Prompt Series pts 5 - 6
And another couple for ~ the Harry Potter prompt series
Title: Hibernation
Rating: PG-13 (maybe)
Wordcount: 300
Pairing/Characters: Oliver/Cedric
Disclaimer: All characters and places belong to J.K. Rowling
Prompts: Photo, Bed Hair and Badger
Oliver Wood banged again on the door, shuffling from one foot to the other in an effort to keep somewhat warm. The door was opened by a middle aged man, not the teen he was expecting
“Hey Mr Diggory, Ced home?”
“Oliver my boy, good to see you, come in, come in”
Oliver was ushered into the hallway, where he striped out of his wet coat and boots
“How are you? Well, I hope, is the team treating you well? Would you like anything to drink? Tea? Coffee?”
Oliver declined the offers politely; he was still shocked at the treatment he received from his boyfriend’s Father, especially considering the age gap and wondered if his new found fame as Puddlemere’s reserve had anything to do with it
“Is Ced home?”
“The lad is still upstairs, haven’t seen him yet this morning”
“Is it ok if I drop this in his room?”
“Sure it’s time he was up anyway, that boy could sleep the week away and not notice”
Oliver nodded to Mr Diggory and followed the familiar path to Cedric’s bedroom. The room was in darkness, he watched the lump under the covers as he pulled back the heavy duty curtains, the lump made a noise as though it was dying and tried to burrow further
“C’mon Ced, it’s nearly dinner time” he lied, picking up a stuffed badger from the bottom of the Hufflepuff’s bed and throwing it at him
The badger hit its target, a head was raised and Oliver burst out laughing at the bed hair
“It’s not funny” came a sleepy protest
“It is” Oliver smiled sitting down “You asked for this”
Cedric took the official Puddlemere United team photograph and smiled up at Oliver thinking this was possibly the best way to be woken up
End
Title: Pre-Match Warning
Rating: PG-13 (maybe)
Wordcount: 300
Pairing/Characters: Charlie/Oliver
Disclaimer: All characters and places belong to J.K. Rowling
Prompts: Sneezes, Blast Ended Skewt and Jam
“What did you do this time?”
“Finally found me, huh?”
“I’ve only just found out you were in here” Charlie Weasley explained, motioning to the room around him “I think people were trying to keep it from me”
Oliver Wood smiled from his hospital bed “Oh? I can’t imagine why” his voice heavy with sarcasm
“Maybe they thought I might be just a tad mad that my star keeper as landed himself in the hospital wing two days before our big Quidditch match against Slytherin”
“Ha, just a tad?” Oliver’s laugh cut off suddenly as he fell into a sneezing/coughing fit
Charlie took the opportunity to perch on the edge of the bed, covering one of Oliver’s hands - the one resting on the sheets - with his own, using the other to steal grapes from the bedside table
“Hey” Oliver scolded swatting the grape stealing hand away “Hands off my grapes”
“So what happened then? Why do you look like you’ve just gone five rounds with the Giant Squid?” Charlie paused thinking of possibilities ‘protective boyfriend mode’ kicking in “I don’t have to hurt anybody do I?”
Oliver smiled “No, no as it turns out I’m severely allergic to Blast Ended Skewts, swollen eyes, unable to breathe, constant sneezing, they put me in here till my symptoms clear up”
“They better clear up by Saturday”
“For the big match? And they say I’m the competitive one on the team”
Charlie looked away, suddenly embarrassed “Well it’s not just ‘wanting to beat Slytherin’…”
“Go on”
“I kinda have a bet with their captain, looser runs through the Forbidden Forrest naked, covered in jam”
Oliver burst out laughing “If I’m not out of here for the match then I will be out to see that!” he managed through a laughing sneezing fit
End
Title: Hibernation
Rating: PG-13 (maybe)
Wordcount: 300
Pairing/Characters: Oliver/Cedric
Disclaimer: All characters and places belong to J.K. Rowling
Prompts: Photo, Bed Hair and Badger
Oliver Wood banged again on the door, shuffling from one foot to the other in an effort to keep somewhat warm. The door was opened by a middle aged man, not the teen he was expecting
“Hey Mr Diggory, Ced home?”
“Oliver my boy, good to see you, come in, come in”
Oliver was ushered into the hallway, where he striped out of his wet coat and boots
“How are you? Well, I hope, is the team treating you well? Would you like anything to drink? Tea? Coffee?”
Oliver declined the offers politely; he was still shocked at the treatment he received from his boyfriend’s Father, especially considering the age gap and wondered if his new found fame as Puddlemere’s reserve had anything to do with it
“Is Ced home?”
“The lad is still upstairs, haven’t seen him yet this morning”
“Is it ok if I drop this in his room?”
“Sure it’s time he was up anyway, that boy could sleep the week away and not notice”
Oliver nodded to Mr Diggory and followed the familiar path to Cedric’s bedroom. The room was in darkness, he watched the lump under the covers as he pulled back the heavy duty curtains, the lump made a noise as though it was dying and tried to burrow further
“C’mon Ced, it’s nearly dinner time” he lied, picking up a stuffed badger from the bottom of the Hufflepuff’s bed and throwing it at him
The badger hit its target, a head was raised and Oliver burst out laughing at the bed hair
“It’s not funny” came a sleepy protest
“It is” Oliver smiled sitting down “You asked for this”
Cedric took the official Puddlemere United team photograph and smiled up at Oliver thinking this was possibly the best way to be woken up
End
Title: Pre-Match Warning
Rating: PG-13 (maybe)
Wordcount: 300
Pairing/Characters: Charlie/Oliver
Disclaimer: All characters and places belong to J.K. Rowling
Prompts: Sneezes, Blast Ended Skewt and Jam
“What did you do this time?”
“Finally found me, huh?”
“I’ve only just found out you were in here” Charlie Weasley explained, motioning to the room around him “I think people were trying to keep it from me”
Oliver Wood smiled from his hospital bed “Oh? I can’t imagine why” his voice heavy with sarcasm
“Maybe they thought I might be just a tad mad that my star keeper as landed himself in the hospital wing two days before our big Quidditch match against Slytherin”
“Ha, just a tad?” Oliver’s laugh cut off suddenly as he fell into a sneezing/coughing fit
Charlie took the opportunity to perch on the edge of the bed, covering one of Oliver’s hands - the one resting on the sheets - with his own, using the other to steal grapes from the bedside table
“Hey” Oliver scolded swatting the grape stealing hand away “Hands off my grapes”
“So what happened then? Why do you look like you’ve just gone five rounds with the Giant Squid?” Charlie paused thinking of possibilities ‘protective boyfriend mode’ kicking in “I don’t have to hurt anybody do I?”
Oliver smiled “No, no as it turns out I’m severely allergic to Blast Ended Skewts, swollen eyes, unable to breathe, constant sneezing, they put me in here till my symptoms clear up”
“They better clear up by Saturday”
“For the big match? And they say I’m the competitive one on the team”
Charlie looked away, suddenly embarrassed “Well it’s not just ‘wanting to beat Slytherin’…”
“Go on”
“I kinda have a bet with their captain, looser runs through the Forbidden Forrest naked, covered in jam”
Oliver burst out laughing “If I’m not out of here for the match then I will be out to see that!” he managed through a laughing sneezing fit
End