Troublemakers • Weasley & Jordan

The Natural

"Oh, no, don't look in their eyes, 'cause that's how they get you." – Crush Culture by Conan Gray

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Lee enjoyed the control. 

He didn't really know he did, he hadn't realized it yet, but... as he sat beside George in Transfiguration, "taking notes" and "paying attention" to McGonagall's lecture at the head of the classroom, he withdrew a sense of enjoyment from knowing that George was fidgeting. 

George was fidgeting. Gripping his quill a little too tightly, shifting in his seat and pressing his hand to his chin to rest it there. Stiffly. His eyes were rigid as they stayed on McGonagall, but clearly longed to go somewhere else. For the first time, George Weasley, the "bird magnet" of Hogwarts, was flustered. 

And he really did look it. It seemed the day before at The Three Broomsticks did something to him, and Lee was glad. He was getting back at the boy for leaving so abruptly after... 

Well, after that. 

But if Lee was being honest with himself, he was just as frustrated. Because when you go this long without anything, your first time sort of sticks with you. 

Especially when it's with a guy. 

A guy who you know really, really well. 

I'm so screwed, Lee thought to himself as he watched George's slender fingers loosen his tie. 

He sat up, refocusing on his notes. What was McGonagall talking about? Properties of a toadstool? The most efficient method when transfiguring such properties into– 

 Oh, god, his hand was going through his hair. That red hair, down to the back of his pale neck, then around to the front, where his thumb went under his chin. Lee had to look away. 

He felt like some horny fifteen-year-old. This was going to be a problem.

But George was just the same; he was leaning forward against the desk now as to avoid getting any closer to the boy next to him. Because if he did, if he leaned back in his chair where Lee was, then they could touch shoulders, or hands, or legs, or George would just see him out of the corner of his eye, and he would think about things. 

The truth was, both knew that it was going to happen again. Of course they did... they weren't that naive. 

George in particular wanted Lee to finish what he had started the day before. 

It was as if the past two days happened in a blur. They would talk to friends, but it felt distant, like their heads were somewhere else. They would pass by each other in the hall, or the Gryffindor common room, and look, but then look away. 

The night before this morning, George was awake in his bed, turned on his side. He could see Lee beside his own, his head tilted on the pillow, eyes fluttered shut, and one arm draped over his head. His chest in a steady rise and fall. George had stared for longer than he cared to admit.

So now, both were tense. It was another day in class, seated beside each other. 

George smelled good. Lee wanted to punch him for it. Had he put on cologne that morning?

It was one particular statement from McGonagall later in class that finally got them to perk up. 

"Alright, it's time for an in-class exercise," she announced, earning a subtle groan from the students. She waved them off with one hand. "That's enough of that. You'll be paired up with different partners today. Please check the board."