Disclaimer: Sadly, these boys are not mine. They are, of course, the property of J.K. Rowling. I have no money. At all. So please don't hurt me.
Warning: This is slash. Yep. Pretty boys. Together. Not explicit, but still. If you've got a problem, leave. I don't want to hear about it.
I started this before book 5 and finished it after. In my world Percy is not a total jackass. So there. (sigh Why, Percy? Why?!?)
This is part of the "Just Another Cliché" series. (Which will probably remain unfinished. I know, I know… leaving things unfinished is totally out of character for me…)
Dedicated to Chris Rankin's bedhead (of course) and Sean Biggerstaff's voice.
Of Quidditch and Cauldron Bottoms
Chapter One
It's ridiculous, really. I mean, he's just not my type. At all. In any way. He's not even all that attractive. Sure, the red hair's nice. Especially the way it sticks up at odd angles in the morning after he's just woken up…
No. Stop.
Think about Quidditch. Yeah. Quidditch. …And how Harry fainted today… Damn Dementors. And damn Diggory, too. I mean, really, aren't' we Gryffindors meant to be the noble ones? And now there's almost no way we'll win the Cup.
Okay, on second thought don't think about Quidditch. Think about…
His damned little Ravenclaw girlfriend. Clearwater. Even her name is annoying and redundant and… Of all the absurd… Of course water is bloody clear! He's far more intelligent than she is, as well. With his brains he really should have been a Ravenclaw. Thank God he isn't, though. Then I never would have met him or gotten to know him. Not the way he laughs (though he doesn't do enough of it) or the way he tells me to stop thinking about Quidditch (though I'm usually not) and start paying attention or he won't help me study anymore (though its always an empty threat) or even the way he'll push his glasses back up after they've slipped down his nose…
Yes. Definitely ridiculous.
*****
Okay. Admittedly we've never been the closest of friends, even though we've known each other seven years…
But it's hard. I mean, it's all so stereotypical, isn't it? The unpopular intellectual falling for the jock…
He's not even my type.
I mean yes, he's handsome. Very handsome. And his voice alone…
No. Stop.
Don't think about it. Don't think about him. And definitely, definitely don't think about his smile or the look he gets on his face when he's off in Quidditch land when he should be studying or the way when he actually is studying he'll just sort of chew on the end of his quill…
Damn.
But above all don't get your hopes up. Not anymore than they already are. That would be stupid.
No. No, it's just ridiculous.