Tiny Vessels
Summary: This all takes place in Harry's fifth year. Non of the events happened that were in the fifth book. Harry is still Seeker, Umbridge never came but Ron is Keeper. Romances bloom and angst strikes many.
Pairings: Roger/Hermione, Cho/Marcus, Ron/Pansy & Luna/Draco.
Disclaimer: I don't own JK Rowling. Darn it.
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The dawn light shone through the hospital wing windows. Medicine bottles flickered with many colors. Madame Poppy was sleeping in her rocking chair in the far corner of her office, some sleeping pills spilled inth her iced tea. One of the beds were in use, a messy boy sat up in it, trying to reach a chocolate frog. After last night's quidditch match he was begging for food. It was Slytherin against Ravenclaw. No doubt Ravenclaw had won when he stumbled off his broom after getting hit by a bludger, his left arm completely shattered and broken.
He was in the middle of swallowing when he heard the coo of a bird, raven to be percise. "Marcus." It called out his name featherlike and stepped into the light. It was no bird but a butterfly.
"Chang, came in here to give me the quidditch trophy?" He looked at her petite hands which had two coffee mugs in. She simply shook her head and set the cups on the table besides him. With her wand, she made a chair come up from behind her for her to sit. Then she summoned up a teapot filled with steaming hot green tea. "Drink." She said with patience after pouring him some tea and mixing in a spoonful of honey. "Came here to brag?" He asked and she simply shook her head again.
Ever since his fourth year, he snuck into the girls locker room and watched her change. He simply loved to watch her undress and watch her slip on her knee high socks, plaid skirt, black maryjanes and blouse. Marcus Flint had never got caught as he wished he were in there, running his finger through that silky black hair. He watched her put on strawberry lipgloss and perfect mascara one more time.
"You watch me change. Why?" He gulped soundly and his hands suddenly felt clammy against the ceramic mug. Cho looked to him with a small smile. "Y-y-your very beautiful and nice." He took a sip of the tea and it instantly felt ten times sweeter when Cho leaned over and kissed his cheek.