Author: Danielle Kenedy AKA Candy-Daze
Rating: T
Pairing: Fred/Harry
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the charaters; all belong to J.K Rowling.
Warning: This story contains slash, meaing two males being paired romantically. If you are not comfortable or do not like this idea, then please do not read. Please review
A/N: This fic was written for my friend Efrat. She requested a Fred/ Harry fic, and i was happy to deliver. I wrote it in class, hence the fluffy ness. I didnt want to write a graphic fic while learning quadratic functions. Please review.
Quidditch will never be the same
It was a normal spring day at Hogwarts' school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The sun was shinning, the grass was drenched and muddy, and the birds were cherping; except one that flew into the Whomping Willow. Harry Potter looked out the castle window taking in the smell of rain water, enjoying every second he stood in that empty corridor. As much as he wanted to say he hated school like most boys his age, he just couldn't. He loved everything in that building; the teachers, the classes, his friends, the beds, the food, and even his enemies. How many people could say their enemy was turned into a weasel?
He wiped the sweat from his brow leaving a smudge of mud on his forehead. He had just finished a long quidditch practice leaving him exhausted. Another reason he loved Hogwarts; quidditch. He was the Seeker on the Gryffindor team. His best friend's brothers were on the team as well. They were beaters; Fred and George Weasley. Harry was particularly fond of Fred. He thought he was adorable; though they both looked alike, Harry could tell the two apart.
"Harry?" A familiar voice came from behind him. Harry whipped around suddenly, only to come face to face with the man from his thoughts. "You left this at practice." Fred said handing Harry his broomstick.
"Thanks, how could I have forgotten it." Harry replied taking his prized fire bolt from Fred. The truth was that he hadn't forgotten it; Fred had taken it from the dorm room as an excuse to talk to Harry alone. Though Fred was shy, he acted differently. Fred was not himself around others; he was his brother; George. Though everyone thought otherwise Fred was completely different than his brother. George was strong, knew exactly who he was, and what he wanted; Fred on the other hand wasn't sure of himself and what he wanted, which made Fred jealous of George. Today, however was different; he knew exactly what he wanted and who he was, even though he was afraid to achieve it, he knew that without it, he would never be happy.
Fred just blushed and stared at Harry, causing Harry to get a knot in his stomach.
"Fred," Harry managed to squeeze out. "What are you looking at?"
Fred did not answer; instead he just dove at Harry's mouth, pushing Harry's back up against the wall. Harry, still in surprise at the red head's actions, did not move. This caused Fred to immediately part from Harry.
"I'm so sorry." Fred apologized. "I don't know what I was thinking."
"Fred, don't worry please." Harry cut him off. "I liked it." He said smiling, and kissed him gently on the cheek.
"Quidditch will never be the same." Fred said looking down.
"How so?" Harry asked curiously.
"Well Imagine if you will. You and I, both of us naked, sweaty and wet in the shower," Fred replied smirking.
"Well now, that will make me want to win the game ten times quicker so I can be a part of that beautiful scene." Harry then kissed Fred gently once more, and with that they walked back to the dorm room hand in hand.
"Harry!" Ron said shaking him. "Wake up!" Harry's eyes drifted open, it was just a dream. Harry sighed and got out of bed.
"I'm up, I'll meet you in the Great hall." Ron nodded and went downstairs.
Figures that when I finally believe I'm happy, it's all a dream Harry thought as he pulled his trousers up, bouncing up and down. Suddenly a little flash of red caught his eyes. He turned and looked over to his night stand and saw a single red rose with a note. The note wasn't signed, it only read:
"Quidditch will never be the same."