Chapter Two
Strange Flirts
Fortunately for Fred, the practice went by fairly fast, with a couple of complaints from Oliver. As Fred and George made their way to the Common Room, Fred realized he had forgoten his Quidditch robe in the locker room.
"I'll meet you in the Common Room George, I forgot something back in the locker room."
"Ok mate," was his brother's reply.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Once Fred arrived in the field, he could see two figures discussing something next to a very handsome broom. He made out the broom at once. It was a Nimbus 2000, and the only person who owned it was Harry. Next to Harry was Oliver, apperantly very interested in what Harry had to say. Fred thought nothing of it and made his way to the locker room unnoticed.
On his way back, however, he was distracted by Harry's excellent flying skills. He was trying to pull one of the new tricks Oliver had come up with for the team which they had been practicing early that morning. He had watched Harry nail it every time in the practice and was pretty sure he was doing it correctly right now. However, Oliver kept calling him back down to the ground and correcting one thing or another.
Fred decided to stay and watch. He sat down near a cool, shady spot and relaxed as he watched Oliver mount the Nimbus 2000. He showed the position to Harry. Fred was near enough to hear pieces of the conversation.
". . .too close. . .further back. . .lean back. . ." Fred heard Oliver say to Harry.
To Fred's surprise, once Harry was back on the broom, Oliver mounted it behind him. Fred watched as Oliver slid his hands around Harry's waist. Fred tried to ignore the fact that Oliver kept moving closer to Harry. At one point he could have sworn he saw Oliver purposly slip his hand under Harry's Quidditch robes.
Fred rubbed his eyes. Was he actually seeing this? He couldn't believe it! Although lately, Oliver HAD been offering one too many tips to Harry and having one too many private practices with him.
Finally, the two got off the broom and Oliver watched as Harry made his way back to the castle. Fred decided he couldn't keep this a secret and rushed back to the castle to tell his brother.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
The very next day, Gryffindor had practice at seven in the evening. Fred knew he would see more of Oliver's pathetic attempts to swoon Harry.
Once he reached the field, he knew his assumptions were correct. It had barely been twenty minutes into the practice when Oliver began to criticize Harry's Flying.
"No, No Harry. It's like this," said Oliver as he mounted the broom in front of Harry and showed him the same exact thing he had just done. Apperantly no one else thought strangely of this and let it go. However, Fred kept nudging George to point these things out.
"See? Look! There he goes again! Oh look at that! He just slid his hands under Harry's robes again!" said Fred angrily. For some strange, unexplainable reason, whenever Fred saw Oliver comming on to Harry he got angry.
"If I didn't know any better, Fred," began George, "I'd say you were jealous." George mounted his broom. "What's the matter mate? Harry taking away your love?" smirked George as he flew away.
"I'm not fucking jealous George!!!!!!!" screamed Fred as he flew after him.
By the end of the practice, Fred had seen enough. He was so angry he didn't even notice when a certain tall brunette boy stood in front of him and said something.
"What?!" screamed Fred rather angrily without looking up. Once he did, he was surprised to see Oliver standing in front of him, looking rather taken abback.
"I said," began Oliver carefully, "Can you help me out? I have sort of a problem."
Fred knew what was comming, although he played dumb. "Sure mate, what is it?"
Oliver blushed, "Well, I noticed that you're sort of popular around the opposite sex. So I figured you were the right person to come to."
Fred rolled his eyes. What was he talking about? Opposite sex? If Oliver called Harry a woman, he didn't want to know what he called a man.
"Anyways," continued Oliver, "I need you to help me. . .seduce someone, if you will."
Fred snorted, "Seduce someone?"
"Yeah," said Oliver. "You see, I sort of fancy this. . .person and I don't know how to tell hi-her."
Fred couldn't take it anymore. He just had to see Oliver's reaction once he told him he knew. So, he told him. "Oh shut up Wood. I know you fancy Harry. I saw you two at the field yesterday afternoon. I saw how you were comming on to him and how you always found an excuse to touch him."
Oliver's jaw dropped. 'How could I have not noticed him there?' he asked himself.
"Oh," was Oliver's reply, "Then you saved me a lot of explaining. Please don't tell anyone Fred! That's the reason why I came to you! You're my closest friend and I knew you could help me!"
Fred sighed, "Fine, fine, fine. How do you want me to help?"
Oliver smiled as he began telling him his plan.
