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Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
100
Views:
10,618
Reviews:
52
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Teammates
Title: Teammates
Author: ianthe_waiting
Rating: T
Disclaimer: The Harry Potter books and their characters are the property of JK Rowling. This is a work of fan-fiction. No infringement is intended, and no money is being made from this story. I am just borrowing the puppets, but this is my stage.
Genre: Drabble
Warnings: None…not really.
Summary: #26 – Teammates. Even if they were not friends, they were teammates.
Word Count: 859 words.
Author's Notes: Drabble: a slice of fic in less than 1500 words. Suggested by whitestar_alpha.
Prompt 26 – Teammates
“I’m sorry.”
Katie Bell refused to listen, turning her face toward the Hospital Wing door. She still felt light headed from all the blood that had drained from her body via her nose. Which had been mortifying in front of all the Gryffindors trying out for the team.
She did not care about receiving a Quaffle to the face, it happens. Quidditch was a high risk, high contact sport. However, eating a Blood Blisterpod causing blood to literally gush from her nose in streams of brilliant Gryffindor red…Katie was very putout.
Fred Weasley was standing at her bedside, hands in his pockets, his fringed crimson hair falling into his cerulean blue eyes. He repeated his apology again, and all Katie could do was sigh.
When the weight on the bed shifted, Katie stiffened, turning her bruised face to Fred’s.
“I really am…” he whispered.
He was sitting in the curved bend of her legs, his left hand resting on the cot on the opposite side from where he sat, his arm angled over her thighs.
“…on purpose…” she muttered absently, just aware at how close Fred was to her, his face only inches away.
“What?” he purred in question.
Katie swallowed her nervousness. Fred had always teased her, ever since they first got on the Gryffindor team. If it wasn’t teasing her about how boyishly she played…it was flirting…how well she had begun to fill out her uniform, how lovely her hair looked streaming behind her when she flew.
“You gave me that foul nougat on purpose,” she clarified, leaning back into the pillows of the Hospital Wing cot, putting distance between herself and the boy leaning over her.
Fred grinned. “Why would I do that?”
Katie frowned. “Because you’ve always been this way…you don’t care about anyone’s feelings but your own. George is the same way. It doesn’t matter how many times you have to humiliate someone…you always get your laughs, in the end.”
Fred’s face flushed and he averted his eyes.
“Even in a match, you and George never take it seriously…”
Katie trailed, feeling suddenly dizzy again. Madame Pomfrey had given her a potion, but it had yet to kick in. She felt slightly nauseous and promptly closed her mouth. Of course, Katie knew that if she were to vomit, it would have been a fitting retort to Fred Weasley’s nougat…
“I swear, Katie, I was only trying to help. My idiot baby brother was off his game, and I thought that if I have you the other half of the nougat, it would stop the bleeding…” Fred attempted to explain. “I would never hurt a teammate…or a friend.”
Katie snorted. The year before, Katie had waited and waited for Fred, or even George, to ask her to the Yule Ball…but instead Fred asked Angelina. Katie had gone to the Ball with McLaggen…a mistake…and only because no on had asked her before then.
“Why don’t you believe me?” Fred whispered.
Katie sighed again, crossing her arms before, her eyes moving to the boy sitting on the edge of her bed.
“Because half of what you say is unbelievable?” she muttered, her nausea gone.
Fred grinned. “True.”
Katie smirked. She had always liked Fred…ever since she was in First Year and he in Second. She had been one of the few who could tell the Weasley twins apart…even Angelina was not so informed. Even on the field, Katie knew which was Fred…by the way he shifted his weight to the back of his broom while flying, centering his weight better than George. In the corridors, Fred shuffled his feet less than George… Katie wondered if Fred ever knew of the way she watched him. He was not merely a teammate to her…
“I really am sorry, Katie. Just tell me how I can make it up to you…”
Katie’s heart fluttered, and once again she felt dizzy. Fred moved closer, leaning over her to stare into her nearly bloodless face. Unable to stop herself, attributing it to blood loss, she murmured her answer.
Fred grinned again, his crimson-fringed hair falling about his cheeks. In the early evening light through the ward window, it looked like blood.
“Alright…” he whispered.
Katie’s eyes widened. All she could see was Fred’s long eyelashes, and feel his warm lips moving over hers, coaxing her to move. She returned his kiss, her mouth opening, her eyes shutting. It was not her first kiss, but her second. Fred Weasley was no stranger to kissing, and Katie felt her cheeks begin to burn at the thought that he most likely had kissed Angelina….
Her arms wrapped about his neck, pulling him closer. Angelina was her best friend, but Angelina could never know how much Katie had wanted Fred Weasley. Fred hummed into her mouth as the kiss deepened. Katie knew she was coming on too strong, she knew that Fred would most likely hate her later…but it did not matter. She wanted to feel his lips upon her, his weight against her.
Even if it meant that their friendship would change or end…Katie knew that she would, at least, be teammates with Fred Weasley.
