PERCEPTION

 

Lee thinks that its really too bad that Marcus Flint is both a Slytherin and an asshole. Besides those two unfortunate details, he has a lot of good things going for him. Well, less than a lot, really. Mostly just a hot ass and strong hands that look good wrapped around the handle of a broom.

Unfortunately, these two things are enough to keep Lee sufficiently distracted, so he spends a lot of time during Quidditch games staring at Marcus. And also during breakfast, lunch, and dinner. And maybe, perhaps, whenever they pass each other in the hall, and also during visits to Hogsmeade. Every time Fred and George are distracted enough not to notice, really.

Still, this is really no reason for Marcus to slam him against a wall and growl at him, "Why the fuck are you always looking at me, Jordan?"

Lee narrows his eyes and rubs his collarbone irritably. "Why are you always looking at me, Flint?"

Proving that intellect is not on his rather short list of good qualities, Flint simply looks confused. "What? No, you little fuck. You've been staring at me."

"But," Lee reasons, "you would have no way of knowing that if you hadn't been looking at me. Also, I don't appear to be pressing you against the side of a greenhouse, so maybe we should think about who's really stalking who here, hmm?"

Marcus punches him in the stomach, and doesn't press him against any more walls. In fact, he basically ignores him for the rest of the school year, even when Lee sets his tarantula loose on the Slytherin table during breakfast. At the next Quidditch match, though, the first time Lee says, "Captain Marcus Flint," he almost falls off his broom, and the way he clutches it coming back up is really satisfying enough.

 

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