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seedeeTitle: Rather Anticlimactic
Pairing: George/Lee
Prompt:1/13: well, if you put it that way
Rating: PG13
Word Count: 781
Summary: Some realisations take a while, and some just suddenly change your life.
Author's Notes: The story will continue.
Link to Prompt Table: here
Lee Jordan fell in love with George Weasley on a Friday in his seventh year at Hogwarts. The whole thing was rather anticlimactic and not in the least spectacular, but made his life annoyingly complicated.
The twins had worked on improving the Puking Pastilles the night before, George being the lucky one to test them, retching for hours while Fred had tried to brew an antidote that worked. Very late, the three of them had finally gone to sleep, Fred staying in George's bed, watching protectively over his brother who was too weak to protest.
It was still early, a few hours later, when Fred forced Lee to get up, dress in maximum speed and shooed him out of the dormitory. He said George needed more sleep. Lee answered with a rude gesture. He needed sleep as well.
When George came stomping into the Great Hall another few hours later – Fred and Lee were about to have lunch - he was still pale, his freckles still too dark and his hair sticking out in every direction. There was no doubt that he'd just come out of bed.
"Bloody tossers," he cursed, glared at them and sat down next to Fred, shoved him, so that he bumped into Lee. "Why didn't you wake me up?"
"Aww, look at him. Isn't he adorable when he's all sleepy and grumpy?" Fred answered and ruffled George's hair.
"Fuck off." George picked up a slice of toast, sniffed at it, put it back, groaned and pressed his hand against his stomach.
Lee had indeed looked at him. He agreed. George was adorable in a very sincere, non-sarcastic way. And just like that, with nothing else happening, he knew he was doomed.
He started to notice the little things. The way George ate his porridge was mesmerizing and the way he licked ice-cream off his spoon was probably illegal in a country or twelve. George made even the act of putting on a shirt most special. One time, Lee caught himself sighing because he watched George making notes during Transfiguration and the muscles in his forearm moved just so. Lee was disgusted with himself, but that didn't help in the least.
Despite that Lee was a Gryffindor, a boy and stuck in a battle with his hormones, he managed not to give himself away. He made sure not to be in the shower at the same time as George, as that inevitably led to dire consequences. When George flounced around in the dorm half naked, Lee either left the room or averted his eyes. He was careful not to stare too much at George, and if he did, he stared just as long at Fred or any other random male. The rumour that he had a crush on Angelina, Lee had spread himself. He'd been the twins' best friend long enough to know that a good distraction covers almost anything. In any case, it worked. They didn't have a clue. He was being subtle.
"OI, Jordan!" Fred's voice stopped Lee's pensive moment on the common room couch. "Quit staring at George's arse and grab your broom, we're going flying." Right. Maybe he hadn't been that subtle.
"Well, look at it," he answered, glad that he didn't blush easily. "Did you know it's freckled?"
"I've heard about it." Fred sighed and shook his head. "Don't tell the girls about his haemorrhoids, though. He's a bit embarrassed."
The banter went on, back and forth, until George smacked both of them upside the head.
It had been a near slip, but Lee had saved it.
In the following weeks he got better, pretending that everything was normal and that nothing had changed. He tried to convince himself that he didn't lust after George, didn't want to touch him, didn't want to kiss him, didn't want to just hold him and tell him that he was gorgeous.
Sometimes it almost worked.
It didn't work, though, when Lee woke up sticky and sweaty and the same person he just had dreamed about was standing there, grinning. It didn't work when he watched George brewing potions in their dorm with a look of concentration on his face. It didn't work when his thoughts kept wandering, imagining things one surely didn't do with his best mate. And it certainly didn't help when George took Lee's hand after he'd returned from detention and looked at the words etched into the skin with blazing eyes, saying, "She'll pay for that."
Maybe Alicia was right, though. They were doing homework together, but Lee only thought of red hair and freckles, chewing on the end of his quill. "It could be worse," she said softly. "You could have a crush on Fred."
next: 2. no one expects the Spanish Inquisition!
