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06 April 2006 @ 01:22 pm
 
 
Title: I Love Magic
Author: Chrissy (iwantasoda)
Feedback: My drug of choice
Pairing: Roger/Mark if you squint hard enough
Word Count: 388 (eep! That’s short.)
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Fantasy, Humor
Summary: Mark gets Roger to read with the help of a little magic.
Notes: Yes, I’m playing fast and loose with time lines but that’s okay, right? I had to do this ‘cause Goblet of Fire is out on dvd tomorrow. Written for speed_rent 51
Special Thanks: To my environmental science professor because I wrote this during his class.
Spoilers: None
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: Rent and its characters belong to Jonathan Larson and the Harry Potter fandom belongs to J.K. Rowling, I’m only playing with them.

 
        Mark Cohen groaned as an alarm clock blared somewhere in his dorm room. He groggily slipped on his uniform, his fingers fumbling with his blue and bronze tie, ignoring the commotion around him.
        “Come on, we’re going to be late for breakfast,” Terry Boot said, slipping his robe on and ushering Mark towards the Great Hall.
        Mark’s eyes lit up, “It’s Halloween!” he exclaimed with a smile as they ran down the hallways. Mark gasped softly as he adjusted his glasses and looked around the beautifully decorated Great Hall. He took a few steps forward and promptly smashed into someone very solid. “Sorry Harry,” he squeaked softly, finding himself face-to-face with the famous Harry Potter.
        Harry smiled at him, his green eyes sparkling. “Don’t worry about it. See you in Transfiguration Mark,’ he said with a wave as he walked towards the Gryffindor table.
        “He knows my name,” Mark said in disbelief, joining his classmates at the Ravenclaw table.
        “Who does?” Terry asked as he dug into his breakfast.
        “Harry,” he said with a goofy grin.
        “Who the fuck is Harry?” a voice asked, jumping on Mark’s bed, jerking him out of his dreams.
        “What the hell are you talking about?” Mark asked with a yawn, glaring at Roger’s blurry figure.
        “You moaned his name. Who is he?” Roger pried as Mark reached for his glasses.
        “No one,” Mark muttered, blushing slightly and shoving something deeper under his pillow.
        Roger raised an eyebrow and plunged his hand under the pillow, pulling out a hardcover book. “What have we been reading Marky? Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone. Well, I think I found Harry,” he said, flipping the book open, pausing on a well-read page. “Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry?” Roger asked, glancing up at Mark.
        “Harry’s a wizard in his first year at Hogwarts. Some kid left it on a bench in the park so I took it,” Mark said with a shrug, realizing that Roger was still flipping through the book.
        “Can I…?” Roger asked, closing the book reluctantly.
        “Sure. Magic is fun,” Mark assured him. He would have to be something magical to actually get Roger to read.
        A few days later, Mark was once again awakened by the feel of Roger jumping on his bed.
        “I love magic,” Roger declared with a wide grin.