Snogging by Light, and Writing by Night
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters. God knows I wish I did though.
Warnings: This has slash; it is a Harry/Oliver, Student/Teacher relationship. If you don't like it don't read.
((AN\ This is a challenge for imakeeper. I'm only going to post the first five chapters and they're extremely, extremely, short, but if you wish I can continue on.))
Snogging by Light, and Writing by Night
Harry James Potter, a 6th year Gryffindor, stood outside the flying lessons room. Waiting for the teacher, a Scottish lad who went by the name of Professor Wood.
He didn't have to wait long, because he was expected. Harry and Oliver had been having secret meetings since Oliver had given up Pro. Quicditch.
Oliver leaned down for a quick kiss, and then proceeded to pull the young teen into his classroom. Oliver opened his mouth to greet Harry, but the Gryffindor stopped him by meeting their lips yet again.
After a few blissful minutes, Harry pulled away for air. Oliver took advantage of his freedom and broke the silence that had over taken the both of them.
