Disclaimer: I own nothing that is the Harry Potter canon. J.K. Rowling is an excellent woman to give myself the characters to play with, and will return when done. I only own the plot, and nothing else.

The very next day, Oliver got out of bed and made with his morning routine. He made his way to the Gryffindor community bathroom, and tried to use a shower to wake him up for the day. He hardly got any sleep the night before; he kept having dreams that were making his 'problem' even worse. Each time he tried to sleep, Cedric's face kept appearing, and dreams of more than just innocent brushing of the hands. He was having intimate dreams of being tangled and intertwined with the Hufflepuff Seeker. He groaned, and punched his fist into the wall of the shower. He looked down, even though not needing to do so. He was extremely effected in a way that was disagreeing with what he thought was the 'right' way.

The prospect of being with Cedric obviously excited his body. This all confused Oliver, never thinking he could swing this way. He wished he had someone to talk to about all this. With no one in the showers, he placed a silencing charm and locking charm around the shower and near the door. He needed to release himself and would rather not have someone barge in on him. He reached down and grabbed his erection, and began to stroke himself rather quickly so he wouldn't have someone banging on the door to come in. Much to his surprise, he used the images from his dreams to help relieve him.

Cedric and Oliver had met down at the Quidditch pitch. Both dresses in their Quidditch robes, they met in the middle. The first thing Oliver did was reach out, and grab Cedric's smooth face, and Cedric melted visibly to his touch. He placed his hand over Oliver's, and the spark was felt again. Cedric grabbed Oliver's hand, and pulled him towards him, pulling him into a gentle kiss. Their lips brushed over each other's slowly and gently, Oliver pulled Cedric closer and wrapped his arms around the Hufflepuff's waist, and felt the other wrap his arms around his neck pulling him closer. Suddenly, their robes were spelled away. Oliver gasped into Cedric's mouth from the feeling of their skin pressed together, and their obvious erections moving against one another's. Oliver felt one of Cedric's hands move between them, and that hand grasp both of the boy's erections and start to stroke both together in unison. Both boys pulled away from and moaned deeply from the sensation. Oliver opened his eyes and looked straight into the grey depth of Cedric's eyes, only lust and desire reflecting back to Oliver. Cedric's mouth slipped into a great grin, and he kissed Oliver once more, and began to kiss down the Gryffindor's throat, sucking and brushing his lips over the skin. Oliver moved his neck so Cedric could have better access. As soon as Cedric left some marks, he moved slowly to Oliver's shoulders, and to his chest. He moved his lips and tongue over the Gryffindor's lightly tanned chest and nipples, making them hard peaks and Oliver letting grunts and whimpers fall from his lips as Cedric attacked the revealed skin. Suddenly, Oliver felt Cedric's lips begin to trail down his chest towards his stomach. He looked down to see the brunette Hufflepuff on his knees before him, with another smirk on his face, and he watched as his lips trailed down his toned stomach, and brushed his lips over his exposed thighs, purposely skipping his erection. Oliver groaned and both hands grabbed onto Cedric's head, his fingers running through his hair. Finally, Cedric gripped onto Oliver's straining cock, and wrapped his lips around the head…

Oliver had one hand against the shower wall; his head bent low, and his other hand quickly gave his cock a couple more strokes, and grunted as he achieved his release. The last image that gave him his release was that of Cedric taking his cock all the way in his mouth, with his eyes solely focused on Oliver's. This pushed the Gryffindor over the edge. Once he was cleaned up and with a towel wrapped around his waist, he lowered the charms, and felt a tang of guilt or possible dirtiness. He still wasn't sure in his mind if this was right for him. Even though his body said differently, he felt unsure. He went back and got dressed, ready to begin the day, but worried of his reaction if and when he saw the Hufflepuff that was displayed within his dreams and shower.

