Harry was in his 7th and final year at Hogwarts. He hated the fact that Ron didn't come back. Harry and Hermione came back after the down fall of Voldemort and to be honest Harry didn't really want to come back. He wanted to be playing professional quidditch like the love of his life Oliver Wood. Harry had always known he was gay. He never made it a secret just people didn't ask him. He liked to live by don't ask don't tell. Harry seemed to think the single room he had was small but he had made everything work out so that he could move around and have company.
Harry rarely ever had anyone over because he was always out on the Quidditch Pitch practicing to become a pro player. Oliver would on occasion write to Harry to tell him what Pro players practiced and how fast the games went and how his team on Puddlemore United was doing. Puddlemore had a game today so Harry knew he would hear from Oliver tonight. What he didn't know was that Oliver had spoken with the coach for Puddlemore about the open seeker position.
The other seeker had quit because he was tired of hearing Oliver and the others when they needed personal time. The seeker knew this wouldn't be grounds to break a contract so he said he was not happy with the team. This was Oliver's only chance to get Harry on the team. He was sitting in his room blaring Dance with somebody by Whitney Huston while writing to Dumbledore about his plan. He could only hope the headmaster would agree to this. Puddlemore was granted one game with the old seeker before he stopped playing with them.
Puddlemore's letter to Dumbledore:
Headmaster Dumbledore,
Hello,
We are interested in viewing Mr. Harry Potter as a possible candidate seeker. We have heard from one of his past playmates and alumna Mr. Oliver Wood has refereed him. We would love to view one quidditch match. Please R.S.V.P. us as soon as possible so we can contact Mr. Potter and get his consent as well. We kindly thank you in advance.
Yours truly,
Bekki Kelly
Puddlemore's letter to Harry:
Hello Mr. Potter,
The team Puddlemore United has been informed of your qudditch playing skills. Mr. Oliver Wood our keeper has informed us that you are what we are looking for. We currently lost our seeker to troubles with the team. We would like your permission to view your next Quidditch match. Please inform us when that match is and if it is possible to watch you. We have been granted permission from Professor Dumbledore to watch you. We would never watch without your consent as well. Thank you for your time
Yours truly
Bekki Kelly
Harry could not believe what was he had just read. Oliver Wood the love of his life had made it so that they could see and work with each other without the worrying of wither or not Oliver was seeing anyone. He knew from the last letter he had received Oliver and Craig had mutually broken up. Harry had told Oliver he was sorry for the break up and was there if he needed anything and sent the same thing to Craig. Oliver was a simple yes away!
"Oh my god! I get to see him! I can't believe it I get to see Harry again. This will be great. Oh I wonder if he is gay, if he likes me, oh shit what am I thinking I don't want to scare to poor guy off."
Oliver was worried about how to tell Harry that they had to share a room when they left for places like France. No one knew Oliver had very low self-esteem. Even Craig had never found out about that. Oliver knew how to hide things like that when he needed to. Oliver was starting to sweat like crazy until he remembered he hadn't showered all day. Harry was due to arrive in 3 hours so he figured a good 2 hour nap and a 30 minute shower was in order. However that didn't happen like that. Oliver was starting to get "a problem" when he went to rest and he did everything to make it go away except masturbate but he only wanted to do that as a last resort. When everything else failed he went to his dresser draw pulled out a photo of Harry, a Vibrator that he used to pretend it was Harry. He went to the bed and wondered what the real thing would feel like when Harry if Harry was gay would feel like slamming into his prostate.
