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?
Pairing: HP/OW
Disclaimer: Characters Rowling. She created them, not me. Why? Boo...
A/N: Sorry this took ages, life is like a chaotic mess right now, I do way too much in my life, and so it's all going on and ya, pretty much, craziness. But do know that I think about this all the time and am trying to get it done. Not to mention, my best friends who read them are hounding me every day. So ya, here's this chapter, hopefully more to come soon. Now, on to something about this chapter.I hope you realize by now that italics are thoughts, kthxbye

Chapter 4: Peacing Things Together

The next few days went by and Harry couldn't bare to face Oliver. This kinda of worked out though, because Oliver was too disgusted with Harry to meet his eyes. Harry had even skipped that week's Quidditch practice because of it, which was going on right now. Instead, he sat alone in his favorite chair in the commonroom thinking about everything that had happened recently.

How could I have let things go that far? Why would I do that? I'm such an idiot, and Oliver will probably hate me forever. Uggh, such an idiot, bleh!


Meanwhile...

On the Quidditch field, Oliver was so unfocused he had already let in over half the goals shot at him. He was so angry with Potter, who hadn't even shown. He understood why he didn't come though, he would have been strangled then. But even through all his frustration with the boy,he had to try to figure out why Harry would be stupid enough as to try to kill himself.

"Guys, we're done for today."

"But Wood, the first match against Slytherin is next week, we can't stop now! We've only been practicing for 10 minutes." repliedKatie Bell.

"And did you notice that in thoseten minutes I let ineight goals? Today is not the day to be practicing. Plus, we're missing our Seeker," Wood couldn't use his name for fear of snarling it, "Now, everyone to the change room."

No one argued this time, now everyone landed and walked towards the change room. The other members of the team were whispering to one another as Oliver trailed behind them. They entered the change room, all except Oliver who went up into the stands.

He went to the top and sat down on the bleachers. He needed to think, away from all the distractions of the school, and what better place then here? A place he loved being and free from everyone.

So let's figure this out Oliver thought to himself, let's look back. I found him, in a bathroom, trying to kill himself, that's all fresh in my mind. All that blood...how could he do that to himself! He's such an idiot...I'm straying off topic!

But why was he? What had led him there, I can't remember. I can understand him not wanting to be here, he's probably ashamed of himself and realizes I'm livid with him -

"Wait!" exclaimed Oliver, accidentally out loud.

That's the answer! I remember now! He ran out on me at the Hospital Wing because he was mad, but what had caused him to get that mad? Think Oliver think! continued Oliver in his thoughts, quite ironically.

Ok so, replay. McGonagoll had come in after the accident...and she made me stay for him to wake up. That much I remember. But what happened when he woke up? To cause him to run out? To cause him to cut himself? To cause him to skip practice? To cause him to avoid -

Oh my God. ME! That's it! The answer! It's me! He mentioned something about me...but what was it? And it's significance? All I know was he obviously didn't mean to say it...wait...could it be that he -

"Hi Oliver..." said a very familiar raven haired boy. He broke Oliver from his thinking trance, making him lose his idea midthought.

Harry looked very nervous, probably from confronting Oliver for the first time since their unexpected meeting in the bathroom that day...

"What do you want Potter?" said Oliver pretty nastily. Harry frowned and recoiled a little bit and went to open his mouth, but stopped, thought for a minute, and started again.

"I came to apologize...:"

"For what?" spat Wood, "You're the one hurting yourself, don't apologize to me for what you're doing!"

"Ya well, I'm through with that, stupid idea I don't even know what made me do it! And I'm also apologizing for missing practice, or what was supposed to be practice...why'd you cancel?"

"I was fucking pissed at you, and that's the brutal honesty, but deal." Harry looked down, clearly at a lose for words, Oliver began again.

"So, anything else you want to say?"

"I was hoping to make peace with you, it's not fun missing practice or having to constantly avoid you."

"What makes you think I want any association with you?"

"You need a Seeker, no?"

"There are other people in our house" said Wood with a yawn, trying to indicate that his reasons weren't adequate for him.

"Well then, if you don't want to see me, I'll leave..."

Harry lifted his foot to begin down the stadium bleachers when a long hand grabbed his shoulder and turned him.

Oliver realized he wasn't getting anywhere by letting him run off and he needed answers, so putting on the biggest smile he could possibly fake to look realistic, he said

"Well, we do need our good Seeker for Slytherin, plus I'm tired of being angry," lied Oliver, but very convincingly, "I forgive you."

"Really?"exclaimed Harry, almost tumbling down the bleachers. Oliver caught him fortunately.

"Careful, we just got you back out of the hospital, you're not going back." laughed Oliver

Harry chuckled and then a light rain began to fall.

"Best we get inside, shall we?" said Harry hopingly.

"Let's, but first, I need to change, go wait at the bottom of the stands, I'll be right out."

Oliver went into the change room, and Harry stood out there, secretely wishing he could be in there watching him change.Oliver was back outside in his robes quickly though, andhe walked up to Harry, who smiled.

They began to walk back to the school in silence. They reached the main section of the castle, in an area with no one around, and Oliver, with a wicked grin, randomly asked Harry a question.

"So, what about me were you thinking when we were in the Hospital Wing?"