older!Molly Lu fic.
ooc: This is for just_believes, who requested a fic where Molly Lu beats Xeno at Quidditch and HE POUTS. I know, it was a LONG time ago, but I'm determined to do ALL those requests at some point or another. ;) Besides, this was mostly done and when I reread it, Molly Lu wouldn't shut up.
The last part Molly Lu mentions refers to this conversation. Happy holidays (again)! :D
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The challenge had been issued over lunch, but Molly Lu couldn't remember the exact reason why. They could have been talking about the upcoming Quidditch game, or maybe they had just commented about the weather and how the rain had finally cleared enough for a match. Maybe it could have been both things. Whatever it had been, they had agreed to meet at the end of their lessons out on the grounds so they could have a Quidditch match.
Xeno had always been good at Quidditch. She knew this well enough, because he always represented a challenge for her whenever they would play, which was one of the reasons why she always looked forward to it. And she knew that, no matter what time of the day or how either of them could be feeling, their Gryffindor pride would always agree on a match. A challenge couldn't go unanswered, and neither one was willing to back down when something like that was on the line.
It wasn't until she noticed that the sun had almost finished setting that she conceded that maybe they should head back to the castle. Soon it would be time to eat dinner, and after three long games (the one they were currently playing was to figure out who would win, since Molly Lu had won one game and Xeno another) she was starving.
Just as she was about to turn to Xeno to ask if he was as hungry as she was, one of the last rays of the sun caught with the golden snitch and Molly Lu zoomed forward in an attempt to get it. Xeno had seen the snitch as well, though, and before she knew it they were each racing each other to get the golden ball so one of them could finally win. When Xeno looked like he was about to get it, Molly Lu pushed forward and took the snitch in her hand as she let out a victorious whoop.
"I caught it!" she declared happily as they unmounted their brooms. "I believe that puts me ahead, and I win this afternoon."
"You got lucky," Xeno half-teased as he narrowed his eyes at her. "I almost had it."
In true Potter-like fashion she smiled at him. "Yes well, almost doesn't count. Do I get to shout it from the rooftops and everything?"
Xeno raised an eyebrow at that. "Whatever I say, would it make a difference?"
"...good point." Grinning, she almost bounced as she walked next to him. "Don't worry, I'll let you try and regain your honor tomorrow." With a long sigh, Xeno just shook his head just as Molly Lu was turning to him, and it was then that she caught it.
No, it couldn't be...
...could it?
Blinking, she tried to see if Xenophillius Harry Longbottom was actually, truly, pouting. If someone would have told her about such a sight she would have surely denied it, and would have claimed that that person was hallucinating, but she wasn't hallucinating. Surely she wasn't THAT hungry. He was actually...
"Are you...pouting?
Xeno blinked out of it at once. "Wh-- No! I d-- No!!"
Molly Lu tried to stifle a laugh as much as she could, but...well, she couldn't. Before she could hold it back she started laughing and stopped walking. "Good Godric, Xeno, it's just a match!"
"I. did. NOT. pout."
"Don't try to fool me, Xenophillius Longbottom - I KNOW what a pout looks like. I perfected them from a very young age." She giggled under her breath before smirking. "I made you pout..."
He raised an eyebrow again. "You did no such thing."
"Did too."
"Not."
"Too."
Before he could complain negate the fact that he had, indeed, pouted, Molly Lu grabbed him from the front of his robes and brought him closer to her so she could place a kiss on his lips long enough to make him stop complaining.
When she let him go and she noticed how he seemed to be blinking, trying to figure out what that kiss meant, she just smirked victoriously again. Whether she had used the kiss to just win their argument or for something else, it was impossible to tell.
"That's better than me throwing a Quaffle at your head for pouting, isn't it?"
The last part Molly Lu mentions refers to this conversation. Happy holidays (again)! :D
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The challenge had been issued over lunch, but Molly Lu couldn't remember the exact reason why. They could have been talking about the upcoming Quidditch game, or maybe they had just commented about the weather and how the rain had finally cleared enough for a match. Maybe it could have been both things. Whatever it had been, they had agreed to meet at the end of their lessons out on the grounds so they could have a Quidditch match.
Xeno had always been good at Quidditch. She knew this well enough, because he always represented a challenge for her whenever they would play, which was one of the reasons why she always looked forward to it. And she knew that, no matter what time of the day or how either of them could be feeling, their Gryffindor pride would always agree on a match. A challenge couldn't go unanswered, and neither one was willing to back down when something like that was on the line.
It wasn't until she noticed that the sun had almost finished setting that she conceded that maybe they should head back to the castle. Soon it would be time to eat dinner, and after three long games (the one they were currently playing was to figure out who would win, since Molly Lu had won one game and Xeno another) she was starving.
Just as she was about to turn to Xeno to ask if he was as hungry as she was, one of the last rays of the sun caught with the golden snitch and Molly Lu zoomed forward in an attempt to get it. Xeno had seen the snitch as well, though, and before she knew it they were each racing each other to get the golden ball so one of them could finally win. When Xeno looked like he was about to get it, Molly Lu pushed forward and took the snitch in her hand as she let out a victorious whoop.
"I caught it!" she declared happily as they unmounted their brooms. "I believe that puts me ahead, and I win this afternoon."
"You got lucky," Xeno half-teased as he narrowed his eyes at her. "I almost had it."
In true Potter-like fashion she smiled at him. "Yes well, almost doesn't count. Do I get to shout it from the rooftops and everything?"
Xeno raised an eyebrow at that. "Whatever I say, would it make a difference?"
"...good point." Grinning, she almost bounced as she walked next to him. "Don't worry, I'll let you try and regain your honor tomorrow." With a long sigh, Xeno just shook his head just as Molly Lu was turning to him, and it was then that she caught it.
No, it couldn't be...
...could it?
Blinking, she tried to see if Xenophillius Harry Longbottom was actually, truly, pouting. If someone would have told her about such a sight she would have surely denied it, and would have claimed that that person was hallucinating, but she wasn't hallucinating. Surely she wasn't THAT hungry. He was actually...
"Are you...pouting?
Xeno blinked out of it at once. "Wh-- No! I d-- No!!"
Molly Lu tried to stifle a laugh as much as she could, but...well, she couldn't. Before she could hold it back she started laughing and stopped walking. "Good Godric, Xeno, it's just a match!"
"I. did. NOT. pout."
"Don't try to fool me, Xenophillius Longbottom - I KNOW what a pout looks like. I perfected them from a very young age." She giggled under her breath before smirking. "I made you pout..."
He raised an eyebrow again. "You did no such thing."
"Did too."
"Not."
"Too."
Before he could complain negate the fact that he had, indeed, pouted, Molly Lu grabbed him from the front of his robes and brought him closer to her so she could place a kiss on his lips long enough to make him stop complaining.
When she let him go and she noticed how he seemed to be blinking, trying to figure out what that kiss meant, she just smirked victoriously again. Whether she had used the kiss to just win their argument or for something else, it was impossible to tell.
"That's better than me throwing a Quaffle at your head for pouting, isn't it?"