Marcus/Oliver: Risk
It was a game that should be played two feet off the ground.
But this was *war*.
They were twenty feet above the lake, stood and balancing carefully aboard their broomsticks. Other than the fact that magic was banned, the rules were that there were no rules… generations of Gryffindor and Slytherin captains had challenged each other, resulting in injuries and hatred, and everyone knew that *this* was the real test. The Quidditch cup was immaterial.
Marcus and Oliver had been playing each other for years. Scores were even.
Obviously, new tactics were called for.
The watchers ashore saw Oliver lean toward Marcus, saw him… um, he had to be whispering to him, right? That was why they were so close. No way could it be what it *looked* like…
Marcus lost.
Oliver visited him in the hospital wing, licked his lips, smiled, and asked for a rematch.
Somewhere private.
But this was *war*.
They were twenty feet above the lake, stood and balancing carefully aboard their broomsticks. Other than the fact that magic was banned, the rules were that there were no rules… generations of Gryffindor and Slytherin captains had challenged each other, resulting in injuries and hatred, and everyone knew that *this* was the real test. The Quidditch cup was immaterial.
Marcus and Oliver had been playing each other for years. Scores were even.
Obviously, new tactics were called for.
The watchers ashore saw Oliver lean toward Marcus, saw him… um, he had to be whispering to him, right? That was why they were so close. No way could it be what it *looked* like…
Marcus lost.
Oliver visited him in the hospital wing, licked his lips, smiled, and asked for a rematch.
Somewhere private.