then later pushed into her school bag.

She was in no way up to her father's level of skill, and she could beat her mother easily, so it was her cousin Lucy that she was constantly going up against. They were practically equals, though Rose felt she was improving each time they played. If Lucy wasn't careful, she'd come up with the perfect strategy some day.

She looked around with a bit of distaste at the false wands and fireworks. Yes, she was helping them out, but the things her uncle and father made, no matter how they may have been interesting under different circumstances, caused people who were not her friends to pretend they were, in hopes of getting free merchandise. She had figured that out in first year.

The king looked up at her with its small, blank face and she shrugged at it, placing it in her pocket. She looked around for a moment to see if there was anywhere to lie down. Forget studying, for now. She really needed that sleep. Casting a Cushioning Spell, she laid down, closing her eyes for a moment, silently begging for slumber to swallow her up like a Canary Cream.

It was easier said than done, when the king in her pocket began to move around. "What are you doing?" she snapped at it, but it refused to cease moving until she pulled it out into the light of the back room again. "Honestly," she scoffed at it.

It, being able to say nothing in return, merely managed to look a bit irked. She was about to drop it on the floor and pick it up later, when it was time to go, when she got an idea. She got a disgusting, intriguing idea. And what's more, it was definitely worth a try.

Rose placed the king on the shelf for a moment as she stood, unfastening the opening to her jeans. Biting her lip for a moment in thought, she locked the door to the back room and slid the pants down all the way to her ankles, her knickers right in their wake. She grasped the piece and lay back down again. "Careful with that sword," she warned it, "or I'll break it off." He nodded in reply, holding it down at his front like he normally did. "Good."

She held him gently in her left hand. She didn't need him yet. Rose let her right hand slide down, parting her legs a bit more as she dipped the tip of her finger into herself. She rubbed the slight bit of moisture up over her clit for a moment, shivering. Her fingertip rubbed careful circles on the top of her clit through its hood and she sighed contentedly.

She placed him on her chest, and he rolled right up against her neck from the slope of her breasts. "One moment," she murmured to him. She slid the first finger of her left hand into her slowly, pressing down with her muscles to push against it slightly, holding her breath as she did, and when she breathed, the pushing stopped for just that split second before she could push down again. She drew the finger in and out slowly, enjoying the caress of her body around it, what it felt like inside of her. Most of the time, she just stuck to rubbing at her clit, but sometimes she added the fingers of her left hand into the mix as well.

Because it had been a while, she was pretty tight, so it wasn't a good idea to go for him yet anyway. He seemed to be getting a bit restless, though. Rose reached up with her left hand, pulling the finger out, to rub at her nipples through her shirt. That always made her desire fuller. Her nipples always tingled for that moment that she touched them and, oh, it was wonderful.

She slid her hand back down, though, the second hand, and she let her middle finger join the first one as they entered her side-by-side. Her legs parted even more, and at this point she began to make soft sounds low in her throat, not daring to let them escape more than one at a time, every once in a while, because, well, she couldn't very well control every bloody little thing, could she?

"It's time," she panted, removing her fingers to lift up the grey king. She gave him a kiss before lowering him down to her opening. She was already quite wet, and the floor could attest to that rather plainly as she'd leaked onto it, no doubt, she knew. She pressed his head and the tops of his shoulders against her, slowly sliding him in. She sighed, just holding him there in her, feeling how nicely he fit in her, rubbing at her clit still with her right hand.

She pushed him in a bit farther after a moment, groaning gently as she did, feeling her slick insides grip at him and just hold him there. He wriggled slightly and she let out a startled noise, the finger on her clit speeding up a bit.

She tightened the muscles of her thighs, stretching them to heighten the pleasure as she neared her end. She continued to clamp herself down around him and, bless him, he continued to gently wriggle inside of her. She tried to hold on to the pure edge of pleasure that rested just before orgasm by stopping touching herself with her right hand, as he continued to wriggle, but after a moment her hand returned as if of its own accord and she was touching her clit again and she came with a sharp gasp.

She clenched around him tightly, throbbing, gushing around him as he stilled, waiting a long moment for the spasms to subside enough to where she could slide him out if she so chose. She waited a bit first, thinking to herself even through the post-orgasmic haze that would eventually lead to a well-deserved rest that there was no possible way Lucy was going to be able to get a checkmate on her at this rate. A strategy for the ages.