Title: Dibs
Author: Sofie K Werkers
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairings: George Weasley/Lee Jordan
Rating: PG
Summary: Lee and George and sibling rivalry.
Status: New, finished.
Date: 13-14 September 2002
Archive: Yes to Rareslash and Silverlake. All others, please ask.
Email: [email protected]
Feedback: If you like this story, please let me know. If you don't, please let me know why not.
Web Page:
Disclaimer: JK owns everything, quite possibly including my soul. Profit? I see no profit here.
Author's Notes: Written for Silvia's First Kiss Project(
/), and dedicated to Jordan (), who is the George to my Lee over at Hogwarts After Dark ().
Dibs
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by Sofie K Werkers
Most of the time, George liked being a twin. It was fun,
always having someone around to plot mischief with, always
a friend nearby. Sometimes, though, he was tired of always
being part of "them". He was always one of the twins and
everything was always "theirs", not "his". Even friends.
He glanced over at the next library table, where Lee and
Fred were having an animated discussion of, as far as
George could tell, various things they'd like to do to
assorted Slytherins.
'I saw him first, dammit.'
It had been on the Hogwarts Express, first year. Fred and
he had been telling the other first years all about the
Sorting, and, just when he was in the middle of explaining
a group of them the best way to trick the spiders, a voice
piped up, "Sorting's not done with *spiders*, you idiot."
He put on his haughtiest, most Percy expression and glared
at the other boy. "Oh, really? And how would *you* know?"
"My three sisters all went to Hogwarts. They told me." The
other grinned at him. "It's not spiders, it's a *troll*."
So he'd just sat back and listened to the boy terrify the
other firsties, and afterwards the other boy had come to
him. "Hey. I'm Lee Jordan."
"George Weasley."
"Ah, you're one of Charlie Weasley's brothers, right? One
of the twins?"
"Yeah. Fred's around here somewhere. You want a chocolate
frog?"
"Oh, thanks." Then he grinned again, put an arm around
George's shoulders, and said, "This could be the beginning
of a beautiful friendship."
Of course, Fred had come in quickly after that, but George
still kept thinking of Lee as more *his* best friend than
*theirs*. And he really hated it sometimes when Fred and
Lee were off doing things without him.
'*I* saw him *first*, dammit.'
"George! What are you moping about?" He blinked at Lee,
who had somehow appeared in the chair next to him.
"Oh, nothing. Where's Fred?"
Lee shrugged. "He said something about Alicia and skipped
off." He made a face. "But not before gloating about how
*great* it was to kiss her and bla bla bla."
George grinned a little. "You too, huh?"
"Me too what?"
"He's been giving me hell gloating about the fact that
he's kissed someone and I haven't."
"Oh, yeah. Same here. He's a right bastard sometimes. Can
we kill him?"
"Well, he's still my brother. I would kind of miss him if
he were dead. Although," smiling his most brilliant smile
at Lee. "We *could* just take away his reason to be a
bastard."
Lee looked at him, snickered. "Smooth, George." But he
leaned over anyway, and he wasn't smooth, either, but
clumsy and awkward could be nice as well, George decided.
'I got him first.'
END
Author: Sofie K Werkers
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairings: George Weasley/Lee Jordan
Rating: PG
Summary: Lee and George and sibling rivalry.
Status: New, finished.
Date: 13-14 September 2002
Archive: Yes to Rareslash and Silverlake. All others, please ask.
Email: [email protected]
Feedback: If you like this story, please let me know. If you don't, please let me know why not.
Web Page:
Disclaimer: JK owns everything, quite possibly including my soul. Profit? I see no profit here.
Author's Notes: Written for Silvia's First Kiss Project(
/), and dedicated to Jordan (), who is the George to my Lee over at Hogwarts After Dark ().
Dibs
====
by Sofie K Werkers
Most of the time, George liked being a twin. It was fun,
always having someone around to plot mischief with, always
a friend nearby. Sometimes, though, he was tired of always
being part of "them". He was always one of the twins and
everything was always "theirs", not "his". Even friends.
He glanced over at the next library table, where Lee and
Fred were having an animated discussion of, as far as
George could tell, various things they'd like to do to
assorted Slytherins.
'I saw him first, dammit.'
It had been on the Hogwarts Express, first year. Fred and
he had been telling the other first years all about the
Sorting, and, just when he was in the middle of explaining
a group of them the best way to trick the spiders, a voice
piped up, "Sorting's not done with *spiders*, you idiot."
He put on his haughtiest, most Percy expression and glared
at the other boy. "Oh, really? And how would *you* know?"
"My three sisters all went to Hogwarts. They told me." The
other grinned at him. "It's not spiders, it's a *troll*."
So he'd just sat back and listened to the boy terrify the
other firsties, and afterwards the other boy had come to
him. "Hey. I'm Lee Jordan."
"George Weasley."
"Ah, you're one of Charlie Weasley's brothers, right? One
of the twins?"
"Yeah. Fred's around here somewhere. You want a chocolate
frog?"
"Oh, thanks." Then he grinned again, put an arm around
George's shoulders, and said, "This could be the beginning
of a beautiful friendship."
Of course, Fred had come in quickly after that, but George
still kept thinking of Lee as more *his* best friend than
*theirs*. And he really hated it sometimes when Fred and
Lee were off doing things without him.
'*I* saw him *first*, dammit.'
"George! What are you moping about?" He blinked at Lee,
who had somehow appeared in the chair next to him.
"Oh, nothing. Where's Fred?"
Lee shrugged. "He said something about Alicia and skipped
off." He made a face. "But not before gloating about how
*great* it was to kiss her and bla bla bla."
George grinned a little. "You too, huh?"
"Me too what?"
"He's been giving me hell gloating about the fact that
he's kissed someone and I haven't."
"Oh, yeah. Same here. He's a right bastard sometimes. Can
we kill him?"
"Well, he's still my brother. I would kind of miss him if
he were dead. Although," smiling his most brilliant smile
at Lee. "We *could* just take away his reason to be a
bastard."
Lee looked at him, snickered. "Smooth, George." But he
leaned over anyway, and he wasn't smooth, either, but
clumsy and awkward could be nice as well, George decided.
'I got him first.'
END