Closer
By: Trephinia Cealyn
A/N: I've got the fire of a finished fic pumping through my veins. If you ever need fuel for your writing finish a story, poem, fic, anything. It will get you going faster than ANY plot bunny will.
P.S-- this is the Physical sequel. I think it will be longer? Ideas on this, yes no (hopefully yes?)
Chapter 1 | You Let Me Violate You
It was the summer of their sixth year. Only one more year left and they would be out of Hogwarts. Forever. Harry felt relieved about this. Hogwarts only held bad memories for him, and what good memories he had at Hogwarts were overshadowed by bad. It didn't really matter to him though. Nothing really mattered to Harry anymore.
"Alright!" Called a bright and cheery voice. "Rise and shine Harry my friend, it is a new and glorious day."
"Who are you and what have you done with Fred Weasley?" Harry mumbled and pulled his covers over his head. He had retreated to The Burrow after Dudley slammed his head in a car door repeatedly.
"Oh no you don't mister!" Fred ripped the covers off Harry and immediatly started to tickle him. Harry was frantically trying to get Fred to stop tickling him and trying to breath from so much laughing.
"Fred-don't-oh-stop!" Harry shrieked. Just then George decided to walk in.
He didn't have his shirt on. "Well Harry Fred n' I decided you were a big grump and we needed to change that." Harry stared at his chest, clearly not listening to a word he was saying, "We know how upset you are about the stupid Malfoy prick, who in our opinion is completly nutters for giving up a handsome kid like you, so we are taking you out today for a night and day on the town. Now get dressed!" George plopped himself on the bed and let his eyes wander over Harry's body.
"Do you mind leaving while I change?" Harry prodded knowing the answer.
"Yes." Fred and George chimed in and Fred launched himself onto the bed landing beside George.
"Wear the leather. We like the leather." Fred said and George nodded in agreement.
"And the tight black shirt, no the other one," George demanded.
Harry sighed, "Would you two just like to dress me?" Harry realized how stupid he must have been after they exchanged a look and jumped on him, tearing off his clothes. "Hey! Whoa! Alright that was not necessary! Careful there buddy!" Were only a few of the choice things Harry yelled trying to swat them away.
"Perfect." Fred said stepping back to admire his work.
George smiled at Harry clearly sharing the same sentiment as his twin.
"These pants are way to confining."
"Care to prove that statement?" Fred asked daringly, then dragged Harry out of the room and down the stairs to the fireplace before he could respond. "Mom we are taking Harry out shopping! He says he needs new clothes!"
"And he needs to meet some guys!" George added.
Molly Weasley stuck her head into the room and smiled at them, "You boys have fun and be careful. And don't pick up any strangers for Harry. You find him a nice suitable young man, and bring him back for dinner!"
Harry blushed at that. He never knew how accepting Molly was. Fred and George shoved him into the fireplace. Harry yelled Diagon Alley and he was off.
Fred and George tumbled out soon after him. "Right Harry this way," Fred said linking his arm, George grabbed his other one. "We are taking you to a Wizard nightclub, a gay one at that. You are sure to meet a very nice boy there."
Harry didn't seem to sure, and he still liked Draco a whole lot and he wasn't going to compromise.
"Here we are!" Fred said brightly and led the way in.
Harry glumly followed. It was darkly lit with a few lights on the dance floor, there were couches in little alcoves along the walls and Harry headed over to one of them before the Weasley twins could begin to vertically rape him. He loved them and all but they were like brothers, and a little too friendly. He sat down rather heavily on the couch and put his chin in hands looking glumly at the twins grinding on the dance floor.
He had been sitting there a good half hour, with only two people asking to dance, he rejected them politly, when who of all people should show up but Oliver Wood. Harry stared at his former captain who had matured beyond all sense of the word into a beautiful, wonderfully sculpted adult. Harry practically drooled on the spot. He never realized how pretty his captain was.
"Hey Harry!" Oliver said brightly looking Harry up and down. "Fancy seeing you here."
"The twins brought me," Harry said pointing to the two pranksters who were busy dancing with random handsome men. "They said I needed to liven up, and experience new people."
"Having a rough post-breakup?" Oliver inquired.
Harry shrugged, "It was never really much of a relationship." He said quietly.
"Well come on Harry," Oliver set his drink down and stood up, "Let's dance!"
