Pairing: Oliver Wood/Harry Potter
Rating: R (I think it's PG-13, but just to be safe I'm saying R.)
Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns the world and the characters, I just came up with the plot. I make no profit from these writings.
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The days that follow the kiss are some of the most blissful for Oliver. Nothing could get him down. Sirius Black could come charging through the door and Oliver felt that he would have the strength to take him down.
Two days after the kiss, Harry gets his Firebolt back from McGonagall and Oliver feels totally invincible. They will win the Quidditch game against Ravenclaw and then they will beat Slytherin and the Quidditch cup will be his. And he will have Harry to celebrate with.
N.E.W.T.'s also seem to be sneaking up on Oliver and he knows that it means the end of the school year is drawing nearer but he tries not to think about it.
Instead, he tries to focus on Quidditch and Harry and the time he has now.
Harry brings his Firebolt to the practice before the Ravenclaw game and Oliver can't believe how wonderful it flies. The team goes through the practice without a hitch and Oliver wants to grab Harry and shove him into the changing room and lock everyone else out. But Harry has brought Ron to practice and they fly around on the broom while Madam Hooch sleeps in the stands.
He waits in the common room for Harry and when he comes in he smiles sheepishly at him before taking his Firebolt up to his room. By the time Harry comes back down the stairs, everyone in the common room besides Oliver had gone to bed.
Harry walks over to him and sits across from him in one of the overstuffed chairs. Oliver can't help but beam at him, "You flew so brilliantly today."
"Thanks," Harry says quietly. "I really want to win the Quidditch cup for you, Oliver."
Oliver gives him a wide grin and scoots to the end of his seat, closer to Harry, "You looked so beautiful out there today, Harry."
Harry's eyes dart towards the stairwell and Oliver knows he's worried someone might come down the stairs and Oliver really wants to kiss Harry since he hasn't gotten another chance but Harry gives him an anxious look and Oliver scoots back.
"We'll definitely win tomorrow, Ravenclaw won't have a chance," Oliver says in an attempt to alleviate the tension.
Harry is still looking out the windows and up at the staircase as if expecting something to come crashing in on them and its making Oliver worry, "Is there something wrong, Harry?"
Harry looks up at him, startled, "No, there's nothing wrong... I just, I just keep seeing things..."
Oliver gives Harry a highly confused look and Harry runs his hands through his hair and tries to laugh, "You'd think I was crazy if I told you what I keep thinking I see. Just forget about."
Oliver gives him a searching look but nods anyway, "Maybe you just need some sleep."
He stands and Harry follows but as Oliver turns to head up the staircase, he feels Harry's hand on his wrist.
"Oliver," he croaks and Oliver turns to face him and he knows how nervous Harry must be as he leans in and Oliver lowers his head to capture Harry's lips and he wraps his arms around Harry's waist and savors the feel of Harry's lips on his and Harry in his arms.
Oliver parts his lips and he feels Harry's move apart as well and then his tongue is in Harry's mouth and it feels so nice and wet and just slightly terrifying. He can feel Harry's hands pulling at the hem of his shirt and he pulls away to give them a chance to catch their breath.
Harry looks so flustered and Oliver pulls him into his arms and rocks him softly. Harry lays his head on Oliver's chest and Oliver rests his chin on Harry's head and feels so utterly complete. But then Harry's pulling away and still looking so adorably flustered.
He looks away from Oliver, "The game tomorrow, we should..."
Oliver sighs, "I know..."
Before Harry can leave, Oliver pulls him in for another kiss. Harry indulges him for a minute and then he's out of Oliver's arms and moving up the stairs.
"Good-night Oliver," he calls down and Oliver collapses into one of the chairs and lets himself fantasize about following Harry up the stairs and into his bedroom but he knows there would be consequences for doing something so rash and instead he picks himself up off the couch and heads to his own dormitory.
It's hard for Oliver to sleep. He starts imagining how many steps it would be from his room to Harry's. After he's in the room, he imagines being in Harry's bed, taking off Harry's clothes and he really tries to stop himself. Harry's only thirteen and thirteen year olds don't have sex and they shouldn't be subjects in some pervert's fantasy.
It's just hard when that thirteen year old is really mature for his age and really adorable and all Oliver can think of.
He thinks Harry would look so beautiful in bed.
Harry would look really beautiful naked.
Harry would look really, really beautiful in bed naked.
Oliver grabs his wand and hits himself in the head with it. He lies quiet still for a moment, convincing himself that he really shouldn't masturbate but his brain is telling him that it relieves stress and he really shouldn't be stressed on a game day.
He moves his hand away from his wand and starts to drum his fingers on his stomach. He smiles as he thinks of how only minutes ago he had Harry in his arms. He starts thinking about how small and delicate Harry is, with his fair, smooth skin.
In one swift movement, his wand is in his hands and he's pointing it at the bed curtains.
"Silencio," he whispers and he tugs his pants off and throws them on the floor, he closes his eyes tightly as he wraps his fingers around his achingly hard cock.
Oliver wakes up, startled, at the crack of dawn. He checks the time and it's really early so he lies back in bed but he can't go back to sleep: there's a Quidditch game today.
After kicking at his sheets for a good minute, he gets out of bed and grabs his Quidditch robes. Thirty minutes later, he's fully dressed and sitting on his bed. There's a tight knot in his stomach.
He knows the odds are in their favor, but he's the captain and he's supposed to be nervous. He really couldn't take losing again this year.
He shakes his head and walks determinedly out of the dormitory and to the great hall for breakfast.
Harry comes in to the hall with an entire entourage guarding his broom. Oliver smiles at Harry and Harry, to Oliver's surprise, beams at him. And when he sits down next to Oliver and they sit the broom in the middle of the table so that the rest of the school can admire it and the seeker who will be flying it. When no one's looking, Oliver squeezes Harry's hand under the table and Harry blushes slightly.
They leave the great hall together and when they kick off, Oliver notices Harry looking at the Ravenclaw Seeker and as he flies up to his post, he wishes he were a beater so he could knock her off her broom.
Harry doesn't seem too distracted by Cho Chang, so Oliver doesn't worry too much. But then, Oliver sees Harry swerve to avoid colliding with her and he really, really wishes he were a beater.
Oliver didn't have the chance to be angry as he caught sight of three tall, dark figures approaching the field. He hoped beyond hope that Harry had really been able to conquer his problem with the Dementors.
Oliver watches as Harry pulls out his wand and points it at the Dementors, something silvery shoots out of Harry's wand, it sort of looks like an animal, a horse, maybe? Oliver can't get a good look at it because Lee Jordan announces that Harry has caught the Snitch. Oliver speeds towards the ground and tumbles off of his broom right beside Harry.
"THAT'S MY BOY!" He roars as he wraps his arms around Harry, their teammates soon follow suit and Oliver looks at Harry over the arms and bodies and he beams at the younger boy.
'So proud of you,' he mouths.
Harry smiles and the group pulls apart and heads up to Gryffindor together, Harry goes off to walk with Ron and Hermione and Oliver watches from a close distance, wishing more than anything, that he could sweep Harry into his arms and kiss him there on the pitch with everyone watching.