Mirror Of Erised Chapter 3/???
OMG, so sorry to the mod that had to see my HTML mess up there! I saw my problem and fixed it, sorry again!
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
The days went by fast and Pete was becoming anxious. He was interrupted from his book reading by a very loud whistle.
“Wake up faggot! Time for Quidditch Trials!” came Joe’s voice.
“Now I know you didn’t just call me a faggot Joe Trohman!” Pete leaned forward, chucking the book at his friend’s head.
“Whatever. Come on! I wanna see Andy!” Joe whined. Pete just groaned. He hated Joe for stuff like this - wait for Pete when he has to meet with someone- like he needs Pete’s permission to go!
Go ahead yourself and leave me the fuck alone! That sounded so good in his head, he had to tell him.
Joe put on a fake girl voice. “Like, ohmygosh you just hurt my feelings by saying that!” Joe walked over to Pete, grabbed his head, and started flowering his cheeks with kisses. Pete tried to push him away while laughing.
“Alright come on, I’m getting up! STOP!”
“Good, I knew you would oblige.”
“Fuck you Trohman!”
“HA! Everybody wishes, don’t they?”
++++++++++++++
When Pete and Joe stepped on to the Quidditch field, they didn’t see Andy and Patrick right away, but everyone knows Pete can’t stop an important event just because he thought a guy was cute.
“Alright!” Pete bellowed over the talking people, “I want keepers to try-out first!” Joe was among them, and stepped towards Pete immediately, nervous children following after him. Joe came back with an excellent trial, flying quickly to knock the quierrals away on his Nimbus. He beat Bert McCracken by two blocks.
The bludger try-outs were next, around the time when Andy and Patrick showed up. Now it wasn’t bloody but, yeah, Pete got knocked out at least twice by flying bludgers (even flying people!). But it all came down to a good choice, the bludgers were pretty good too, Travis McCoy, a fifth year, who almost knocked Joe into a concussion, and Bob Bryar, a pretty average size sixth year, who really could knock a bludger out of the pitch.
Pete came out with a very good selection of chasers, as well, there was a lot of arguing and screaming but it all came down to the top three, Lily Allen returning after a very good trial, Frank Iero, a skinny sixth year after zooming very quickly past bludgers and hitting good power balls, and Maja, a seventh year, who had good control over her broom.
Quite happy with himself, Pete went off to the bleachers to say hi to Patrick.
“Hello, stranger” Patrick looked up and blushed.
“Oh, hey, good trials today!” Pete looked over to see Andy and Joe talking.
“Yeah, pretty good. You ready to go?” Pete asked, a broad grin still on his face.
“Where we going?” Patrick asked.
“Shh! Secret!” He placed a finger on his lips and grabbed Patrick’s hand, calling for Joe and Andy.
+++++++++++++
A/N: Ok, this is chapter 3/a because this is just about the quidditch practice and stuff. Comments are LOVE! NICE con crit is ♥.
Title: Mirror Of Erised
Author: ME!
Pairing: Pete/Patrick (maybe some Andy/Joe 'coz I'm original like that)
Rating: PG-13 for this one R later.
Summary: The Hogwarts edition of our lovely pairing. You do the math.
Disclaimer: I do not own England, J.K. Rowling, Hogwarts, or Fall Out Boy (they aren't even British!!!)
Dedication: 
cheshire_cat94 for this lovely Idea for this fic, thanks to her witty comment! Props to her! And to first comment in second chapter jesusbandaids
Author's Notes: I KNOW THIS IS SHORT, DO NOT HURT MEEEE!!! Alright this is Titled chapter 3/a for a reason and I guess I got up and wrote this at 3:00 a.m. and sent it to my celes19 (my beta) the next day, soo... ENJOY!
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
The days went by fast and Pete was becoming anxious. He was interrupted from his book reading by a very loud whistle.
“Wake up faggot! Time for Quidditch Trials!” came Joe’s voice.
“Now I know you didn’t just call me a faggot Joe Trohman!” Pete leaned forward, chucking the book at his friend’s head.
“Whatever. Come on! I wanna see Andy!” Joe whined. Pete just groaned. He hated Joe for stuff like this - wait for Pete when he has to meet with someone- like he needs Pete’s permission to go!
Go ahead yourself and leave me the fuck alone! That sounded so good in his head, he had to tell him.
Joe put on a fake girl voice. “Like, ohmygosh you just hurt my feelings by saying that!” Joe walked over to Pete, grabbed his head, and started flowering his cheeks with kisses. Pete tried to push him away while laughing.
“Alright come on, I’m getting up! STOP!”
“Good, I knew you would oblige.”
“Fuck you Trohman!”
“HA! Everybody wishes, don’t they?”
++++++++++++++
When Pete and Joe stepped on to the Quidditch field, they didn’t see Andy and Patrick right away, but everyone knows Pete can’t stop an important event just because he thought a guy was cute.
“Alright!” Pete bellowed over the talking people, “I want keepers to try-out first!” Joe was among them, and stepped towards Pete immediately, nervous children following after him. Joe came back with an excellent trial, flying quickly to knock the quierrals away on his Nimbus. He beat Bert McCracken by two blocks.
The bludger try-outs were next, around the time when Andy and Patrick showed up. Now it wasn’t bloody but, yeah, Pete got knocked out at least twice by flying bludgers (even flying people!). But it all came down to a good choice, the bludgers were pretty good too, Travis McCoy, a fifth year, who almost knocked Joe into a concussion, and Bob Bryar, a pretty average size sixth year, who really could knock a bludger out of the pitch.
Pete came out with a very good selection of chasers, as well, there was a lot of arguing and screaming but it all came down to the top three, Lily Allen returning after a very good trial, Frank Iero, a skinny sixth year after zooming very quickly past bludgers and hitting good power balls, and Maja, a seventh year, who had good control over her broom.
Quite happy with himself, Pete went off to the bleachers to say hi to Patrick.
“Hello, stranger” Patrick looked up and blushed.
“Oh, hey, good trials today!” Pete looked over to see Andy and Joe talking.
“Yeah, pretty good. You ready to go?” Pete asked, a broad grin still on his face.
“Where we going?” Patrick asked.
“Shh! Secret!” He placed a finger on his lips and grabbed Patrick’s hand, calling for Joe and Andy.
+++++++++++++
A/N: Ok, this is chapter 3/a because this is just about the quidditch practice and stuff. Comments are LOVE! NICE con crit is ♥.