The Training Injury.
A few days later.
After Oliver attempted explaining some of his latest diagrams that few people actually completely understood, the team went onto the pitch for practice.
A few minutes into the practice a bludger came, seemingly out of nowhere, hit Harry in the face. He fell backwards but managed to grab the tail of his broom with one hand fortunately without falling seventy plus feet to the ground. Harry grabbed the broom with his other hand and pulled himself up onto it. Harry shook his head slightly and put his hand on his temple, his head felt it might explode with pain. Over the sound of his blood rushing in his ears he could just make out Oliver yelling at everyone to land. Oliver appeared next to Harry and helped guide him to the ground.
After landing Oliver immediately asked "Harry, Harry are you alright?"
"Ollie, I'm fi..." Harry started to reply before promptly vomiting.
"Harry..." Oliver said, a look of concern taking over his face, before turning to the beaters "What the hell happened?" They automatically pointed to each other. Oliver continued "I'll deal with you two later; right now I've got to get him to St. Mungo's." gesturing to Harry.
"I'm fine." Harry said, putting his hand on his head again and falling over.
"You're not fine." Oliver said, squatting down. "Griffiths, you're in charge." Oliver said, turning his head slightly before taking Harry's arm and apparating to St. Mungo's.
A little while later.
Harry lay in a hospital bed; a bruise starting to form on his face, Oliver occupied the chair next to it, having not left Harry's side. The rest of team had been and gone, giving Oliver his and Harry's belongings that had been left in the locker room in the process. The healer had said Harry had a minor concussion that should clear up within a couple of days and a broken nose that had been fixed in a matter of seconds and his glasses had got broken to but he'd easily fixed those. Oliver, however, was still concerned about Harry's welfare.
"Ollie, the healer said I'll be fine. There's nothing to worry about. I just need some rest" Harry told him.
"Well I'm going to worry whether you like it or not." Oliver said, he paused, "When it hit you I thought that I was going to lose you and that thought terrified me, Harry, it really did." He said, looking down, hesitating between words and straining to get them out and make them sound right.
"Ollie, you really think I would let you be scared or I would leave. I would never leave you in any way. After all I went through, at Hogwarts, being 'The Chosen One', the war, my friends and you stuck with me and I can't forget that or leave any of you behind." Harry explained, sitting up, he groaned slightly and rubbed his head. Oliver looked up and met Harry's gaze.
"You'll feel better soon. I know. It's just, I don't want to, I can't, live without you, Harry." Oliver admitted.
"I can't live without you either." Harry replied.
"I'm in love with you Harry, have been for years." Oliver said, placing his hand in his chin and stroked his own cheeks and chin.
"I'm in love with you too Ollie." Harry told him. "Funny." He murmured.
"What's funny?" Oliver asked.
"Nearly nine years we've known each other and now we're together and in love. If I'd been asked then where I'd be today, I wouldn't have known, this would not have crossed my mind." Harry replied.
"I wouldn't have guessed I'd end up with the scrawny little kid in glasses with messy hair." Oliver told him, both smirked. "But I wouldn't want to change how we ended up now, apart from one thing." Oliver continued.
"What's that?" Harry asked. Oliver hesitated and Harry said "Come on, Ollie tell me."
"Harry, I've been thinking, and maybe this isn't the right time to bring it up but I really don't know what is. I've ran all these different scenarios in my head recently and they all seemed too elaborate or stupid or weird or not what you'd want but I'm just going to say it, I want to get married." Oliver said, taking Harry's hand.
"Yeah, I'd like that." Harry answered. "I'd like that very much. I want to marry you too. Any ideas when?"
"When?" Oliver murmured.
"When you want the wedding to be?" Harry inquired.
"I'm not sure. What about you?"
"I don't know either."
The following day in the evening.
Harry and Oliver had arranged a double date with the soon to be married couple, Ron and Hermione. Harry's headache and dizziness had gone down and he had only vomited the once. They met outside the muggle restaurant they were to have dinner in. Hermione immediately asked about Harry's health, Oliver had informed them via owl.
"I'm fine, really. My only problem is this big purple splotch on my face." Harry said, referring to the large bruise that had formed and surrounded his right eye and his nose.
"Suits you." Ron joked; Hermione elbowed him though both Ron and Harry sniggered.
"You still look perfect to me." Oliver whispered in Harry's ear.
After they had sat down at a table Harry asked "What's new?"
"We've set a date, this June second." Hermione replied.
"Harry, you'll be best man right?" Ron said.
"You need to ask? Of course." Harry told him, picking up a menu.
"What about you two, anything new?" Ron asked.
"Practise, that sort of thing, next match is next week. Our relationship made it into the Daily Prophet; they had to get something right eventually. Oh and something definitely positive on that front." Harry said.
"We've decided to get married." Oliver added, grasping Harry's hand. "We don't know when though."
Hermione and Ron added their congratulations.
The foursome had a long night, but it was a good night, sometimes just spending time with others can be the best thing in the world, especially when it involves friends.