Quidditch and Cocoa
Title: Quidditch and Cocoa
Author:
chaeldub
Characters: Colin, Oliver.
Prompt Set: (50.3)
Prompt: #28, Asleep
Rating: G - pre-slash
Word Count: 637
Era/Time-Frame: Autumn School Holidays (Half-Blood Prince)
Summary: Colin has set himself an assignment - Oliver Wood: Gryffindor's Greatest Quidditch Player?
A/N: set in my Little House by the Sea arc of fics
~*~
How could watching Quidditch be so tiring? Colin stifled a yawn as he accepted the mug of coffee from his host.
"Past your bedtime?"
"Very funny. I dunno, must be all the excitement. That was my first time watching a professional match. It was so exciting. There were so many people with banners, flags, and horns. Your team has some mad fans. Also, I think my fingers gone a bit numb from pushing the shutter so many times."
Oliver smiled and sat down opposite, he muttered something and a fire sprang forth in the hearth.
"I imagine you got some good shots, hopefully not the one of me nearly falling of my broom. Not one of my finer moments."
Colin had meant to use that photo as the lead for his story but now that Oliver had mentioned it, maybe he’d go with another.
"You still managed to stop the Quaffle with your feet." Colin said, being as enthusiastic as possible while trying to keep his eyes open.
Flecks of red and orange danced before him as the fire began to warm the room.
"Meant that, I did." Oliver said, grinning slyly, then getting up and putting his back to the fire, "You have to practice all sorts of situations, but I already told you that."
Colin nodded, taking another sip. He’d spent the entire day with Oliver and the team. Scouting the arena, early morning practice and warm up, tactics and finally the match itself. He’d also got some rather revealing photos in the locker rooms after the match, well; some more revealing than others. A bit of steam or a casually draped towel covered up most of the bits he wouldn’t be able to publish in the school newspaper. Unfortunately he didn’t bring any of his developing equipment with him, so he would have to wait until he returned to Hogwarts to see what his lens had captured.
"You haven’t touched your coffee." Oliver observed.
Colin looked at the mug he’d rested on the arm of the chair.
"It’s a little bitter." He said, raising it to his lips.
Oliver stepped forward, took it from his hand and headed in the direction of his kitchen.
"Do you like cocoa?"
"Mhhh."
"I got this from Xavier Rodriguez, plays for…"
Oliver’s voiced carried softly from the other room but faded away as Colin’s eyes began to droop. The fire was so warm after the cold rain that, whilst dampening the clothes, had not dampened the spirits of the enthusiastic Puddlemere supporter’s. It was late and he supposed he should call the Knight Bus to get a ride home.
Another yawn.
A few minutes later Oliver reappeared, two piping hot mugs of cocoa in his hands.
"Colin, it’s getting on a bit and, if you want - I mean you don’t have to, it’s only a suggestion, but you could stay the…"
Oliver saw that Colin’s chin was resting gently on his chest, which was rising and falling slowly. He grabbed a blanket, which his gran had sent him all the way from Kirkcaldy, off the couch and put over the sleeping boy. A callused finger brushed the hair from Colin’s brow, slid across his smooth cheek, then ghosted over his lips before retreating.
He sat down in his chair, slowly sipping on the warm chocolate drink. His shoulder ached from where a bludger had caught him, his lips were chapped from flying in the cold. A hot shower and drinks with the team afterwards hadn’t warmed him, but this… A bit of piece and quiet with a fellow Gryffindor had been a rare thing since leaving school. The fire crackled and he stretched out his legs, eyes drifting across to the sleeping schoolboy. Oliver watched Colin doze for a good half-hour before he too joined him in the land of nod.
tbc.
Author:
chaeldub
Characters: Colin, Oliver.
Prompt Set: (50.3)
Prompt: #28, Asleep
Rating: G - pre-slash
Word Count: 637
Era/Time-Frame: Autumn School Holidays (Half-Blood Prince)
Summary: Colin has set himself an assignment - Oliver Wood: Gryffindor's Greatest Quidditch Player?
A/N: set in my Little House by the Sea arc of fics
~*~
How could watching Quidditch be so tiring? Colin stifled a yawn as he accepted the mug of coffee from his host.
"Past your bedtime?"
"Very funny. I dunno, must be all the excitement. That was my first time watching a professional match. It was so exciting. There were so many people with banners, flags, and horns. Your team has some mad fans. Also, I think my fingers gone a bit numb from pushing the shutter so many times."
Oliver smiled and sat down opposite, he muttered something and a fire sprang forth in the hearth.
"I imagine you got some good shots, hopefully not the one of me nearly falling of my broom. Not one of my finer moments."
Colin had meant to use that photo as the lead for his story but now that Oliver had mentioned it, maybe he’d go with another.
"You still managed to stop the Quaffle with your feet." Colin said, being as enthusiastic as possible while trying to keep his eyes open.
Flecks of red and orange danced before him as the fire began to warm the room.
"Meant that, I did." Oliver said, grinning slyly, then getting up and putting his back to the fire, "You have to practice all sorts of situations, but I already told you that."
Colin nodded, taking another sip. He’d spent the entire day with Oliver and the team. Scouting the arena, early morning practice and warm up, tactics and finally the match itself. He’d also got some rather revealing photos in the locker rooms after the match, well; some more revealing than others. A bit of steam or a casually draped towel covered up most of the bits he wouldn’t be able to publish in the school newspaper. Unfortunately he didn’t bring any of his developing equipment with him, so he would have to wait until he returned to Hogwarts to see what his lens had captured.
"You haven’t touched your coffee." Oliver observed.
Colin looked at the mug he’d rested on the arm of the chair.
"It’s a little bitter." He said, raising it to his lips.
Oliver stepped forward, took it from his hand and headed in the direction of his kitchen.
"Do you like cocoa?"
"Mhhh."
"I got this from Xavier Rodriguez, plays for…"
Oliver’s voiced carried softly from the other room but faded away as Colin’s eyes began to droop. The fire was so warm after the cold rain that, whilst dampening the clothes, had not dampened the spirits of the enthusiastic Puddlemere supporter’s. It was late and he supposed he should call the Knight Bus to get a ride home.
Another yawn.
A few minutes later Oliver reappeared, two piping hot mugs of cocoa in his hands.
"Colin, it’s getting on a bit and, if you want - I mean you don’t have to, it’s only a suggestion, but you could stay the…"
Oliver saw that Colin’s chin was resting gently on his chest, which was rising and falling slowly. He grabbed a blanket, which his gran had sent him all the way from Kirkcaldy, off the couch and put over the sleeping boy. A callused finger brushed the hair from Colin’s brow, slid across his smooth cheek, then ghosted over his lips before retreating.
He sat down in his chair, slowly sipping on the warm chocolate drink. His shoulder ached from where a bludger had caught him, his lips were chapped from flying in the cold. A hot shower and drinks with the team afterwards hadn’t warmed him, but this… A bit of piece and quiet with a fellow Gryffindor had been a rare thing since leaving school. The fire crackled and he stretched out his legs, eyes drifting across to the sleeping schoolboy. Oliver watched Colin doze for a good half-hour before he too joined him in the land of nod.
tbc.