Disclaimer: Basically.. if I owned anything in this story do you think I'd be writing this here? lol no I'd be living the high life and making chums with the likes of posh and becs, and orlando bloom...
or even kidnapping Sean Biggerstaff I wish!!!
Boy x Boy!
Owls
Fred and George had to wonder what could make Oliver Wood end a quidditch training session after only an hour. He usually made them last at least 2 hours, he'd once made the team work a full five hours which had left several sore and tired students on broom sticks and several nasty comments sent Oliver's way but it had been worth it when they'd won the very next day. The twins knew it was something to do with a snowy white Owl. It's only colours were a pair of smoky black rings around large brown eyes and a stripe of black running across it's tail feathers. It looked a lot like that new owl Molly Weasley had bought Percy for becoming head boy. Was Percy sending notes to Oliver? " They are roommates" suggested George "Maybe Oliver didn't put the toilet seat down again, you know what Percy is like" The twins snickered for a moment then discarded it.
"Nah.. Percy would just chew his head off or leave him a note.. Would be more efficient" Fred nudged George and pair burst into laughter again as Oliver darted past them, dripping with sweat and already tearing off the jumper he'd been practicing in. The twins quirked their brows… Oliver always kept his shirt on because he always went on about keeping warm whilst your heart and blood flow returns to normal.. And he always took a shower.. Oliver was the most gorgeous bloke at Hogwarts but it didn't mean when he was sweaty he didn't stink. Something was most definitely going on.
Heading back to the castle they saw the bird Oliver had received a note from flying back towards the barn tower, no message this time. The twins decided to investigate, so sneakily, or what they hoped was sneaky and was in fact very comical and overtly thanks to Fred's squeaky shoe, trodded through the castle till they reached the 7th year boy's dormitory.
The twins thought that by kicking the door open and hurdling into the room, shouting "surprise", that they would give Oliver a shock. Only it turned out that the surprise would in fact be their own, because it was one thing to burst in on your godly captain with his breeches round his ankles, top hanging from a bed post and pounding into someone on his bed, but it was a completely traumatizing thing to see your godly captain with his breeches round his ankles, top hanging from a bed post and pounding into your anal and fussy older brother, with no pun intended.
Author's Notes: erm, LOL Thanks for reading, sorry for my grammar with puncutations and what not, it's gone 1am so brain function is hard at the moment. Not written anything in a while, got two more ideas based on older Oliver at Puddlemere, and trying to see what real life moments I can turn into fics.. had plenty with the boyfriend at the moment to find something from somewhere me thinks.
and yay! it's been almost 18 months
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