"I'd really rather not," Harry said but Oliver was already dragging him to the floor. Fortunetly away from the twins. Harry felt akward and unsure. He had never danced before. Painfully a memory of last year came back hitting Harry upside the head, '... if you're nice to me I'll dance for you.' Harry gasped and fell into Oliver.
Oliver took that as a good thing, because he had no idea what was going through Harry's mind. He put his arms around Harry's waist and pulled him closer so their hips were grinding into eachother. Harry gasped again. It felt nice. He felt like he was betraying Draco... but then he remembered they weren't dating. Harry felt like crying but he had to get over it. So Harry pushed it all out of his head and focused on this very pretty, attracitve, former teammate, who obviously wanted Harry's hot bod, and tried to have fun.
Soon they were snogging on the couch in the alcove. Harry loved it. It felt so rebellious. Here he was snogging... with Oliver Wood.
"So you found a friend!" Harry knew that voice. Fred. He pulled away from Oliver sheepishly.
"Hello... Geo... Fred!" Oliver said and he stood up to shake hands. Fred smiled brightly at Harry.
George sidled up next to his twin and said, "You're invited to dinner, mum told us to bring home a nice respectable guy for Harry to shag."
Oliver coughed politly, "I can't imagine Mrs. Weasley saying that."
"Oh she meant it." Fred nodded furiously.
Oliver looked down at Harry who was blushed furiously again, "If it's okay with Harry."
"Sure, fine, whatever." Harry mumbled wanting some fresh air.
Fred laughed and the twins dragged the two of them to the Burrow.
~*~
Several helpings later, and lots of laughter Harry found himself outside with Oliver saying goodbye.
"Harry I'm going to be teaching at Hogwarts this year." Oliver said. He had suddenly become rather nervous. Which Harry found cute. "I'm replacing Hooch."
"That's great!" Harry said enthusiastically. "You can help with the team, we're going to be really bad this year."
"Harry I know this is rather sudden and that you just broke up with Malfoy, but would you consider, just think about it, seeing me."
Harry froze. He hadn't expected that. Someone besides Draco liking him. He didn't know what to say. "Can I get back to you on that?"
"So is that a maybe?" Oliver sounded hopefully. Harry nodded and blushed when Oliver pecked him on the cheek, "Night Harry." Harry waved still stunned.
"Why oh why cruel world?"
By: Trephinia Cealyn
A/N: I've got the fire of a finished fic pumping through my veins. If you ever need fuel for your writing finish a story, poem, fic, anything. It will get you going faster than ANY plot bunny will.
P.S-- this is the Physical sequel. I think it will be longer? Ideas on this, yes no (hopefully yes?)
Chapter 1 | You Let Me Violate You
It was the summer of their sixth year. Only one more year left and they would be out of Hogwarts. Forever. Harry felt relieved about this. Hogwarts only held bad memories for him, and what good memories he had at Hogwarts were overshadowed by bad. It didn't really matter to him though. Nothing really mattered to Harry anymore.
"Alright!" Called a bright and cheery voice. "Rise and shine Harry my friend, it is a new and glorious day."
"Who are you and what have you done with Fred Weasley?" Harry mumbled and pulled his covers over his head. He had retreated to The Burrow after Dudley slammed his head in a car door repeatedly.
"Oh no you don't mister!" Fred ripped the covers off Harry and immediatly started to tickle him. Harry was frantically trying to get Fred to stop tickling him and trying to breath from so much laughing.
"Fred-don't-oh-stop!" Harry shrieked. Just then George decided to walk in.
He didn't have his shirt on. "Well Harry Fred n' I decided you were a big grump and we needed to change that." Harry stared at his chest, clearly not listening to a word he was saying, "We know how upset you are about the stupid Malfoy prick, who in our opinion is completly nutters for giving up a handsome kid like you, so we are taking you out today for a night and day on the town. Now get dressed!" George plopped himself on the bed and let his eyes wander over Harry's body.
"Do you mind leaving while I change?" Harry prodded knowing the answer.
"Yes." Fred and George chimed in and Fred launched himself onto the bed landing beside George.
"Wear the leather. We like the leather." Fred said and George nodded in agreement.
"And the tight black shirt, no the other one," George demanded.
Harry sighed, "Would you two just like to dress me?" Harry realized how stupid he must have been after they exchanged a look and jumped on him, tearing off his clothes. "Hey! Whoa! Alright that was not necessary! Careful there buddy!" Were only a few of the choice things Harry yelled trying to swat them away.
"Perfect." Fred said stepping back to admire his work.
