Boys

Summary: Boys love boys. Girls love boys. Boys love girls. Oliver made a promise. He would have the Boy Who Lived. He failed to get him while still at school, but now that he sees him at the Quidditch World Cup, he has a second chance.

Disclaimer: I wish.! So much! But alas I'm not J.K. Rowling and I don't work for WB or anything like that. But if they ever need script writers, feel free to give me a call!

Pairings: Harry/Oliver, and implied Oliver/Hermione.

Oliver was gay. That was pretty much a given. He realized it when he joined the Quidditch team at school. So many attractive boys showering around him...it was heaven for the young Scotsman.

Oliver graduated. He's a professional Quidditch player now. He isn't the only gay man on the team, either. There are a few. And he's had them all.

He hasn't been out of school for long. A few months. He and a few of his teammates decided to go to the World Cup, even though they didn't qualify. Most of the players were really good. He himself was excellent, though he'd never admit. He's very modest. Their seeker, however, was the problem. He has yet to catch a snitch, once. But he's pretty and he's an excellent flyer.

Well well well. What do we have here, Oliver thinks. It's the object of Oliver's fantasies for the last few years. Harry Potter.

Oliver made a promise to himself when the boy first made the team. No matter what, he would have him. Today was his chance.

Harry and his two flunkies, Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley walked towards him. Oliver took one last drag of his cigarette before throwing it away to go say hi.

"Harry!" He called. The boy turned towards him. He looked surprised and excited at the same time. Oliver took this as a good thing. Oliver laughed. "Come here!" he threw his arms around Harry and hugged him tight. Finally he let go. "How have you been?" he asked, still with a smile on his face.

"Great," Harry sounded nervous. Oliver chuckled. He was so cute. Hermione Granger rolled her eyes.

"Harry, we have to go." she said pulling Harry away. Ron stayed where he was, drooling over Oliver. See, he had been working a lot and sweating, so to keep cool in the warm weather he took his shirt off to work.

"Is there something you wanted?" He asked, Ron shook out of his trance.

"No, no sorry." Oliver smiled.

"You got a little," He pointed to the corner of his mouth. Ron got the hint and wiped the drool away. He smiled sheepishly.

"Ron!" Hermione yelled. Ron muttered something about having to go and ran away blushing. Oliver smiled pulling out another cigarette.

Later that night Wood was lying in bed reading a book by wandlight. Everyone was asleep, so he couldn't turn on a lamp. He heard a noise from outside his luxurious tent. He jerked. He got out of bed and headed for the entrance flap. A bushy brown thing crawled in. Wood almost screamed as it came closer to him. It got taller, till finally he could see its face. It was Hermione.

He let out a sigh of relief as he dropped his wand to his side. "What the hell are you doing here Granger?"

"You like Harry." she said bluntly. Oliver was slightly taken aback. But he was never one to deny what he was.

"So?" he asked.

"He likes you." Oliver was happy.

"Really?" he asked smugly.

"Cut the bullshit you knew that. And frankly I'm tired of hearing him talk about you. So, I'm here to tell you he wants to meet you. By the water well. Ok?" Oliver was speechless. What was he supposed to say?

"Yeah, what time?"

"Now."

"Ok, thanks."

"I'm not doing this for you." she said bitterly. Oliver understood that she was still angry at him.

"Look, Hermione-"

"Spare me Wood, I don't want to hear it."

"I did like you. Really I did."

"Just not that way. Yeah, you already told me."

"But you're still mad at me." it wasn't a question, it was plain fact.

"I wouldn't be if you hadn't led me on the way you did. Then maybe I would have forgiven you. Instead of asking me out, kissing me, and at the end tell me you're a fag." Very true, he thought.

"I didn't know you really liked me. I swear."

"What ever. Just go. Harry's waiting." and with that she was gone. Oliver pulled a pair of jeans on over his boxers and headed out, pulling a wife beater on as he went. Within a few minutes he reached the well. Harry stood there looking anxiously around. Finally his eyes fell on Oliver. He beamed. Oliver smiled and walked closer.

When he was an inch away from Harry he finally spoke. "Hey." he said. Smooth, Wood, smooth, he thought.

"Hey."

"Granger tells me you fancy me." Harry blushed. Oliver smiled. "Good." and he pressed his lips on the young boy. Harry tensed up for a moment but then kissed back. Soon he was pushing his tongue in the older male's mouth. Oliver quickly accepted it.

Then they heard a scream. Oliver broke away. he saw fire and three people floating up in the air. He pulled his wand out of the hook in his jeans. He turned back towards Harry, gave him one quick kiss, then said, "Get out of here. Go find someplace safe to hide."

"But what about-" Harry started before Oliver cut in.

"Raincheck?" and he ran away towards the chaos. He heard a high scream to his left. He turned and saw Hermione on the ground hiding. He figured she was spying on them and now she was scared. He pulled her up easily. "Run!" he yelled. She nodded and ran away. He continued towards the campsite. When he reached it, what he saw scared the shit out of him.

Death Eaters.

"Fuck!" he yelled. He ran towards them and tried to help the other witches and wizards. All of a sudden, intense pain shot through his body. He screamed. His eyes went blank. All he knew right now was pain.

Finally it stopped. And he passed out.

Hey! Did you like? I don't know if it should be one-shot or like, you know, full story, and elaborate on Wood's relationship with Hermione and Harry. Tell me which one! But you should know if you'd rather have a one shot, I am NOT going to make a sequel. If I do, I won't post it. Ok? Good!

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