Disclaimer; Neither I nor Evafreed my collaboration partner own these characters.
Author's Note; Hey there groovers : ) this is mine and evafreed's collaboration for the nations! I will be writing all the ODD chapters (so 1, 3, 5 etc) and freedycakes will be writing all the EVEN chapters (so that's 2, 4, 6 etc) For full information on pairings you can read the author's note on this story published on freedy's account : ) but the basic jist is I write Fred/Oliver, Freedy writes George/OC and Lee/George (one sided). Oh and one more thing WATCH OUT THERE WILL BE SOME SLASH ABOUT.
In a flurry of ginger and Gryffindor red the two beaters whizzed around the Quidditch pitch, beguiling cheers and applause from the crowd as they swiftly and skilfully hit a bludger between them before aiming it at a passing Hufflepuff who immediately fell to the ground with an inaudible thud. In another quick movement the Weasley twins had knocked out the opposition's Seeker, who, luckily for Harry, was inches away from catching the Snitch.
Outcries of injustice echoed around the stadium from the Hufflepuff tower but were soon drowned out by the deafening Gryffindors' roar as Harry made a sleek dive, stretching his arm out as he flew, his fingers enclosing the golden orb in his grip.
The Gryffindors swarmed onto the pitch, yelling and screaming with joy as the team was enveloped in an entirely large group hug, resulting in several first years being crushed due to over enthusiasm to be involved.
When the excitement had died down, many of the students drifted off in twos and threes to walk back to the castle leaving the very sweaty Gryffindor team space to have an end of game victory talk and then a few hours before dinner to shower and chill out.
"Well done guys you played brilliant," Wood grinned ushering the team to gather in a lose circle in the changing rooms, "Just got a few tips though, so that when we're against Ravenclaw we can be perfect. Angelina, next time pass to the Katie and Alicia just a little bit more, it's just in case one of them has a better angle to score at than you do. Potter, you daydreamed a little bit towards the end, remember to watch the other seeker like a hawk because if he hadn't had been knocked out by Fred and George, I'd have killed you. Which leads me on to Fred, I really do appreciate you getting rid of Diggory but can you not try and give me a heart attack, you could have missed Cedric and hit Harry instead! And I'm getting old man, I can't deal with that kind of shock anymore."
"Awh come on Wood," George smiled giving Oliver a nudge with his elbow.
"We never miss -"
"- Our aims always perfect -"
"- So don't get your panties in a twist." Fred finished with a grin, secretly thinking about Wood in nothing but twisted panties. His eyes drifted over the captains lithe, agile body, imagining all of the things it could do, how flexible it was – he licked his lips and travelled back up to his face, seeing that Oliver was looking back at him, Fred gave him a cheeky wink then turned to head towards where his uniform was.
"Well if that's all Cap'n -"
"We'll be showering now," George followed him to the bench and they both began to unbuckle there pads and throw them into their bags.
"Yes, er, Right," Oliver stuttered shaking his head to dissolve the haze that had fogged his mind when he'd seen Fred check him out. "Shower up everyone! Tomorrow you can have off but we have practise on Monday. Be there, or I'll hex you into next season." The rest of the team started to move away, stripping off their kits and hitting the showers leaving Oliver leaning against a wall absorbed in his thoughts. Was Fred gay? The way Fred had been looking at him the thought seemed entirely plausible, and more importantly was he himself gay? Because his body certainly seemed to think it'd be good if Fred were indeed gay. Oliver pushed the naughty naughty thoughts from his head and sighed. He needed to approach the situation calmly, he had to think it through, he mustn't panic, and he must remain calm…
That was when Oliver had realised that no one was left in the changing rooms, how long had he been standing there thinking about his sexuality? Then Oliver noticed that he was not alone and that Fred also remained in the room, standing with his back to him, with only a towel wrapped loosely around his hips. Wood almost let out a moan as he took in the sexy sight that was the Weasley boy's muscled back. He shook his head and walked quickly to his clothes, furiously ripping off his pads and clothes eager to go to the showers and just forget all about Fred, the same Fred who appeared to be standing infront of him on the other side of the bench.
"Fucking hell! STOP MAKING ME JUMP LIKE THAT YOU GINGER COOT!" he yelled clasping his heart in shock.
"Ginger coot?" Fred snickered, "You know what, I'm gonna forget you said that because that was the worst insult I have ever heard. And remember, I have Ron as a brother." Fred grinned and ran an appraising eye over the white t-shirt that stuck to Oliver's sweaty skin, he really did look divine all mussed up with that 'Just been shagged/ just played Quidditch' look he had going on, he saw Oliver staring at his semi naked body in a supposed-to-be-nonchalant-but-failing-miserably kind of way. He grinned again and deciding to take the bull by the horns, he leaned across the bench and kissed Oliver softly on the lips. He felt the boy stiffen and before he knew it he was being violently shoved away.
"I, er- um, I'm gonna shower in the dorms!" Oliver all but yelled quickly scooping up all his belongings and fleeing from the room faster than a hippogriff after a freshly dead ferret. Fred sighed, his gaze still lingering on the spot that was filled a moment ago by the hottest guy he knew. He'd blown it, but he was a Weasley, and they didn't give up all that easily…
A/N; R&R!