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.
Vitiate
Oliver spends all night trying to get Harry into a corner, a room, any place with some sort of privacy but as the night draws on he starts to lose hope.
Harry looks at him ever so often, and sees his pleading looks and smiles. Oliver likes to think that Harry wanted to be alone with him just as much as he did.
Finally, at a quarter to twelve, Oliver sees Harry heading towards the boys bathroom. He follows and when he's inside he locks the door causing Harry to jump.
"Oh God, Oliver, you frightened me," he gives a long look at the urinal before opening one of the stall doors. Oliver tries hard not to feel offended. He wouldn't really have looked. Only -- maybe -- a little peak, but honestly, what was the harm?
Harry flushes the toilet and Oliver leans against the wall and watches as Harry washes and dries his hands. Harry makes sure the door is locked before turning to Oliver.
"Hi," he says nervously.
Oliver crosses over to him into strides and Harry looks at him nervously as Oliver's hands come to rest on Harry's narrow hips.
"Hi," Oliver whispers against his forehead. "I've been trying to get you alone all night."
"I know." Harry examines the print on Oliver's shirt very closely as Oliver wraps his arms around him.
"I really can't believe it, Harry, we won."
Harry smiles up at him and Oliver kisses him quickly, softly on the lips and Harry lays his head on Oliver's shoulder, "I'm really confused about all this, Oliver."
"What are you confused about?" Oliver asks as he strokes Harry's back.
"This," Oliver knows he's referring to the pair of them and he sighs as Harry continues, "I just don't know what's happening."
Oliver pulls away and props himself up on to the counter-top. Harry follows suit.
"What do you want to happen, Harry?"
Harry shrugs and looks down at the spotless floor, "It's just weird."
"What's weird?"
"Everything!" Harry sighs, "It's like... I don't know. It's not normal to like other boys, is it?"
"Harry... there's nothing wrong with liking boys."
Harry leans back against the mirror, "I don't know."
"I'm not forcing you to do anything you don't want to, Harry. If you didn't want to kiss me, you could say so."
Harry gives him a slightly mortified look, "No, I didn't mean that. I like kissing you, it's just that... well, what if I like kissing you because it's kissing but not because it's you?"
"I suppose you'd have to kiss someone else and compare."
Oliver starts thinking of an excuse to leave the bathroom. He doesn't want to hear that Harry doesn't like him. He doesn't want to hear any of this. Everything was supposed to be perfect, Harry was supposed to feel the way he did, but it was becoming obvious that Harry didn't have the slightest idea what he was doing.
"I don't want to kiss anyone else."
Oliver looks away. He gives the bathroom stall doors a scathing look; he knows it's not true. He knows Harry thinks Cho Chang is pretty. He would bet a hundred galleons that Harry would like to kiss her.
"Oliver, what about... other stuff?"
Oliver's still glaring at the stalls, "What other stuff?"
Harry blushes fiercely, "That guys do... with each other?"
Oliver whips around to look at Harry, who turns an even deeper red, "What?"
"Well, like... well, uh, how would I know if I wanted to, uh, do more?"
This conversation suddenly has Oliver very flustered, "You should uh, figure out if you really like boys or girls before you start thinking about any of that stuff."
Harry nods and looks away, "Have you done any of that stuff?"
Oliver stares hard at his feet, "No, I haven't."
It's quiet for a long time, and then Harry speaks and Oliver wonders how Harry can stay so calm while he makes Oliver so uncomfortable, "But you'd like to?"
How was Oliver supposed to answer that? He could tell Harry that he did but then Harry would probably think Oliver wanted him and even though that was true, Oliver didn't want Harry to rush in. Oliver could always lie but he was sure Harry knew the truth.
"I would... but with someone that was ready for taking that step."
"Right," says Harry.
"It's getting late, we should go to sleep."
"OK," says Harry.
Oliver hops off the counter and turns to look at Harry who's looking at him curiously. The counter is low enough so they're about at eye level and Harry reaches out for Oliver and draws him in for a quick kiss.
Oliver pulls away briefly and looks into Harry's stunningly green eyes. He pulls Harry to him, as his tongue brushes Harry's he feels legs wrap around his waist. Oliver is so caught up in the feel of Harry's tongue against his that he doesn't really their close proximity but more importantly, he hasn't become aware of the tightness in his jeans, the tightness rubbing against Harry.
He pulls back slightly to breathe and the moment he opens his eyes he knows something is wrong. Mentally, he runs through the situation and within seconds, he becomes aware of what is wrong with the situation.
Horrified, he drops Harry and backs away.
Harry, who also looks very stunned, blushes a deep red and turns to look at the door to the bathroom. Oliver watches as Harry's eyes widened in fear. He knows why the moment his eyes meet Professor McGonagall's through the mirror.
She looks completely appalled as she looks between them, "The other Gryffindor boys would like to be able to use the restroom. Please go to your dormitory immediately, Wood."
Oliver looks to Harry, who refuses to meet his eyes. Oliver passes McGonagall and goes straight to his dormitory, and straight to his bed where he hides his head under his pillow and wills it all to have been just a dream.
Oliver hears an ear-piercing scream coming from higher up in the tower and he bolts upright in bed. Percy Weasley must have heard it, too, and in minutes he hears Percy running out of the dormitory. He thinks about following but the moment he steps out of his bed he remembers what had happened the night before. Suddenly, he doesn't want to leave his bed. It was safer in his bed than out there where he would be forced to face not only McGonagall, but Harry, as well.
Each of the boys in Oliver's dorm comes over to wake him and finally, he throws on some clothes and follows them out of the room. In the common room, he is faced with both McGonagall and Harry but they seem much more worried about Ron Weasley than they were about him or what had happened last night.
He found a seat next to Alicia Spinnet and listened as Ron told McGonagall about Sirius Black breaking into the tower.
Horrorstruck, he looks to Harry, but Harry isn't looking at anyone. Oliver stands, thinking he can run over and take Harry into his arms and protect him but he immediately sits down.
Harry would not want him anywhere near him, not after the incident the night before.
After McGonagall leaves, all of the Gryffindor students sit together in the common room and Oliver stays as far away from Harry as possible.
He first sits by his fellow seventh years and tries to listen to them talk about what will be on their N.E.W.T.'s and what each of them is doing to prepare but this conversation is much too dull and depressing for Oliver. N.E.W.T.'s meant leaving and he was not going to think about leaving even though Harry probably wanted him gone.
He sat with the Quidditch team but they were discussing Harry and right before he got up, he saw that Harry and Ron were heading over to them.
Finally, he took a seat in the middle of a group of second years by the fireplace. They were all discussing Sirius Black and Oliver let his mind wander as he sat gazing stupidly out of the window.
Harry could have died. The thought repeated itself a million times in Oliver's head and each time, he hated himself a little more.
He had promised he wouldn't add any more burdens to Harry's load but now he had. Harry didn't need to be worrying about whether or not he liked boys.
Oliver ran a hand through his hair and slouched further into his seat. He felt like dirt.