A/N Just a weird little thing I imagined up. A wee conversation between Harry and George.
"So who is it?"
"I don't know what you mean."
"Sure you don't."
"…"
"Just tell me. Please!"
"…"
"Come again?"
"Oliver."
"Oliver. Oliver Wood."
"Yup."
"Oliver, Percy's best friend and ex-Gryffindor captain and keeper."
"Yes."
"The Quidditch obsessed one."
"Yes."
"Tried to drown himself in the showers after we lost to Hufflepuff because the Dementors made me fall off my broom, Oliver."
"YES."
"Oliver Wood. Wake us up at that crack of Satan's ass o'clock in the morning for Quidditch training every single day of the season, Oliver."
"FOR MERLIN'S SAKE YES! Oliver fucking Wood-"
"Well, actually-"
"Say it and they will never find your remains. EV-ER!"
"Notsayingit."
"Good."
"Oliver…really?"
"WHY IS IT SO HARD FOR YOU TO BELIEVE!"
"Oh, I just always figured Quidditchsexual."
"Quidditchsexual."
"You know-"
"No. I don't."
"Well … you know."
"I assure you I don't."
"Like bisexual, or homosexual or pansexual or all those other ones."
"What in Merlin's saggy right testicle is that meant to mean?"
"Nothing … just that he always seemed the type to snog broomsticks and quaffles. Not people."
"Well it's not like you can judge."
"And what's that meant to mean."
I mean you're dating my git off an older brother who ran off to play with dragons when he could've been playing for England. And going by what you just said I guess we all just assumed he was dragonsexual."
A/N, yeah, I know its odd.
And quite pointless...ohwell.
:P
-Nita