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Harry sat up in bed, chest heaving. He took a moment to calm himself, looking at Oliver whom he'd woken in his jolt. Oliver rolled over, looking at Harry from the pillow. "Nightmare?" Oliver asked. Harry nodded and Oliver sat up, pulling Harry's shivering body close so he could hold him. Oliver slipped his out from underneath him and swing them off the side of the bed. He pulled Harry so that the boy was flattened across his chest, as if he were wearing the boy as a shirt. "Its okay, Harry." Oliver murmured as he held the boy close. Harry had stopped shivering by this point.
"No it's not. What if they don't like you?" Harry asked sitting back from Oliver to look him in the eyes. Oliver looked taken aback, as if the thought had never occurred to him.
"How could someone not like me? I'm adorable!" Oliver laughed. Harry's face pinched in disapproval but Oliver looked so sure of himself, so happy and carefree, Harry simply couldn't stay upset. The two got dressed and went down to the Great Hall to fetch Harry's family who were probably already causing mischief.