Author: ianthe_waiting
Rating: T
Disclaimer: The Harry Potter books and their characters are the property of JK Rowling. This is a work of fan-fiction. No infringement is intended, and no money is being made from this story. I am just borrowing the puppets, but this is my stage.
Genre: Drabble
Warnings: None…not really.
Summary: #26 – Teammates. Even if they were not friends, they were teammates.
Word Count: 859 words.
Author's Notes: Drabble: a slice of fic in less than 1500 words. Suggested by whitestar_alpha.
Prompt 26 – Teammates
“I’m sorry.”
Katie Bell refused to listen, turning her face toward the Hospital Wing door. She still felt light headed from all the blood that had drained from her body via her nose. Which had been mortifying in front of all the Gryffindors trying out for the team.
She did not care about receiving a Quaffle to the face, it happens. Quidditch was a high risk, high contact sport. However, eating a Blood Blisterpod causing blood to literally gush from her nose in streams of brilliant Gryffindor red…Katie was very putout.
Fred Weasley was standing at her bedside, hands in his pockets, his fringed crimson hair falling into his cerulean blue eyes. He repeated his apology again, and all Katie could do was sigh.
When the weight on the bed shifted, Katie stiffened, turning her bruised face to Fred’s.
“I really am…” he whispered.
He was sitting in the curved bend of her legs, his left hand resting on the cot on the opposite side from where he sat, his arm angled over her thighs.
“…on purpose…” she muttered absently, just aware at how close Fred was to her, his face only inches away.
“What?” he purred in question.
Katie swallowed her nervousness. Fred had always teased her, ever since they first got on the Gryffindor team. If it wasn’t teasing her about how boyishly she played…it was flirting…how well she had begun to fill out her uniform, how lovely her hair looked streaming behind her when she flew.
“You gave me that foul nougat on purpose,” she clarified, leaning back into the pillows of the Hospital Wing cot, putting distance between herself and the boy leaning over her.
Fred grinned. “Why would I do that?”
Katie frowned. “Because you’ve always been this way…you don’t care about anyone’s feelings but your own. George is the same way. It doesn’t matter how many times you have to humiliate someone…you always get your laughs, in the end.”
Fred’s face flushed and he averted his eyes.
“Even in a match, you and George never take it seriously…”
Katie trailed, feeling suddenly dizzy again. Madame Pomfrey had given her a potion, but it had yet to kick in. She felt slightly nauseous and promptly closed her mouth. Of course, Katie knew that if she were to vomit, it would have been a fitting retort to Fred Weasley’s nougat…
“I swear, Katie, I was only trying to help. My idiot baby brother was off his game, and I thought that if I have you the other half of the nougat, it would stop the bleeding…” Fred attempted to explain. “I would never hurt a teammate…or a friend.”
Katie snorted. The year before, Katie had waited and waited for Fred, or even George, to ask her to the Yule Ball…but instead Fred asked Angelina. Katie had gone to the Ball with McLaggen…a mistake…and only because no on had asked her before then.
“Why don’t you believe me?” Fred whispered.
Katie sighed again, crossing her arms before, her eyes moving to the boy sitting on the edge of her bed.
“Because half of what you say is unbelievable?” she muttered, her nausea gone.
Fred grinned. “True.”
Katie smirked. She had always liked Fred…ever since she was in First Year and he in Second. She had been one of the few who could tell the Weasley twins apart…even Angelina was not so informed. Even on the field, Katie knew which was Fred…by the way he shifted his weight to the back of his broom while flying, centering his weight better than George. In the corridors, Fred shuffled his feet less than George… Katie wondered if Fred ever knew of the way she watched him. He was not merely a teammate to her…
“I really am sorry, Katie. Just tell me how I can make it up to you…”
Katie’s heart fluttered, and once again she felt dizzy. Fred moved closer, leaning over her to stare into her nearly bloodless face. Unable to stop herself, attributing it to blood loss, she murmured her answer.
Fred grinned again, his crimson-fringed hair falling about his cheeks. In the early evening light through the ward window, it looked like blood.
“Alright…” he whispered.
Katie’s eyes widened. All she could see was Fred’s long eyelashes, and feel his warm lips moving over hers, coaxing her to move. She returned his kiss, her mouth opening, her eyes shutting. It was not her first kiss, but her second. Fred Weasley was no stranger to kissing, and Katie felt her cheeks begin to burn at the thought that he most likely had kissed Angelina….
Her arms wrapped about his neck, pulling him closer. Angelina was her best friend, but Angelina could never know how much Katie had wanted Fred Weasley. Fred hummed into her mouth as the kiss deepened. Katie knew she was coming on too strong, she knew that Fred would most likely hate her later…but it did not matter. She wanted to feel his lips upon her, his weight against her.
Even if it meant that their friendship would change or end…Katie knew that she would, at least, be teammates with Fred Weasley.