Strange Flirts
Fortunately for Fred, the practice went by fairly fast, with a couple of complaints from Oliver. As Fred and George made their way to the Common Room, Fred realized he had forgoten his Quidditch robe in the locker room.
"I'll meet you in the Common Room George, I forgot something back in the locker room."
"Ok mate," was his brother's reply.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Once Fred arrived in the field, he could see two figures discussing something next to a very handsome broom. He made out the broom at once. It was a Nimbus 2000, and the only person who owned it was Harry. Next to Harry was Oliver, apperantly very interested in what Harry had to say. Fred thought nothing of it and made his way to the locker room unnoticed.
On his way back, however, he was distracted by Harry's excellent flying skills. He was trying to pull one of the new tricks Oliver had come up with for the team which they had been practicing early that morning. He had watched Harry nail it every time in the practice and was pretty sure he was doing it correctly right now. However, Oliver kept calling him back down to the ground and correcting one thing or another.
Fred decided to stay and watch. He sat down near a cool, shady spot and relaxed as he watched Oliver mount the Nimbus 2000. He showed the position to Harry. Fred was near enough to hear pieces of the conversation.
". . .too close. . .further back. . .lean back. . ." Fred heard Oliver say to Harry.
To Fred's surprise, once Harry was back on the broom, Oliver mounted it behind him. Fred watched as Oliver slid his hands around Harry's waist. Fred tried to ignore the fact that Oliver kept moving closer to Harry. At one point he could have sworn he saw Oliver purposly slip his hand under Harry's Quidditch robes.
Fred rubbed his eyes. Was he actually seeing this? He couldn't believe it! Although lately, Oliver HAD been offering one too many tips to Harry and having one too many private practices with him.
Finally, the two got off the broom and Oliver watched as Harry made his way back to the castle. Fred decided he couldn't keep this a secret and rushed back to the castle to tell his brother.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
The very next day, Gryffindor had practice at seven in the evening. Fred knew he would see more of Oliver's pathetic attempts to swoon Harry.
Once he reached the field, he knew his assumptions were correct. It had barely been twenty minutes into the practice when Oliver began to criticize Harry's Flying.
"No, No Harry. It's like this," said Oliver as he mounted the broom in front of Harry and showed him the same exact thing he had just done. Apperantly no one else thought strangely of this and let it go. However, Fred kept nudging George to point these things out.
"See? Look! There he goes again! Oh look at that! He just slid his hands under Harry's robes again!" said Fred angrily. For some strange, unexplainable reason, whenever Fred saw Oliver comming on to Harry he got angry.
"If I didn't know any better, Fred," began George, "I'd say you were jealous." George mounted his broom. "What's the matter mate? Harry taking away your love?" smirked George as he flew away.
"I'm not fucking jealous George!!!!!!!" screamed Fred as he flew after him.
By the end of the practice, Fred had seen enough. He was so angry he didn't even notice when a certain tall brunette boy stood in front of him and said something.
"What?!" screamed Fred rather angrily without looking up. Once he did, he was surprised to see Oliver standing in front of him, looking rather taken abback.
"I said," began Oliver carefully, "Can you help me out? I have sort of a problem."
Fred knew what was comming, although he played dumb. "Sure mate, what is it?"
Oliver blushed, "Well, I noticed that you're sort of popular around the opposite sex. So I figured you were the right person to come to."
Fred rolled his eyes. What was he talking about? Opposite sex? If Oliver called Harry a woman, he didn't want to know what he called a man.
"Anyways," continued Oliver, "I need you to help me. . .seduce someone, if you will."
Fred snorted, "Seduce someone?"
"Yeah," said Oliver. "You see, I sort of fancy this. . .person and I don't know how to tell hi-her."
Fred couldn't take it anymore. He just had to see Oliver's reaction once he told him he knew. So, he told him. "Oh shut up Wood. I know you fancy Harry. I saw you two at the field yesterday afternoon. I saw how you were comming on to him and how you always found an excuse to touch him."
Oliver's jaw dropped. 'How could I have not noticed him there?' he asked himself.
"Oh," was Oliver's reply, "Then you saved me a lot of explaining. Please don't tell anyone Fred! That's the reason why I came to you! You're my closest friend and I knew you could help me!"
Fred sighed, "Fine, fine, fine. How do you want me to help?"
Oliver smiled as he began telling him his plan.