Summary: Taking place during Harry's fourth year (Tri Wiz. Tournament). Relationships develop among Durmstrang and Hogwarts students causing heartbreak and hurt. Mainly slash among Quidditch players from both schools.
Category: Pretty much Romance/Angst, although there is some humor.
Chapter 1 Pairings: CedricxOliver, (OliverxMarcus in flashbacks)
Pairings Chapters 2+: CedricxViktor (possibly), CedricxOliver (still), FredxGeorge Rated : M or NC-17 for VERY graphic sexual content, language, and dialogue. Possibly a threesome in later chapters.
BEFORE YOU READ, read this: I took a few liberties while writing this (Oliver Wood HAS graduated by now, but I made it so he is still a Hogwarts student. I may change it so he comes back as a student teacher, though I am not sure yet).
I'm sinking like a stone in the sea, I'm burning like a bridge for your body. - Brand New
"Three feet of parchment on the uses of Boonslang and Dragon's Blood due Thursday!"
The sound of moaning and groaning rippled across the Potion master's dungeon.
Oliver Wood of course, kept his mouth shut. He did well enough in Snape's class to expect these sort of things at least once a week.
Behind him he could hear the mutinous grumbling of a Hufflepuff boy whose voice he recognized as Cedric Diggory's, "But sir, the tournament!"
"Be silent or I'll make it four!" growled Snape, his black eyes twinkling something deadly.
Cedric's mouth snapped shut. "Excellent," sneered Professor Snape, twirling his wand between his fingers, "Now remember, this better be something good," his black eyes focused on the students in the room, "Just because the Tri Wizard Tournament its going on," he stopped right in front of Cedric's desk, "Gives you no excuse to fail. Even if the task kills you," continued Professor Snape, his lips curling into a nasty smile, "I'll still expect to receive this essay at your funeral."
The bell rang and Oliver quickly stuffed his textbooks into his tattered book bag, his brown eyes occasionally peeking in Cedric's direction. Cedric Diggory of course looked none too happy. Jamming his already beaten up Potions book into his sack, he stalked out of the room, three blonde twittering Hufflepuff girls following him at his heels. Oliver felt his heart drop as he watched the handsome Seeker leave the room.
Ever since he stepped out onto the Quidditch field for the first time, his eyes had instantly connected to Cedric's gray ones. Only to be hit in the head with a Bludger five minutes later, Oliver woke up in the hospital wing two weeks later feeling extremely happy and he couldn't really remember why.
Leaving the dungeons, his mind wandering aimlessly, Oliver didn't realize he was about to walk right into Cedric and Cho caught tightly in a very passionate kiss. "Oy! Watch it there Wood! Some of us have business to attend to!" Cedric flashed him his most winning smile, and Oliver could feel his knees turn to gillyweed.
"S-s-sorry," he said stumbling out of the way, trying to hide his embarrassment with a chuckle, "I think my brain has died. See you at Quidditch later."
"See you," said Cedric as he quickly turned to continue with Cho.
Oliver heard himself sigh as he watched the couple. He had always known he was...different. He had always known he had a certain attraction to other young men. And this feeling was confirmed when he had shared his very first kiss with none other than Slytherin's qudditch captain, Marcus Flint. Now Marcus and Oliver had been enemies on and off the Quidditch field, yet they had always shared something no one else knew. It all started one day after a steaming session of your usual Gryffindor vs. Slytherin match, both teams ending up in twisted heaps on the field.
Oliver rested his head against the wet tile, letting the hot water drip down his frame. The water felt excellent against his bruised and scraped skin, and he closed his eyes, his mind finally resting.
They had lost. Again. If it wasn't for Angelina taking a bludger to the head in the third quarter, Fred and George fighting with Madame Hooch over the accusations of Slytherin's beaters, and Katie Bell colliding with the goal post - they probably would have won.
"Its never good to fall asleep in the shower, Wood. You could slip and drown yourself."
Oliver recognized the slow drawl of Slytherin's captain, Marcus Flint. "Get out of here Flint."
"Or you could hit the faucet and crack your skull open..."
"I mean it!"
Marcus sniggered, "Its a free country Wood. Make me."
"Suck my cock, Flint."
"Gladly."
Oliver twisted the faucet to OFF and he turned face to face with Marcus, "Fuck off."
"I thought you wanted me to suck off? Now how can I fuck you and suck you at the same time?"
Feeling his face turning a deep shade of red, Oliver grabbed his towel and wrapped it around his waist, "This is Gryffindor's shower, Flint. I'm sure its much too clean for a Slytherin." Opening the door to his locker, he snickered, "I'll sick McGonagall on you if your not careful, Flint."
"Shut up, Wood. You know how I hate threesomes."
Oliver closed his eyes as he felt Marcus Flint's arms wrap around his torso, "I know..." he whispered as Marcus rested his head on his shoulder.
Turning so they were face to face, Oliver was overcome with the sensation to kiss Marcus. So he did. Enveloped in each other's arms, Oliver's towel hit the floor, and soon enough, both boys were on top of each other. "Marcus...I..."
"Shhh," said Marcus, "You gave me an order, remember?" Marcus wrapped his lips around Oliver's increasingly stiff member, his tongue gently gliding over the tip.
"Marcus...Oh God..." Oliver's eyes widened with each pump, his fingernails digging into Marcus's scalp. Letting out a rather loud howl, Oliver writhed beneath Marcus, waves of warmth and pleasure running from head to toe.
His hard cock throbbing, Oliver thrust into Flint's mouth, "Marcus, Marcus I'm going to..."
Thrusting into Flint's mouth one last time, Oliver felt the other boys warm lips leave his member as he finally let go. Warm liquid escaped, hitting Flint straight in the face.