George smiled at Harry clearly sharing the same sentiment as his twin.
"These pants are way to confining."
"Care to prove that statement?" Fred asked daringly, then dragged Harry out of the room and down the stairs to the fireplace before he could respond. "Mom we are taking Harry out shopping! He says he needs new clothes!"
"And he needs to meet some guys!" George added.
Molly Weasley stuck her head into the room and smiled at them, "You boys have fun and be careful. And don't pick up any strangers for Harry. You find him a nice suitable young man, and bring him back for dinner!"
Harry blushed at that. He never knew how accepting Molly was. Fred and George shoved him into the fireplace. Harry yelled Diagon Alley and he was off.
Fred and George tumbled out soon after him. "Right Harry this way," Fred said linking his arm, George grabbed his other one. "We are taking you to a Wizard nightclub, a gay one at that. You are sure to meet a very nice boy there."
Harry didn't seem to sure, and he still liked Draco a whole lot and he wasn't going to compromise.
"Here we are!" Fred said brightly and led the way in.
Harry glumly followed. It was darkly lit with a few lights on the dance floor, there were couches in little alcoves along the walls and Harry headed over to one of them before the Weasley twins could begin to vertically rape him. He loved them and all but they were like brothers, and a little too friendly. He sat down rather heavily on the couch and put his chin in hands looking glumly at the twins grinding on the dance floor.
He had been sitting there a good half hour, with only two people asking to dance, he rejected them politly, when who of all people should show up but Oliver Wood. Harry stared at his former captain who had matured beyond all sense of the word into a beautiful, wonderfully sculpted adult. Harry practically drooled on the spot. He never realized how pretty his captain was.
"Hey Harry!" Oliver said brightly looking Harry up and down. "Fancy seeing you here."
"The twins brought me," Harry said pointing to the two pranksters who were busy dancing with random handsome men. "They said I needed to liven up, and experience new people."
"Having a rough post-breakup?" Oliver inquired.
Harry shrugged, "It was never really much of a relationship." He said quietly.
"Well come on Harry," Oliver set his drink down and stood up, "Let's dance!"
"I'd really rather not," Harry said but Oliver was already dragging him to the floor. Fortunetly away from the twins. Harry felt akward and unsure. He had never danced before. Painfully a memory of last year came back hitting Harry upside the head, '... if you're nice to me I'll dance for you.' Harry gasped and fell into Oliver.
Oliver took that as a good thing, because he had no idea what was going through Harry's mind. He put his arms around Harry's waist and pulled him closer so their hips were grinding into eachother. Harry gasped again. It felt nice. He felt like he was betraying Draco... but then he remembered they weren't dating. Harry felt like crying but he had to get over it. So Harry pushed it all out of his head and focused on this very pretty, attracitve, former teammate, who obviously wanted Harry's hot bod, and tried to have fun.
Soon they were snogging on the couch in the alcove. Harry loved it. It felt so rebellious. Here he was snogging... with Oliver Wood.
"So you found a friend!" Harry knew that voice. Fred. He pulled away from Oliver sheepishly.
"Hello... Geo... Fred!" Oliver said and he stood up to shake hands. Fred smiled brightly at Harry.
George sidled up next to his twin and said, "You're invited to dinner, mum told us to bring home a nice respectable guy for Harry to shag."
Oliver coughed politly, "I can't imagine Mrs. Weasley saying that."
"Oh she meant it." Fred nodded furiously.
Oliver looked down at Harry who was blushed furiously again, "If it's okay with Harry."
"Sure, fine, whatever." Harry mumbled wanting some fresh air.
Fred laughed and the twins dragged the two of them to the Burrow.
~*~
Several helpings later, and lots of laughter Harry found himself outside with Oliver saying goodbye.
"Harry I'm going to be teaching at Hogwarts this year." Oliver said. He had suddenly become rather nervous. Which Harry found cute. "I'm replacing Hooch."
"That's great!" Harry said enthusiastically. "You can help with the team, we're going to be really bad this year."
"Harry I know this is rather sudden and that you just broke up with Malfoy, but would you consider, just think about it, seeing me."
Harry froze. He hadn't expected that. Someone besides Draco liking him. He didn't know what to say. "Can I get back to you on that?"
"So is that a maybe?" Oliver sounded hopefully. Harry nodded and blushed when Oliver pecked him on the cheek, "Night Harry." Harry waved still stunned.
"Why oh why cruel world?"