Chapter 7:
Oliver fell onto the bed, Eric on top of him, trapping Oliver's lips with his own. Oliver chuckled. "Slow down, boy." Eric blushed.
"I'm sorry. But fucking god I'm horny!" Oliver chuckled again. He pulled Eric down on him again. Soon he was pulling Eric's shirt off over his head.
The doorbell rang.
"Shit!" Oliver cursed. He moved to get up. Eric pulled him back.
"Pretend we're aren't home!" His eyes were pleading. Oliver thought he looked so cute. He couldn't say no. He crawled back in bed. Someone started pounding on the door. Oliver kissed Eric passionately.
"Oliver! Oliver Wood I know you're in there!" Oh shit, he thought. Mom!
"Mom?" he whispered. Eric started laughing. "It's not funny!" Oliver hissed. "She doesn't know I'm gay!" Understanding finally darned on Eric's face.
"Oh fuck!" Eric jumped out of bed, grabbing his shirt. In one swift motion he jumped up and out of the window. Oliver was surprised his boyfriend could do that.
"OLIVER!" Oliver ran into the living room. He checked to make sure he looked decent enough before he opened the door. He breathed in heavily. He opened the door to a middle-aged blonde woman in a hideous vomit green suit. Oliver thought he would vomit.
"Hi mom," he said. His mother didn't respond. Instead she walked past him, slapping him on the way. Oliver stood back stunned. Did she know?
"What the hell was that for?" he yelled. She turned back on him, pointing her index finger at him.
"Don't you dare yell at me!" her voice was high and squeaky. She held up a piece of parchment. "Why the fuck am I getting letters like this?"
"Like what?" She held her arm out, keeping distance between them. Oliver snatched the letter out of her hand. He read it aloud.
Dear Mrs. Wood,
I am an acquaintance of your son. It pains me to tell you what I am about to tell you. Your son and I were lovers. I know it hurts but your son is gay. I am a man. I'm sorry to have to inform you of this. I felt like you had to know.
Sincerely,
HJP
Oliver read the signature over and over again. HJP, Harry James Potter. Fuck! He thought. He looked back at his mother. She was seething.
"Is it true? Are you gay?" she asked. Oliver thought for a moment. He could easily lie. But why should he?
"Yes," he said simply, remembering to keep his face blank. His mother looked like she was about to cry. "See that's why I never told you. I knew you couldn't handle it."
"Handle what? My son's a fag! I'm supposed to be thrilled about this? You broke my heart Oliver. I never thought that could happen again, after your father. But sure enough." She wiped the tears from her eyes. "You are so much like your father."
"Because you drove both of us away?" Oliver said bitterly. His mother had the ability to piss him off so well. No wonder his father left. Oliver only wished he took him along.
"Because both of you, shag men!"
Dun dun dun! I know that it was short, but you'll survive. I didn't know what else to write. I doubt any of the chapters will get much longer than this. R&R!
Bob.
