Written for Pairing One Hour Challenge at HPFC (prompt: LeeOliver, afraid).
Written for Challenges by the Dozen at Caesars' Palace (prompt: write about 10 different pairings).
Written for September event at Hogwarts (prompts: (dialogue) "We need to talk privately." / "Anything you say to me, you can say in front of my friends.", (location) The Great Hall).
WC: 543
Nothing excites Lee more than an excited crowd. Wait, that's a lie. A Gryffindor win against Slytherin and a crowd going wild as he screams into the megaphone like his goal is to throw the lungs out of his body - now that gets him excited.
"AND WOOD AGAIN WITH AN AMAZING SAVE. DID YOU SEE THAT DIVE TOWARDS THE LEFT GOALPOST? THAT BOY SURE IS QUICK. UNFORTUNATELY BOTH OUTSIDE OF AND IN BED."
"Jordan! Unacceptable! Twenty-five points from Gryffindor!" McGonagall shouts so loudly that she can be heard through the megaphone that Lee is currently trying to wrestle away from her grasp. Yikes.
"Just joking!" Lee screeches, just as she reaches into her robes to pull out her wand to do who knows what. "Sorry!"
McGonagall sits back into her seat, her lips still pursed in frustration, but at least she's no longer looking murderous. Lee then turns to look at Wood. Uh oh.
The doors to the Great Hall slam open, and Oliver Wood strides into the room, his arms crossed, and the glare on his face mighty fierce. He scans the room, and Jordan feels like he might want to hide about now. He's too late, for Oliver catches his eye almost immediately. "Jordan," he says, and while the word is said quietly, it reverberates around the Hall with force.
Lee gulps and looks towards the table of professors up front for assistance. McGonagall is nonchalantly inspecting her nails, of course, and Dumbledore is wearing that mysterious smile, as usual. Trelawny seems unsurprised and Snape traumatized. What did Jordan even expect?
"Morning, Wood," he squeaks, still with enough audacity in him to bring up another (un)pleasant encounter he had with Oliver some days ago.
Oliver flushes pink and storms his way to the Gryffindor table, his robes billowing furiously behind him. Fred and George line his left and right side, looking terribly amused while trying to maintain a steady glower. Alas, Oliver's glare is very real, and Jordan doesn't have much to say that would calm him down.
"Don't be so angry!" Lee offers, holding up his hands in defeat. "It was a joke"
"Was it?"
"Yes."
"Lee, you called me a poof and inexperienced in front of the whole school."
"And you're helping them remember it with...whatever this is."
Oliver's face twists deeper into a scowl, if that were even possible, but then the scowl completely slides of his face and is tucked away. "Fine."
He sits down in his usual spot at the table and nearly catapults some mashed potatoes onto his plate. In the process, some is flung onto George's robes, but George is in literal tears from holding back his laughter, so he doesn't notice.
Lee leans over to Oliver's ear and is delighted when the Keeper doesn't pull away. "We need to talk privately."
"Anything you say to me, you can say in front of my friends."
"Trust me," Lee purrs. "You'll want us to be alone."
Oliver turns to Lee, pointing his wand at the tip of Lee's nose. "Shut up, or I'll hex you til you're a vegetable."
"Kinky."
The next thing he knows, Lee's staring up at a hospital ceiling, mourning the loss of House Points and any chance he had at sneaking into Wood's bed again.