A/N: Hey guys, thank you so much for all the adds and reviews. I really appreciate it. This is the next chapter, be expecting the third by Monday or Tuesday night. I'll be on vacation and won't be able to update until then. Thanks again!
Oliver Wood had always thought Harry Potter was a neat kid, and cute. But, they met when Harry was 11 and he was 16. Oliver knew how illegal that would be. But, he just couldn't fight his feelings. He had almost completely forgotten them by now, as his mind had been occupied with other things since the last time he saw Potter, two years ago after the battle of Hogwarts. Oliver was 24 now, and studying to be a medic for the Puddlemore United Quidditch team, which he had played for before the war. After the war, he quit to become a mediwitch.
His feelings came pouring back into him as soon as he saw a short, slight man walk into the door. His skin was an olive color, his hair was in a big jet-black mess, and his eyes light up the room. Oliver noticed Harry was no longer wearing glasses-contacts must be in his possession now. Oliver's heart started beating faster. Harry Potter in a gay bar? His dreams were about to come true. His enthusiasm grew as Harry walked towards him.
"Oliver?" Harry said, looking scared and confused.
"Hey, Potter. Interesting seeing you here." Oliver replied, flashing a flirty smile. The nineteen year old looked back at him with an innocence in his eyes showing how truly scared he was to be there.
"I take it you have a lot to fill me in on. Let's take a booth. Bar tables are full of eavesdroppers." Oliver said, grasping Harry's wrist and pulling him towards a shady, smoky table.
Harry was a little shy at first, but eventually he opened up to Oliver, telling him about what he's been up to since the Battle, how all his friends are, and, eventually, he stopped, staring at Oliver.
"Something wrong?" Oliver asked, raising his eyebrows at Harry's confused look.
"I would have never thought you to be gay." Harry stated, simply.
"Really? I have been my whole life. You were too young to know then, though, I guess. I only knew you for two years at Hogwarts before I finished there." Oliver replied, amused.
"Unfortunately. I would have loved to been your best friend…" Harry said, quietly.
"Well, Harry, don't get grossed out or anything, but the moment I saw you, when you were 11, I wanted to be more than your friend. I guess that thought scared me, so that's why we never got close. I didn't want to hurt you… Or get arrested." Oliver daringly said, looking Harry in the eyes.
"You've got to be kidding me." Harry said, obviously overjoyed.
"Honestly, Harry. I'm just telling the truth." Oliver said, more serious.
Harry looked up at Oliver, across that smoky booth table, sipping on firewhisky, and in that moment he knew that it was Oliver he wanted, no one else.
"I want you." Harry said. Oliver felt his pulse quicken.
"Harry, I want to be with someone who is open about being gay. You just came out today. Are you sure you're fine with all the publicity The Boy Who Lived will get?" Oliver asked, frightened at the fact that Harry's answer could possibly be a 'No.'
"In all seriousness, Oliver, I don't give a damn." Harry replied, smiling mischievously.
"And, for our first official outing as a couple, come with me to Ron and Draco's get together tomorrow night. Please?" The nineteen year old pleaded. Oliver couldn't help but smile. Harry was so damn cute.
"Of course." Oliver answered, happily.
Harry and Oliver sat there, until the bar closed, drinking and chatting, flirting it up with each other. They were both embarrassingly drunk by the time they walk out of the bar doors, holding hands. Cameras were snapping and flashing.
"An eye witness said you walked into this gay bar earlier, Harry. Any comments?" A reporter asked. Oliver knew who she was. Rita Skeeter. He looked, worried, at Harry.
"Yeah, I'm gay." Harry said, nonchalantly. Rita gasped, and her pen started writing furiously.
"Let's give them something to really talk about." Oliver whispered to Harry, bending down to place a warm, passionate kiss on the short man's mouth, who returned it with just as much passion.