Round 1 Story Title: The Turmoils of Tea
Author: silentdreamer789
Fandom: Harry Potter
Rating: K+ Little bit of swearing, but nothing else.
Disclaimer: Not mine :(
Summary: When you're sick, even tea can be a cause for disagreement...
Bunny: #36
Notes: Short and pointless. My first time with these characters, so I hope they’re okay. It’s been through the spellchecker, but there may still be mistakes; unfortunately, proofreading is a skill I have yet to master. It’s slash, but nothing explicit, though there are a few naughty words *grins*.

"I want tea." Lee stuck a tousled head out of the mound of bedclothes, staring blearily at his lover as he shuffled into the room.

"I was just thinking that." George leaned tiredly on the doorframe, sniffling wetly. Lee gave a pathetic sounding whine.

"You should get it; I'm sicker."

"No way, I'm definitely worse than you. You get it."

"You're up already."

"I was going to the loo! Besides, this is all your fault. You gave me your cold!" George stared accusingly at the man in the bed. Lee shook his head vehemently, then winced.

"Nah-uh. You gave me your cold." He blew his nose pointedly. "You were sneezing yesterday."

"Well, you were blowing your nose on Sunday!" George pounced on the opportunity.

"I have allergies!" Lee exclaimed, sniffling. George rubbed his nose with a tissue.

"So do I!" They glared at each other for a moment, and then:

"Hept-ISHoooo!"

"HUSHOO!"

"See! You sneezed first! That means you've been sick longer, so you must have given it to me!"

"I did not! You sneezed first!"

"Hept-ISHoooo!"

"HUSHOO!"

"You're the one who works in an office; you probably picked it up there." George snatched another tissue from the box on the bedside table, paused, and then grabbed another. Lee glowered at him, grabbing the box and tucking it beside him on the bed, out of George's reach.

"You probably gave it to yourself making those stupid snack boxes. And you can get your own tissues." His nose tickled, and he sniffed, hard. It didn't help. George noticed at once.

"See! You're going to sneeze again! You're sicker, so you got...huh...got...it...huurhh...fir-"

"Hept-ISHoooo!"

"HUSHOO!"

They sneezed simultaneously. Both opened their mouths, glaring, but just sneezed again.

"Hept-ISHoooo! Heptsch!!!"

"HUSHOO! Huuuhhh-ROOSHOOOO!!"

"Hept-ISHoooo! Hept-ISHOOOOO! Heptsch!!!"

"HUSHOO! Huh...HUSHOO! Huuuhhh-ROOSHOOOO!! "

They stared at each other, noses streaming. There was a moment's silence, then George groaned and flopped onto the bed, face down.

"I feel like shit. My nose is going to drop off."

Lee passed him the tissues.

"Me too. I've been sneezing all day." They both blew their noses, wetly.

"Sorry I gave you my cold."

"Nah, I'm sorry. You were right, I was sick first."

"Well, I kind if wasn't feeling so good even before I started sneezing, so..."

"Neither was I. And this guy sneezed on me last week, so..."

They trailed off, grinning at each other sheepishly, sniffling and dabbing at their equally red noses.

"You know, I think that Oliver was kind of sniffly when he came over on Thursday."

"Yeah? Now that I think of it, I did see him sneeze...but he said it was just allergies."

"Well that's a lame excuse."

"Tell me about it." They shared a look of righteous indignation before both turning away to sneeze.

"Hept-ISHOOOOOOO!"

"HURSHOOOOOO!"

"Bloody Oliver..."

"Should learn to keep his germs to himself..."

They shared a sniffly kiss, breaking away only when their noses started to overflow. Cuddling up together, they stayed in contented silence for a while, punctuated by wet snuffles and the occasional sneeze.

"I really want tea."

"Me too."

"HEPTSCHOOOOOOOO!!"

"HUH-ESHOOOOOO!!"

"We should floo Oliver."

"Good plan."