Note: I do not own anything related to Harry Potter. This is not for personal gain. Just for fun. JK Rowling (and whoever else has the rights to Harry Potter) owns the characters and such.
This was written because I was somewhat bored and it was inspired by a picture on LJ for WHPCIH (for those of you who know what it is)
Oliver walked down the street minding his own business after a rather pleasant night with his lover. FLASH FLASH. SNAP SNAP. The paparazzi.
"Mr. Wood how do you feel about winning yesterday's Quidditch match?"
"Are there any rituals you have before matches"
Many more questions were thrown at him. He ignored them and proceeded to walk, but pretty soon he was surrounded. He stopped, hands in his pockets. What he'd give to have Harry run past yelling at James so they would leave him alone.
"Look, I have business to attend to so would you please-"
"Mr. Wood! Are you wearing Charlie Weasley's bracelet?!?!?!"
"Am I wha-"
"Are you two having sexual relations!"
"Is that where you're coming from?"
Oliver scratched his head. How the hell did they notice that? And that's when he realized, Merlin's beard. I can apparate out of here.
And he did.
Thanks for reading.