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Because I said I would!
:D
It's only 30 minutes late! XD
Title: Surprise.
Rating: PG.
Pairing: Marcus Flint/Oliver Wood.
Summary: Best to go out being remembered.
Notes: Unbeta'd - I can't be arsed. XD
"So, Wood, fancy a dance?" Wood looks up from his drink, suprise registering on his features as Marcus Flint just stands there holding out his hand awkwardly.
"What?" He asks, not unkindly. Flint shrugs his broad shoulders, and looks thoughtful.
"Well, it'll give the school summat to talk about for years after we've left, won't it?" He eventually murmurs with a reproachful look. Wood considers this, and eventually nods. It's their last year. Nothing left to lose, really.
"Yeah, okay then." He grabs hold of Flint's fingers and pulls himself to his feet. There's pure, shocked silence in the great hall as Marcus Flint leads Oliver Wood onto the floor. The quidditch captains both wearing identical expressions of barely concealed amusement.
For the first time ever the two of them are allies - even if it is for such a stupid reason. This pleases Flint, who locks his hand around Wood's, and places his other on his rival captain's hip.
"Why do I have to be the woman?" Wood asks, but his eyes are glowing. Flint chuckles.
"Wood, Wood, Wood... You have much to learn." He purrs, and...
Can it be? Flint's being courteous... Seductive, even, if he wants to admit it.
"Oh, and I suppose you're the one to teach me?" Wood challenges, rising to meet Flint, placing his stray hand on the Slytherin's shoulder.
"Of course." Flint raises an eyebrow, and the simple gesture makes Wood's stomach flip.
"I look forward to it." He teases as the two of them begin to move slowly, eyes locked on to one another in a fierce battle with no obvious winners. Flint's hand twitches and tightens on Wood's waist, pressing their hips together surrepticiously.
"Hey, d'you know what'd really shock them?" Wood asks, running his tongue over the top of his teeth nervously.
"No... What?" Oh please please please be what I hope he means please, Merlin pl-
"This." And Wood's tongue is in Flint's mouth abrupt but nevertheless welcomed and accomodated.
There's the sound of a hundred first years drawing in breath.
However, in Flint's head it's drowned out by the sound of internal cheering.
Flint nearly moans - nearly.
Instead his hands move up into Wood's hair, pulling the Gryffindor closer in, grinning into the kiss.
Now there's justl the deathly silence that hangs over the Great Hall like the kind of stunned snow that appears in May.
A stray camera bulb flashes, and Wood snorts into Flint's mouth, who in turn begins to shake with laughter.
"Consider it a step towards... Slytherin Griffindor quidditch relations." Harry murmurs to Ron, who is just stood there, jaw hanging open.
"How long d'you reckon that's been going on?" He asks disbelievingly.
"I dunno. Maybe they always just had a bone-crunching-handshake-fetish..." Harry shrugs, unable to think of an answer.
Sadly enough, Wood and Flint would both be inclined to agree.
I'll do the icon meme tomorrow. :3
:D
It's only 30 minutes late! XD
Title: Surprise.
Rating: PG.
Pairing: Marcus Flint/Oliver Wood.
Summary: Best to go out being remembered.
Notes: Unbeta'd - I can't be arsed. XD
"So, Wood, fancy a dance?" Wood looks up from his drink, suprise registering on his features as Marcus Flint just stands there holding out his hand awkwardly.
"What?" He asks, not unkindly. Flint shrugs his broad shoulders, and looks thoughtful.
"Well, it'll give the school summat to talk about for years after we've left, won't it?" He eventually murmurs with a reproachful look. Wood considers this, and eventually nods. It's their last year. Nothing left to lose, really.
"Yeah, okay then." He grabs hold of Flint's fingers and pulls himself to his feet. There's pure, shocked silence in the great hall as Marcus Flint leads Oliver Wood onto the floor. The quidditch captains both wearing identical expressions of barely concealed amusement.
For the first time ever the two of them are allies - even if it is for such a stupid reason. This pleases Flint, who locks his hand around Wood's, and places his other on his rival captain's hip.
"Why do I have to be the woman?" Wood asks, but his eyes are glowing. Flint chuckles.
"Wood, Wood, Wood... You have much to learn." He purrs, and...
Can it be? Flint's being courteous... Seductive, even, if he wants to admit it.
"Oh, and I suppose you're the one to teach me?" Wood challenges, rising to meet Flint, placing his stray hand on the Slytherin's shoulder.
"Of course." Flint raises an eyebrow, and the simple gesture makes Wood's stomach flip.
"I look forward to it." He teases as the two of them begin to move slowly, eyes locked on to one another in a fierce battle with no obvious winners. Flint's hand twitches and tightens on Wood's waist, pressing their hips together surrepticiously.
"Hey, d'you know what'd really shock them?" Wood asks, running his tongue over the top of his teeth nervously.
"No... What?" Oh please please please be what I hope he means please, Merlin pl-
"This." And Wood's tongue is in Flint's mouth abrupt but nevertheless welcomed and accomodated.
There's the sound of a hundred first years drawing in breath.
However, in Flint's head it's drowned out by the sound of internal cheering.
Flint nearly moans - nearly.
Instead his hands move up into Wood's hair, pulling the Gryffindor closer in, grinning into the kiss.
Now there's justl the deathly silence that hangs over the Great Hall like the kind of stunned snow that appears in May.
A stray camera bulb flashes, and Wood snorts into Flint's mouth, who in turn begins to shake with laughter.
"Consider it a step towards... Slytherin Griffindor quidditch relations." Harry murmurs to Ron, who is just stood there, jaw hanging open.
"How long d'you reckon that's been going on?" He asks disbelievingly.
"I dunno. Maybe they always just had a bone-crunching-handshake-fetish..." Harry shrugs, unable to think of an answer.
Sadly enough, Wood and Flint would both be inclined to agree.
I'll do the icon meme tomorrow. :3