Fletcher Barrow

I'm jealous, I'm overzealous

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Ahh, the fresh air. Fletcher breathed deep into his lungs. Sometimes it was just too much, being holed up inside the castle walls all day long. He had to attend enough classes to keep his grades at least at an acceptable level, so he hadn’t been able to skive all day, but as soon as the class period was over he’d made a beeline for the lawn, and convinced Desmond Potter to come along with.

 

The snow on the ground was just the right consistency for a good snowball fight. The Slytherin scooped up a cold glob of snow with his bare hands and packed it up tight. He needed to let off some steam from being inside all day, so he turned to the Hufflepuff boy and aimed the snowball at him with a mischievous grin. “Oi, Des, catch this with your face!”

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This year has been crazy, so he didn’t tell Fletcher no when they should go outside. It was winter time and the snow was falling, the snow was perfect. Maybe he needed to just get away from the indoors and have some fun outside. While he would want to sleep when he didn’t have to be in class, being down in the dungeons wasn’t something he had to do.

 

With fighting with Seeley, having spin the bottle, and then Seeley friend zoning him. Outside might be the best place for him. While in his hat and scarf, Fletcher yelled something about catching something with his face. A snowball wash heading right towards him.

 

“Whoa, what was that for?” Desmond asked, deciding to make his own snowball and throw it right back at Fletcher.

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It wasn’t a hit, but there’d be plenty more time to try for one. Besides, there was loads of snow on the ground. It wasn’t going anywhere.

 

“Just a bit of fun, mate!” The Slytherin called back over and prepped up another snowball. His fingers were already flushing slightly red and the snow had a bite to it with no gloves on, but that didn’t stop him from having some fun.

 

Desmond’s snowball came flying over and smacked Fletcher in the shoulder. This was war now. “Good one, but I’ll get you back!” He shouted before chucking another snowball at the Hufflepuff.

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Desmond didn’t mind having fun, it was one thing that he was good at. Much better at having fun the sitting in a long class, listening to a boring lesson, and then having to do homework. Like he did the homework in the first place. He kept his grades high enough so he was able to play quidditch, other than that though, he didn’t do anything else.

 

Watching as his snowball hit Fletcher, he laughed. It wasn’t a big hit at all. “Fun is my middle name.” Telling Fletcher, knowing that this was all fun and games. But before he knew it, there was a snowball that hit him right in the face.

 

“Nice aim.” He said as he was falling back. “That was not what I was expecting at all.” Desmond was trying to make another snowball and get back on his feet. It was a lot harder than he pictured in his head.

 

“So… um… how was um… kissing Seeley?” Why did he just ask that. Desmond needed to think before he spoke.

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Score! There was something satisfying about seeing Desmond being hit in the face with a glob of snow. It wasn’t that he held any animosity toward his classmate, but with the things Seeley told him about Potter, sometimes Fletch thought the Hufflepuff boy could use a good snowball to the face.

 

He was getting ready for another retaliation to come flying his way when Desmond asked a question that caught him off guard. Their game of spin the bottle had taken place not too long ago, but the Slytherin hadn’t anticipated being asked about it, or about Seeley in particular. But now he thought about it he realized he should have expected Potter to be curious. Everyone knew he and Seeley had some weird thing going on between them. Though as far as Fletcher knew, Seeley was still single and free to be kissed.

 

“It was pretty good, honestly,” Fletch answered before blowing hot breath onto his frozen fingers. “I wouldn’t mind kissing Seels again, really. I wonder who she liked better though, you or me?

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Why did he ask that, he shouldn’t have asked that. He wasn’t ready for the answer at all, but he figured it was coming. But then Fletcher asked who she thought would be the better kisser. “I am confident that it would be me. I mean that was our third kiss, and I am sure she enjoyed it. No matter what is happening with us.” He said as he got another snowball ready to throw it at Fletcher.

 

Desmond didn’t care that she was single and able to kiss anyone that she wanted to kiss. Desmond was the one that wanted to kiss her. But he wouldn’t tell people that, he had to pretend to be getting over her. Because if not, then how was this going to work on. Moving on from her, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t say that he was a better kisser.

 

He didn’t know how good of a kisser Fletcher was at all, but Desmond was sure he was better.

 

Throwing the snowball right towards Fletcher.

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Fletcher raised his brows and ducked to avoid the incoming snowball. Desmond seemed very confident about his kissing skills, but the Slytherin couldn’t help but poke a little fun right back. “You really sure she liked you better? She didn’t seem too keen at spin the bottle.” To be fair, Potter hadn’t reacted very positively to Seeley’s kiss in the library either, but after sharing a kiss with her himself, Fletch was beginning to wonder if Desmond had been lying at the time.

 

“I dunno, mate. You’ve kissed three times and she still won’t date you? Makes you wonder.” He bent down to pack up another snowball and wished he had brought some gloves along. Too bad there wasn’t a spell to make snowballs for you. Actually, maybe there was, but if it existed he didn’t know it. He’d have to keep pelting the Hufflepuff boy the old fashioned way.

 

“Maybe she likes kissing other people too much to date you.” He flashed a mischievous grin and wound up to throw another snowball. “Like me.”

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What? Did Desmond think he could kiss well? Yes he did, but did that mean he was a good kisser? That was something he didn’t know. But he had to be, since Seeley has kissed him three times. Three times and he been a butt about it all, but she was the one that wanted to stay friends, forget all the mess, and it wasn’t like he would forget it. But he would try to let it go. But then Fletcher said something and Desmond looked at him, “I am sure Fletcher, why else would she kiss me three… count it… three times.”

 

Not date him. “That is because she is…” What was the word he was looking for he didn’t know, but he wasn’t able to get another word out because Fletcher said something that boiled his bones, and he put the snowball down. Some friendly snowball fight this was going to be.

 

“I don’t think she wants to date anyone, and just be friends with them all.” Desmond said as he put his hand in a fist and threw it right at Fletcher.

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”I dunno, maybe she wasn’t sure about it so she needed to kiss you three times to decide?” Fletcher shrugged. Girls were still an absolute mystery to him most of the time, so he wasn’t much help here. He didn’t tend to worry about things like this anyway. He liked to go with the flow and whatever happened happened.

 

While they continued their snowball fight Fletcher noticed a sudden change in Desmond’s demeanor. He seemed agitated, but he didn’t know why. He’d only been poking fun at the Hufflepuff. Fletch was bracing himself for another icy ball of snow to the face when his face was met with something much different - something hard and angry.

 

Stars swam before his eyes and he staggered back a step. His jaw ached and he tasted something metallic on his lip. For a few moments he stood, stunned at how violent this playful fight had got. He’d only been joking, sort of, but seeing the look on Desmond’s face and feeling the fresh pain rippling through his face only fueled him to fight back. “Bloody hell,” he muttered under his breath before lunging toward the Potter boy. If he wanted a fight, he’d get a fight.

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