Pairing: George/Lee
Prompt:1/13: well, if you put it that way
Rating: PG13
Word Count: 781
Summary: Some realisations take a while, and some just suddenly change your life.
Author's Notes: The story will continue.
Link to Prompt Table: here
Lee Jordan fell in love with George Weasley on a Friday in his seventh year at Hogwarts. The whole thing was rather anticlimactic and not in the least spectacular, but made his life annoyingly complicated.
The twins had worked on improving the Puking Pastilles the night before, George being the lucky one to test them, retching for hours while Fred had tried to brew an antidote that worked. Very late, the three of them had finally gone to sleep, Fred staying in George's bed, watching protectively over his brother who was too weak to protest.
It was still early, a few hours later, when Fred forced Lee to get up, dress in maximum speed and shooed him out of the dormitory. He said George needed more sleep. Lee answered with a rude gesture. He needed sleep as well.
When George came stomping into the Great Hall another few hours later – Fred and Lee were about to have lunch - he was still pale, his freckles still too dark and his hair sticking out in every direction. There was no doubt that he'd just come out of bed.
"Bloody tossers," he cursed, glared at them and sat down next to Fred, shoved him, so that he bumped into Lee. "Why didn't you wake me up?"
"Aww, look at him. Isn't he adorable when he's all sleepy and grumpy?" Fred answered and ruffled George's hair.
"Fuck off." George picked up a slice of toast, sniffed at it, put it back, groaned and pressed his hand against his stomach.
Lee had indeed looked at him. He agreed. George was adorable in a very sincere, non-sarcastic way. And just like that, with nothing else happening, he knew he was doomed.
He started to notice the little things. The way George ate his porridge was mesmerizing and the way he licked ice-cream off his spoon was probably illegal in a country or twelve. George made even the act of putting on a shirt most special. One time, Lee caught himself sighing because he watched George making notes during Transfiguration and the muscles in his forearm moved just so. Lee was disgusted with himself, but that didn't help in the least.
Despite that Lee was a Gryffindor, a boy and stuck in a battle with his hormones, he managed not to give himself away. He made sure not to be in the shower at the same time as George, as that inevitably led to dire consequences. When George flounced around in the dorm half naked, Lee either left the room or averted his eyes. He was careful not to stare too much at George, and if he did, he stared just as long at Fred or any other random male. The rumour that he had a crush on Angelina, Lee had spread himself. He'd been the twins' best friend long enough to know that a good distraction covers almost anything. In any case, it worked. They didn't have a clue. He was being subtle.
"OI, Jordan!" Fred's voice stopped Lee's pensive moment on the common room couch. "Quit staring at George's arse and grab your broom, we're going flying." Right. Maybe he hadn't been that subtle.
"Well, look at it," he answered, glad that he didn't blush easily. "Did you know it's freckled?"
"I've heard about it." Fred sighed and shook his head. "Don't tell the girls about his haemorrhoids, though. He's a bit embarrassed."
The banter went on, back and forth, until George smacked both of them upside the head.
It had been a near slip, but Lee had saved it.
In the following weeks he got better, pretending that everything was normal and that nothing had changed. He tried to convince himself that he didn't lust after George, didn't want to touch him, didn't want to kiss him, didn't want to just hold him and tell him that he was gorgeous.
Sometimes it almost worked.
It didn't work, though, when Lee woke up sticky and sweaty and the same person he just had dreamed about was standing there, grinning. It didn't work when he watched George brewing potions in their dorm with a look of concentration on his face. It didn't work when his thoughts kept wandering, imagining things one surely didn't do with his best mate. And it certainly didn't help when George took Lee's hand after he'd returned from detention and looked at the words etched into the skin with blazing eyes, saying, "She'll pay for that."
Maybe Alicia was right, though. They were doing homework together, but Lee only thought of red hair and freckles, chewing on the end of his quill. "It could be worse," she said softly. "You could have a crush on Fred."
next: 2. no one expects the Spanish Inquisition!