Written in response to The things I am not allowed to do at Hogwarts Challenge, hopefully a bit more cheerful than the last one!
Rule:
122. "Draco Malfoy Takes it Up The Arse" is not an acceptable Quidditch chant.
Ideas
"So" said Oliver Wood to his team "All we need now is a good motto to get the fans going!"
It was one of Oliver's long winded team talks, this time the Weasley twins had actually fallen asleep instead of just pretending. Harry nudged George with his elbow who grumbled and rubbed his eyes, kicking Fred in the ankle to wake him up.
"Whaddya do that for?" grouched Fred to his brother, rubbing his ankle.
"I dunno, Harry woke me up, supposed that Woody must be saying something important" shrugged George.
"Any ideas?" asked Oliver rather pointedly to the sleepy looking locker room.
"Um, Roar Griffies Roar?" ventured Katie Bell, stifling a yawn.
"I think we can do better than that!" declared Oliver tartly "Come on, I can't do everything!"
"What about Go Gryffindor Go!?" asked Harry, as Harry wasn't generally known outside his close friends for his sarcasm Oliver took a few moments to weigh up Harry's facial expression, which remained the picture of innocence.
"Thank you Harry, but it is a little ….bland" Oliver sighed.
"The bloody cheek!" muttered George "Him calling someone else bland!"
"Red and Gold – we are bold!" burst out Katie again, going a nice shade of red.
"Potential" murmured Oliver, pausing in thought as uproar was heard outside.
Draco Malfoy's voice could be heard carrying above others.
"Don't bend over in the shower with Woody about" he chanted "Pick up that soap and you'll give a shout!"
If looks could have killed, the locker room door would surely have been dead and buried, the way Oliver glared at it. The others however stifled giggles, until George moved over and opened the door slightly, his voice carrying down the corridor to the ears of the assembled Slitheryns and assorted other students, centre of which was Draco Malfoy.
"Really Fred!" he said in a chastising tone "Draco Malfoy takes it up the arse is not an acceptable Quidditch chant!" he grinned at his team mates "His sexual persuasion is not anyone's concern but his own, oh and Crabbe and Goyle's I suppose seeing as they are his special friends"
There was a pause before laughter erupted within and without the locker room, even Oliver giving a hearty belly laugh, as the laughter died down the Gryffindor Team left the locker room, Fred and George sauntering towards the group of students at the end of the corridor.
"You'll pay for that Weasley!" said a furious and rather red faced Malfoy.
George stopped in his tracks, turning to face Malfoy, towering over him "Really?" he said with a lazy smile "How do you know who said it?"
"It was Fred!" Malfoy bit back.
"And which one is Fred?" asked George with a grin.
"I'll get you both!" vowed Malfoy.
"Now, now, Draco dear" said Fred, patting Malfoy on the head patronisingly "As was said, your sexual persuasion is none of our business, there's no need to get your handbag in a twist"
Malfoy lost it then, taking a swing at the closest twin, which happened to be Fred, who laughed as he stepped easily out of the way.
"Gentlemen!" Professor Hooch's voice rang down the corridor "Keep the aggression for the Quidditch pitch please!"
Malfoy slunk away with Crabbe and Goyle flanking him – not quite as close as usual, as Harry and the twins laughed themselves silly.