***This is a story about two guys, if you don't like that than I'm sorry, you can still read it, but you probably won't like it. The is the story of Oliver Wood and Harry, I'm not really a smut writer so its no just like "they do it, end of story" I wanted to write a love story as lame as that sounds. This is my first fanfiction so I'm a little nervouse! Haha read and review if you'd like! OH and I own none of these characters they belong to the lovely J.K. Rowling.

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"It just... shouldn't be. It's not right, I don't even know what I'm doing here. Just, get away from me... stay away form me"

As he uttered those words, under his breath so no one else would hear, I felt my world fall apart. Not that Oliver was my world, I just... never knew words could make me feel how I felt. My head went dizzy, my stomach crunched up, and my eyes, like some unseen tap got turned on, started to water and showed no sign of stopping. I just stood there, my mouth open, watching him walk away. What else could I do? I was alone and this was normal, you can't really be who I am and not ever feel alone. Parents killed in a car crash, living with an Aunt and Uncle who hate me, and a cousin who finds joy in my pain.

Oliver was the only reason I felt alive anymore. It all started during the middle of my first year, I was the youngest seeker and he, well he was the captain of the team. I was always shy in the locker room and took the longest, so I was more or less alone when taking my shower and getting dressed. Oliver, being Oliver, always stayed till everyone was out. As sweet as he could be, he could be a right jerk when things didn't go to his schedule.

Everyone knew that Katie and Oliver were "seeing" each other. They weren't an item, they just frequented the others dorm. Even though I knew this, even though Oliver was the last guy that would ever look at me, I had butterflies. I had lose for words, and I went dizzy. I basically felt how I do now, but now it feels like everything has gone off, rotten or sour.

"So that's it? It's just nothing, you can just go on?" I don't know where it came from, a fire in my belly had started to erupt, it was easier talking to the back of his head as he walked away than looking him in the eye. "Almost two years, I've never even pushed you, never even tried to make you feel guilty about stringing Katie on, and I get this?" He turned around with these last few words and everything I was feeling increased two-fold. I didn't know if he would yell, get in my face, or even the small chance he'd understand.

"I just can't do this Harry, I'm not built for this sneaking around and jumping over bushes. I just want a normal life, with normal things, and everything as it should be." Oliver's word sounded practised, almost forced like he knew it wouldn't be easy. His face looked red and on the verge of crying. I had to look down, to see him cry would make this all go away, make it feel like a dream, easy to forget, but i wouldn't let that happen. What we had meant something, it was more than just a phase of life, it was just more.

"Oli.. you're a wizard. Nothing is ever going to be 'normal', nothing. I'm the bloody 'Boy-Who-Lived', normal just doesn't happen." My reasoning was weak, I felt like someone else was in my body talking, I couldn't believe this was going on. We went from snogging in the locker room every once and a while to this. This was all so serious, I just couldn't do it any longer. I just had to swallow hard and do what I wasn't even sure I could. "Tell me you hate me Oliver... I just need to hear it." I was looking him in the eye and he was struggling to look into mine. I didn't know how it happened but somehow I was the one holding the cards, I had the power.

"I.. I hate you Harry..." Oliver whimpered out, as he slowly walked out of the room. My tears had stopped, everything in my body just shut off and I couldn't feel a thing. I crawled into bed and just layed there, feeling alone, I couldn't even talk about it to anyone, it was all kept secret. This was so out of character for Oliver, nothing has happened, we were just hanging out last night, talking about what Oliver was going to do after school, what I wanted to do after school, just everything about life. I just didn't get it. All I got was that Oliver hated me, and I needed to move on, even if I told him to say it.

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