Title: What is this Feeling?
Rated: R for situations/language
Summary: Harry loves Oliver. But how does Oliver feel about Harry? Will they ever end up together, or will Harry stay miserable forever? R&R Please!
Pairing: HP/OW
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, the souls of the characters belong to dear Jo. And the Rent song in this chapter isn't mine either sobs
A/N: This is my firstfic,so ya, hopefully you like it, I tried my best to write it well. Let me mention that italics are thoughts, that should clear things up a little.Enjoy!
Chapter 1: Fantasies, Accidents and Secrets, Oh My!
Hot, hot, hot, sweat, sweet
Wet, wet, wet, red, heat
Hot, hot, hot, sweat, sweet
Wet, wet, wet, red, heat
Please don't stop, please
Please, don't stop, stop
Stop, stop, stop, don't
Please please please please
Hot, hot, hot, sweat, sweet
Wet, wet, wet, red, heat
Sticky, lick, trickle, tickle
Steamy, creamy, stroking, soaking
Touch, taste, deep!
Dark, kiss, beg!
Slap, fear, thick!
Harder, faster, wetter
Sweat, sweet
You whore!
You cannibal!
More!
You animal
Fluid, no, fluid, no, contact, yes
No contact
Fire, fire, burn, burn, yes!
No latex, rubber, rubber,
Fire, latex, rubber, latex, bummer
Lover, bummer
"Potter, watch out!"
Harry woke up with a sharp pain in the back of his head. He opened his eyes and the first thing he saw was the Gryffindor Quidditch Captain hovering over him, staring.
"Oh, praise Merlin, you're awake!"
Harry sat up and saw the rest of the team around him.
Where am I? thought Harry.
He looked around and noticed the hideous curtains drawn around them.
The Hospital Wing again...great. How is it I end up in here every other week of term?
"Umm...can someone tell me what's happened?"
"You weren't paying attention...again..." said Oliver Wood with that accent Harry found so sexy.
Since the beginning of his third year (now in his fourth), he had developed a cute crush on Wood. More recently his admiring wasn't being concealed too well and he started drifting off to fantasies during Quidditch practices.
He was now remember the fantasy he had been having during that day's practice.
Oh, how I wish that was reality, thought Harry, and no matter how much I like them and want to keep them coming, they keep popping up at horrible times, I need to try and control my urges.
Harry had no doubt in his mind that he was in love with the boy standing over him. But, he was so much older, 3 years older than himself exactly, not to mention he was in his last year at Hogwarts and would be off soon. Plus, what would he see in himself, sure he was famous, but he want him to see Harry not The-Boy-Who-Lived.
"You got that Potter?" said Wood.
Harry's trance was broken, he had not taken in a single word of whatever had just been said to him.
"Umm...no?"
Wood sighed. "Exactly. I said you need to pay more attention Potter. All these mistakes are not going to help us win the Quidditch Cup!"
Harry blushed a bright red. At that time, Madam Pomfrey and Professor McGonagoll walked inside the curtained area around Harry's bed.
"Only five visitors at a time!" screamed Poppy. The whole of the Quidditch team went to leave, McGonagoll called out though,
"Wood, wait up, I'd like a word with you after I speak with Potter here."
Harry watched Oliver stop as McGonagoll and Poppy walked up to Harry.
"How's your head Potter?" asked Madam Pomfrey.
"Umm...it hurts. Can I find out what happened? I didn't get the story before you came in." Even though Harry had a rough idea, he still asked.
"You lost attention...again...and Fred and George were messing around with bats trying to imitate trolls and they accidentally knocked bludger at you." said Wood, who looked away as McGonagoll glared at him.
"Always the Quidditch accidents with you Mr. Potter...Minerva you might want to consider getting someone else."
"NO!" spat Harry and Oliver together
"I'm going to have to agree with these two on this Poppy. Although, Mr. Wood shall make sure to take better care of the team. Can I speak to you, now?" said McGonagoll, in a tone that was demanding more than inquisitive.
Madam Pomfrey walked away to fetch Harry some medicine. She forgot to close the curtain behind her so he could still hear the faint talking of McGonagoll and Wood just outside the curtains.
"Sometimes Wood, I feel you care more about winning that damn Quidditch Cup than you do the safety of you fellow teamates, house members, and friends."
"That's not true professor! Sure I want to win the cup, especially this year, seeing as it's my last at Hogwarts, but still, I care about each and every member of my team. Obviously you want to win the cup too though, since you want to keep Potter - "
"I'm keeping Potter because he lives for Quidditch, it wouldn't be right to deprive him of it. He needs something to look forward to, he hasn't much of that in his life, what with He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named"
So, this is what people say about me when they think I'm not listening, thought Harry, a little frustrated.
"True, but, I care for my team, I do. I especially care for Potter, you and I both know that his safety is of a high priority - "
Madam Pomfrey reentered with the medicine, closing the curtains behind her. Wood and McGonagoll's voices were now drowned out entirely.
Damn silencing charms on the curtains. I really needed to hear the end of that...
"Ok Harry, drink this, it'll make your head feel better" said Poppy, now trying to shove the medicine down Harry's throat.
Harry took the drink from her to prevent the nurse from choking him with it. He gulped it all down and he fell asleep, the pain leaving his head finally.