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 following days drew on slowly, agonizingly slow. Both the Hufflepuff and Gryffindor were counting down the moments till they could talk more about what had transpired between them. Obviously it was more apparent that the Hufflepuff was anxious, unlike the Gryffindor who kept everything internal that affected him. Saturday had come, and early in the afternoon the Gryffindor Quidditch team had assembled for practice against their next opponent, Slytherin. Though the members of the team had expected grueling training, more lectures from the Captain, and a longer practice than usual, their practice ended only after three hours. It may possibly have been the shortest practice any of them had experience before a Slytherin match up. No one questioned the early dismissal, they had practiced hard and were ready for the match up, but Harry felt the need to make sure Wood hadn't gone mad. Once they had gone to the showers, he noticed Wood was moving more quickly than ever seen. Usually he's the last out of the locker room, but he had already showered and was getting ready to head out as Harry had just gotten into his towel heading for the showers.

"Hey Wood, can I have a minute?" Harry inquired. Wood turned towards his Seeker, and inwardly sighed, being taken away from his mission of finding a certain Hufflepuff to talk to. "What's up Potter?" Wood asked once they had found a spot in the locker room that was away from the rest of the teammates. "I wanted to make sure everything was okay with you, today you seemed a bit, not yourself as you usually are during Quidditch practice, especially before a match up with Slytherin. I'm not complaining, I just wanted to make sure you're doing all right." Harry spit out trying not to regret bringing up Wood's decision to call practice early. Harry thought he'd see so many different reactions from his Captain, but the chuckle that came from the Scottish Keeper was the last thing he expected. Oliver's chuckle lasted for a bit, and he brought his hand up and rested it on Harry's shoulder, trying to calm down his laughter. "No Harry I'm actually quite well, more than well as a matter of fact. I ended practice 'early' because I do in fact trust my team, and I do have somewhere I need to get going to. Sort of a date I guess you could say. But I trust you'll keep this between you and I. If anyone else from the team asks, just let them know they are prepared for Slytherin and to just go over the plays while they have some free time." Oliver admitted and asked of Harry, which shocked Harry even more.

As Oliver walked away and yelled goodbye to the rest of the members in the locker room, Harry was just curious of who this date was with, why he had picked Harry to admit this all to, and if this would be a common trend in the future. Regardless, he guessed he could talk to Wood about it another time. Though they never were really close friends, but acquaintances and teammates. He just stored it away in the back of his mind to talk to Wood about it later, amongst the other things the Hero of the Wizarding World had to worry about on a day-to-day basis.

Oliver walked rather briskly towards the Castle, and was preparing himself mentally. It would be a first for him to walk towards the kitchens, not for a midnight snack, but to find himself in front of the still life painting that led to the Hufflepuff dormitory. He walked towards the entrance to the dormitory, and waited a moment before saying anything. Finally, he spoke to the painting, "Hello, I need to see Cedric Diggory please, I'm Oliver Wood." Within the dormitory, Cedric was sitting within a comfortable chair looking out the window, waiting to hear that his guest had arrived to meet up with him.. Suddenly, he heard from the still life painting inside the dormitory, saying that Mr. Diggory had a guest waiting for him outside. Before the painting could say who was there, Cedric was already almost out the portrait.

When Cedric came out of the portrait and had it swinging closed behind him, he fell into the Gryffindor waiting for him. With the collision, they fell into an embrace, which would be viewed with some suspicion if anyone were around. Cedric relaxed audibly into Oliver's embrace, and didn't bother to look around before just staying within the embrace of Oliver's arms. The Gryffindor though, looked around the hallway before enjoying the slight weight of the Hufflepuff in his arms. He reached and grabbed the chin of the boy in his arms, and smiled at him due to the look of complete content on his face from being near Oliver again. Cedric smiled back up at him, and gave a small, "hey," and grinned big, with a slight blush on his face, knowing he is easy to read as an open book.

Oliver chuckled at the reactions he could read all over the boy's face, and couldn't help but catch the giddiness that Cedric was holding himself. It had been a long time since they'd be in close proximity of each other, and it was obvious that they missed the intimate contact. Once again looking around the hallway, Oliver leaned in towards Cedric, and pressed his lips against Cedric's, brushing his lips against the Hufflepuff's, and eventually deepened the kiss, their tongues clashing against each others and their hands roaming all over each other's shoulders, necks, hair, and backs. Eventually they broke apart, and Oliver smiled down at Cedric, kisses him on his forehead, and said, "We should probably move to somewhere more private, and not in the middle of this hallway."

Cedric sighed, and moved towards Oliver again to give him a quick kiss, while grabbing onto his bottom lip with his teeth and tugged a bit while pulling away, and said, "okay…" Cedric grabbed at Oliver's hand and they started towards the stairs. When they reached the top of the stairs near the Great Hall, though there was no one around, Oliver pulled Cedric into a corner where no one could see them anyway, he wanted to tell Cedric why he would pull away from him if someone was near and they were holding hands. "I'm really sorry Cedric, but I'm not still not quite sure about how I feel about you and I. As much as I enjoy P.D.A.'s and holding your hand, I'm not quite ready to show everyone, is that okay?" Cedric frowned slightly, but understood what the Scottish man was trying to say, and figured they could talk more about it upstairs when they found an empty room.