Cedric awoke with a big smile on his face. As soon as he closed his eyes the night before, he only saw the light brown eyes of Oliver Wood, and thoroughly enjoyed his dreams he had. While his mind was portraying images he knew he enjoyed, his body showed proof in the morning that his body was agreeing as well. He awoke with a ragging erection, and grinned down to the proof below his sheets by his waist. He looked around, seeing if anyone was awake. He grabbed his wand, drew his curtains closed around his bed, placed a silencing charm around his bed. He then reached under his blankets, and slowly released himself. The image of himself lying on his back with his knees near his shoulders, and the Gryffindor of his dreams pressing his weight on top of him, pressing his length into Cedric's opening, stretching and filling him deeply, taking slow and deliberate strokes. Within the dream, Cedric could see into the Gryffindor's brown depths, and saw nothing but passion and gentleness while he thrust with slow and shallow strokes, only wanting to please not only himself but the lad underneath him as well.

Cedric quickly found his release, almost grunting aloud the name of the lover in his dreams. Once he release coated his stomach, he muttered a quick cleaning charm, lowered the silencing charm, and began about his morning routine. He whistled about merrily, feeling extremely happy and hoping to run into the man he is hoping to get to know better. He made on and headed to the Great Hall to have breakfast, sitting with his Hufflepuff housemates.

Oliver was silently eating his breakfast. Normally his Quidditch teammates would talk to him about new plays and about their next match. He just stayed to his thoughts during this meal. While he was eating, he felt a little peculiar, feeling a pair of eyes watching him. He looked up towards the Hufflepuff table and saw a familiar pair of grey eyes gazing his way. Quickly as soon as he noticed Mr. Diggory looking his way, Cedric turned back to Hannah Abbott who was chatting away with the adorable bloke. Oliver sighed, and realized that maybe the person who he could talk to about this that could help would be Cedric himself. It was obvious that they both felt the connection whenever they were close; maybe they could figure it out together.

Oliver realized he couldn't be straightforward with the questions flowing through his head, but he could work on building a friendship with the Hufflepuff. He smiled to himself, how would not only his team, but his house react to Oliver befriending not only someone from a different house, but the bloody Hufflepuff Quidditch Captain! They would wonder what happened to the normally obsessed captain. Well, it being his last year, he decided it's as good a time as any to make new friends. There was the voice in the back of his mind, "Maybe something more mate, don't rule it out!" Oliver kept that thought in the back of his mind, but was trying to formulate a plan of how to let Cedric know he wanted to spend time with him.

Cedric couldn't help but look occasionally towards the Gryffindor table, taking quick glances at the beau of his dreams the night before. When Oliver caught his gaze, he was slightly embarrassed and hoped to have played it off well talking to Hannah. Cedric really hoped he would get to know the Scottish, burly Gryffindor better, it was a given that they both realized the intimate connection they had been sharing with their innocent and accidental brushes of skin. It was then he felt something in the pocket of his robes that wasn't there before. He looked around, and saw Oliver from the Gryffindor table looking in his direction, which had a smirk across his face, and shot Cedric a wink, and turned back towards Angelina Johnson.

Cedric looked around his table to see no one particularly looking at him. He grabbed the parchment within his robes pocket, and opened it below the table so if someone where to peer at it he could easily hide it. "Cedric, I hope all is well. After classes are over, meet me at the Great Hall entrance. Bring your broom and wear comfortable clothes. I thought we could fly and chat some more. – Oliver." Cedric had to suppress the urge to squeal in delight, he felt absolutely thrilled that the Gryffindor made the first move to spend time with him. "Don't think anything too soon Cedric. He may just want to be friends and noticed we have plenty in common in order to be friends. It's also his seventh year, don't try and get in over you head, it's just flying and talking. Nothing serious!"

Oliver noticed the small smirk that spread across Cedric's face when his gaze dropped below his table. He wondered what would become of this. The Scottish lad couldn't shake the feeling that this was a right move, that this was something to give the good 'ole Quidditch try. Once finished with his breakfast, he got up and walked towards the door, but not without looking towards the Hufflepuff table, catching Cedric's eye, and giving a short wave with a smile and kept on his way.