"Oh my God...Marcus." Marcus met with Oliver's lips once again, "Taste yourself love, its amazing." The bitter flavor of his own release hit his tongue and he realized he had never tasted anything more lovely.
The rest of the morning flew by in an instant. It was only a few weeks before the next task, and Oliver could overhear Cedric telling his buddies that he had found the perfect solution for breathing underwater…whatever that meant.
"Hey there, Wood!" Whipping around, Oliver spotted an overexcited Neville Longbottom waving frantically. "What is it Longbottom?" He called as Neville ran towards him, holding what looked like an oversized Easter egg. "Its this!" he said excitedly, "I think I've finally figured it out…I think." He brows knitted in thought, "But honestly, I'm not really sure if I'm correct. I know I was right about the Wolfsbane, but this -"
"That's nice," said Wood distractedly, his brown eyes still fixed upon Cedric, "Listen Neville, I'd love to hear about it. But I've really gotta run to the library. I've got some Divination homework that just needs to be done. And God knows how angry Trelawny'll get when she sees I haven't finished my star chart yet, huh?"
"But you said you'd help me with Potions at twelve o clock! Its twelve o five right now and I've got a Potions test at twelve thirty! If I fail - I'm done for!"
Oliver couldn't help but feel terribly sorry for Neville. And he did promise to tutor him at twelve o clock. "Oh alright, come on then." Neville looked extremely happy and during their tutoring session, Oliver only half listened as the other boy chattered on and on about how terrible he was doing in Potions, "And then!" he said dropping the oversized Easter egg on the ground, "Snape told me I had as much brains as that horny toad, and he chucked it at me! Can you believe it?"
"Mhmm," said Oliver, his brown eyes fixed on the back of Cedric Diggory's messy brown hair, "Anyway Neville," he said, shaking himself awake from his lovely daydream (it was about him and Cedric sharing something quite Adult film worthy in Filch's broom closet), "If you want to create a proper draught, you have to make sure you know your fractions. Understand?"
Neville nodded in agreement, "Its always math. I'm terrible at it."
"Me too," said a deep voice behind Oliver, "I've always hated arithmetic. Practically failed Potions last year by putting to much dragon scales in my sleeping draught. Problem was, the sleeping draught didn't call for dragon scales!" The voice let out a hearty chuckle which Oliver suddenly recognized as being Cedric's. Turning around casually, he smiled, "I'd like to continue with my lesson if you don't mind, Diggory. Neville, if you will."
"But wait! The test I have today! It's on a sleeping draught!" exclaimed Neville totally ignoring Oliver, "What did you do differently by making it correct?" "I'm afraid that's up to your teacher to tell you," said Cedric nodding in Oliver's direction, "Listen, Wood. I'd like to have a word with you, if that's alright with your eager young student." Cedric winked at Neville, who quickly beamed back at him, "Its not a problem, Oliver! Go right ahead!"
"Listen Neville, we really have to -"
"No trouble, Wood!"
Oliver sighed and picked himself up from the bench they were sitting on. "So listen Wood," said Cedric, leading the way to a secluded part of the courtyard, "I've got a favor to ask of you."
Folding his arms across his chest, Oliver quirked a somewhat defined eyebrow, "And that would be?"
"I heard you're the expert on these - sort of things," Cedric chuckled and leaned in closer so his voice was barely audible above a whisper, "Listen up Wood, I need your advice on a certain…friend."
"If your talking about girls, then I'm positively stumped," smirking, Oliver continued, "Although I believed you were the expert on that subject anyway."
"This isn't about girls Wood," whispered Cedric, "This is about, a friend. Not a girl friend."
"Shut up Diggory," snapped Oliver, "I've got better things to do than hear about your problems. And when have you started talking to me? I thought you were way to good to be seen with me?"
"Wait, what!" Cedric looked positively taken aback, "Hold on, Wood! I'm too good to be seen with you? What about you! You're the one who's always surrounded by- "
"Girls? Boys?" cut Oliver, "Maybe its because I'm Quidditch captain?"
"True - But wait!" yelled Cedric as Oliver turned on his heel to leave, "Please just hear me out. Please," begged Cedric, and Oliver couldn't help but feel sorry for that desperate puppy dog look in his eyes.
"What?" said Oliver, forcing himself to sound exasperated, "Make it quick, I don't want to leave Neville by himself for too long. He might blow something up by accident."
"Well," said Cedric, his eyebrows furrowed in thought, "I thought I liked Cho. But then I realized, I didn't. You see, my mind has been on someone else lately"
"Oh, like who?" This was getting good.
"Before I go on, how long have you known?"
"Known what exactly?"
"You know…known that you were…different"
"What are you talking about?" Oliver was stumped, Cedric couldn't be talking about…he couldn't have known!
"You know…gay"
Oliver snorted, "Wait, your not suggesting I am"
"Oh come off it Wood! I can't even count the number of times I've felt your eyes on the back of my head. Oh yes," smirked Cedric catching Oliver's complete expression of shock, "I don't even think you realize your doing it."
"Cedric Diggory I am not gay!" whispered Oliver so harshly that a few nearby heads turned and stared at him in curiosity, "And don't go around saying that I am!"
Prove it then," scoffed Cedric, "I'd like to see you try"
"How would I be able to prove that"
"Like this."
And before he could even pull away, Cedric quickly pulled him into the most passionate kiss that he; Oliver Wood, Quidditch Captain, the most non suspiciously gay person you could meet; had felt in a while. "And you didn't push me away," whispered Cedric, after the kiss, "You could have, but you didn't"
"Well, it seemed rather rude at the time. I would have looked like a jerk"
Cedric chuckled, "No, you just would have looked like a straight jerk."
well thats it! please RnR!