AN: So a random plot bunny. I've been trying to kill them off, but this one kept resurrecting itself. So here goes, let me know what you think!
Disclaimer: I am broke I only have enough to MAYBE get my car fixed. Based off this evidence, I don't own Harry Potter.
I had looked at him wishing he would notice me just this once. Notice me as something else than just the captain of his team. His emerald green eyes always brought forth a fire in me. I wanted to take him in my arms and kiss him till he couldn't handle it anymore. It was wrong to feel this way about someone who was only thirteen, but he never acted like it. I had to control myself in the locker room; I had stopped myself from touching him.
My last day at school, it took all of my control not to lead him off to some dark corner and have my way with him. He wouldn't deny me especially if I offered some Firewhiskey that the Weasley twins snuck in, but I didn't trust myself not to hurt him. When I saw him in the hospital earlier that year, I had to stop myself from jumping in the bed and holding him till he wouldn't look so depressed anymore. Why couldn't he have been older or me younger? Just so I wouldn't feel like such a creep about a thirteen year old Harry Potter.
I wish he would take notice of me as more than just the Quidditch crazed guy. I wish I could've just taken him to my room and kissed him. I wish I could've introduced him to pleasures far beyond than what anyone his age could've offered him.
If I had the chance, I would've started with light innocent kisses. Kissing him on his lips, cheeks, chest, everywhere I could find. As he would start grow hard, I would've sucked on his nipples while stroking his member. I would leave marks on his body showing that he was taken, that he was mine! For one night at least. And yes, I would've given him one night, he was too precious for anything less.
I'm ashamed to admit that I would've also tortured him, making his first orgasm that fine mixture of pain and pleasure; pain from withholding too long, and pleasure from the final release. I would've made him beg for more. Teasing his little boy hole, before filling him with the real thing. I would've done everything in my power to make sure he never forgot me.
If only I had the chance, I would've-
"Oliver? What are you doing here?" Was that his voice? The voice of my temptation, Harry Potter. I turn around and see him. He had grown up, since the last time I saw him. Of course, winning a war and avoiding the press like crazy would probably make some people grow up. His fair skin had gained a slight tan, no more glasses, and his scar had faded. "Hello? Anybody in there" he said laughing.
"Sorry, just shocked that you're here." He nodded and hugged me. Oh god, don't let him feel my stiffening cock. As he pulled back, he looked me over once.
"So Ollie, what brought you to America?" That's the first time he called me 'Ollie', damn it all but I can't stop that giddy feeling from showing itself. I chuckle as I look at the Magic School that offered me a job.
"Well, this school offered me a job as the flying instructor and Quidditch referee."
"Guess we'll be seeing each again then. I've been here teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts for almost two years now. Well listen I gotta go, The Weasleys have been hounding me to visit them for Summer Hols. See ya when I get back." I nodded dumbly, shocked that he was here.
Would I get my chance now?
