Chapter 4:

Oliver lay on top of Harry, watching his adorable face scrunch up as he screamed in ecstacy. Oliver grabbed the sheets as he felt an intense orgasm rush through his body, he collapsed on top of Harry as all thoughts left him in this one moment of perfection. Finally it was over and he was free to relax. Harry started to stroke his hair, Oliver felt peaceful. But then Harry started knocking his head, it felt like his nails were talons.


Oliver awoke at a squawk from the snowy white owl on top of him. He sighed, realizing it was just a dream. He looked under the covers, noticing his lower body was wet. Fuck, he thought. The owl started pecking at him again.

"I'm up! I'm up! You bloody bird!" The owl stretched out his leg revealing a small parchment. Oliver grabbed it and shooed the bird away. It flew around his apartment before stopping on top of his uneaten pizza. Oliver unrolled the parchment and read his letter.

Dear Oliver,

Our first trip to Hogsmeade is November 22. Book a room and send Hedwig back with the room number and the time I should meet you. Be seeing you.

Harry.

Oliver smiled, he figured Hermione got a hold of his letter and yelled at him for making it so girly. Oliver walked over to the fireplace. He grabbed a handful of Floo Powder he kept in his mother's old jewelry box on the mantle. He threw it in the fire and instantly the flames turned emerald green. He stuck his head in.

"The Three Broomsticks!" he yelled. His head started spinning around till he finally saw Madam Rosemerta standing behind the counter cleaning beer mugs. "Hello Rose," he said with a smirk. Rosemerta jumped and in the process dropped her beer mug. Oliver started to laugh. Rosemerta turned towards him and scowled.

"Oliver Wood! I should strangle you for this!"

"I'd like to see you try." Rosemerta thought for a moment before bursting out laughing.

"What is it that you want Oliver?"

"I need a room for the twenty-second of November. Please."

"Why specifically that day?"

"I have a date." Oliver said with a slight blush. Madam Rosemerta always mocked him for what he did on his "dates."

"Plan on seducing another young man, Mr. Wood?"

"Yes, as a matter of fact I do." He said proudly.

"Is he married?"

"ONE TIME! That was one time! And I didn't know he was married. It was only after his wife burst in threatening to shred my skin into ribbons and wrap her Christmas gifts with it did I realize he was married."

"Of course dear." she checked a clipboard that Oliver assumed held all room information. "Well, it seems that for that day, I've already gotten several bookings, Hogwarts day off and all, you know what those kids do." She stopped suddenly realizing something. She turned back to Oliver in the fireplace. "Oliver, are you thinking what I think you're thinking?"

"Rose."

"Oliver, please tell me it's at least a sixth year!" Oliver didn't say anything. "Oliver!"

"Well I'm sorry! I can't help who I fall for! Anyway, what's the big deal? He's only a few years younger!"

"Oliver!"

"Rose, Rosy! Please book the room for me." Oliver started to pout. Rosemerta always thought of him as a son and could never resist his pouting. Finally she caved.

"Fine! Bloody fool. Room 219. What time you want to check in?"

"How about two?"

"It's a date."

"I hope." Oliver said. He heard a loud "Oliver!" before he pulled his head out of the fireplace. He sat on the floor for a moment laughing before he stood up and walked back to his black leather couch. He turned over Harry's letter and began scribbling.

Harry,

Meet me in room 219 at two o'clock. Great! Can't wait to see you!

Oliver.

He rolled up the letter. "Hedwig!" he called. The snowy owl quickly flew over. He attached the letter carefully to her leg. "Take this back to Harry." The owl blinked. Oliver hoped she understood what he was saying. He pushed the owl off and she flew out the window and slowly shrunk from sight.