Disclaimer: All Characters, sports and a few other items are Copy write
J.K. Rowling.
Note: Harry and Oliver fic. Evil Ice Queen (Yumeko) suggested it to me! She's great, I know! Harry is a 3rd year and Oliver a 7th year.
Harry walked down to the Quidditch locker rooms for a very early three in the morning practice with Oliver Wood and the rest of team. As he entered the locker room, Oliver approached him from behind.
"Hey Harry! Excited about the practice this morning? I sure am. We are going to work on our seeker. The most important position!" Said Oliver ever so excitedly.
"Yeah…" Replied Harry very sleepily. "And why do we have to get up so early?"
"We get up early to practice because… Why do I have to explain myself to you?" Oliver said, and then he laughed to let Harry know he was just kidding.
"Right…" Harry yawned.
"Where is everybody?" Asked Oliver, sounding bewildered.
"Well, think about it, Oliver, just think. Now who would want to come to a practice at three in the morning?" Harry replied not even bothering to not make it sound as rude as possible.
Oliver sat down, along with Harry, and thought for a few moments.
"Ah, Harry" He said. "I know what we can do…"
"And what would that be?" Asked Harry flatly.
"It's not Quidditch."
"For once…"
"No, no, Harry, you will like this."
"Oh will I…"
"Just try it."
Oliver pressed his lips, at first, softly against Harry's lips in a soft kiss. Harry tried to resist but Oliver just kissed harder, more violently. He bit Harry's lip as hard as he could, and resulted bleeding. Oliver sucked the blood up and departed from the soft lips of Harry.
Harry stared at Oliver. He didn't know what to think. That, of course was completely unexpected.
"What the hell, Oliver!" Screamed Harry.
"What?" Oliver asked innocently.
"You kissed me!" He cringed and touched his lip.
"So?"
"You KISSED ME!"
"I know that."
"WHY?"
"Because."
"Sorry, I don't swing that way."
"But I do."
"Right Oliver. I'm leaving." Harry said as he began to walk away.
"You can't" Announced Oliver.
"And why not?" Harry asked as he tugged at the door handle.
"They're locked." Said Oliver, slyly.
"DAMMIT!" Screamed Harry.
"What do you think is going to happen?" Oliver asked.
"Gods knows with you anymore." Harry said rudely.
Oliver laughed. "Take a seat then I'll let you go."
Harry reluctantly sat down on a bench while Oliver sat down as well.
"What?" Said Harry.
"Do you want me?" Asked Oliver.
"No… now why"
"Yes you do. You liked that kiss and you know you couldn't get another kiss like it from any girl or anyone else." Oliver said, coming closer to Harry.
"No, I don't, Oliver."
"Yes you do."
Oliver again touched Harry's lips with his own. This time, Harry did not resist. They both kissed as aggressively as they could. Harry pulled away.
"Does that answer you're question?" Asked Harry.
"Yes." Said Oliver.
"Good. Now can I leave?"
"Sure. We're going to do this again sometime."
Note: Harry and Oliver fic. Evil Ice Queen (Yumeko) suggested it to me! She's great, I know! Harry is a 3rd year and Oliver a 7th year.
Harry walked down to the Quidditch locker rooms for a very early three in the morning practice with Oliver Wood and the rest of team. As he entered the locker room, Oliver approached him from behind.
"Hey Harry! Excited about the practice this morning? I sure am. We are going to work on our seeker. The most important position!" Said Oliver ever so excitedly.
"Yeah…" Replied Harry very sleepily. "And why do we have to get up so early?"
"We get up early to practice because… Why do I have to explain myself to you?" Oliver said, and then he laughed to let Harry know he was just kidding.
"Right…" Harry yawned.
"Where is everybody?" Asked Oliver, sounding bewildered.
"Well, think about it, Oliver, just think. Now who would want to come to a practice at three in the morning?" Harry replied not even bothering to not make it sound as rude as possible.
Oliver sat down, along with Harry, and thought for a few moments.
"Ah, Harry" He said. "I know what we can do…"
"And what would that be?" Asked Harry flatly.
"It's not Quidditch."
"For once…"
"No, no, Harry, you will like this."
"Oh will I…"
"Just try it."
Oliver pressed his lips, at first, softly against Harry's lips in a soft kiss. Harry tried to resist but Oliver just kissed harder, more violently. He bit Harry's lip as hard as he could, and resulted bleeding. Oliver sucked the blood up and departed from the soft lips of Harry.
Harry stared at Oliver. He didn't know what to think. That, of course was completely unexpected.
"What the hell, Oliver!" Screamed Harry.
"What?" Oliver asked innocently.
"You kissed me!" He cringed and touched his lip.
"So?"
"You KISSED ME!"
"I know that."
"WHY?"
"Because."
"Sorry, I don't swing that way."
"But I do."
"Right Oliver. I'm leaving." Harry said as he began to walk away.
"You can't" Announced Oliver.
"And why not?" Harry asked as he tugged at the door handle.
"They're locked." Said Oliver, slyly.
"DAMMIT!" Screamed Harry.
"What do you think is going to happen?" Oliver asked.
"Gods knows with you anymore." Harry said rudely.
Oliver laughed. "Take a seat then I'll let you go."
Harry reluctantly sat down on a bench while Oliver sat down as well.
"What?" Said Harry.
"Do you want me?" Asked Oliver.
"No… now why"
"Yes you do. You liked that kiss and you know you couldn't get another kiss like it from any girl or anyone else." Oliver said, coming closer to Harry.
"No, I don't, Oliver."
"Yes you do."
Oliver again touched Harry's lips with his own. This time, Harry did not resist. They both kissed as aggressively as they could. Harry pulled away.
"Does that answer you're question?" Asked Harry.
"Yes." Said Oliver.
"Good. Now can I leave?"
"Sure. We're going to do this again sometime."