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Menthols, a Burger King crew hat and uniform, and (soon I hope) a '92
Plymouth. That's it! We all know that JK Rowling owns all Harry Potter
characters
Rhiannon: It's NOT fair!! I saw Wood first!!
Laura: Deal with it!! For Pete's sake! Quit drooling!!
Kat: OK!! Here's the story! Eat your heart out!!
A/N: Ya know what they say 'bout first times for everything. It's a series, I'm not sure if it's gonna be a mini, regular, or mega.it depends. I hope you enjoy the stories as much as I enjoyed writing them! Here's the first: "The Keeper and the Seeker" What more can I say?
"Harry Potter has caught the Golden Snitch!" Lee Jordan shouted, doing a wonderful job as commentator. "Gryffindor wins!" Wood smiled as his dark-haired Seeker handed Madame Hooch the Snitch.
'My Seeker?' Oliver thought to himself. 'Gods, I must be losing it.' Harry had been the Seek for Gryffindor for 3 years and Oliver still practically drooled over him every time they were together, which was often because of Quidditch.
"Wood!" George called, pulling Oliver from his silent reverie. "What's today's reward?"
"Hopefully a romp in the sack with Potter," Wood said softly.
"What?" yelled Fred.
"A box of 'Bots Every Flavored Beans' and another game with your clubs."
Everyone of Wood's muscle screamed in protest as he headed towards the locker room. 'Gods damn Lucius Malfoy for giving Slytherin those focking brooms so Draco would be on the team,' Oliver thought as he put his broom in the shed. It hadn't mattered, though. Even with slower brooms, Gryffindor had held their own.
Back in the locker room Fred and George had Harry, pinned to the floor and were tickling him mercilessly. Jealousy and envy welled up in Oliver like he didn't believe possible. It wasn't fair that the Weasleys had Harry in such a submissive position begging for mercy and for help.
"Wood!! Please, make them stop!" Harry said through gasps and giggles. "I'll do anything, just please. Make! Them! Stop!"
"Anything?" Oliver asked, wonderfully wicked thoughts running through his mind.
"Yes! Please!"
"Get off of him!" Oliver said and the twins immediately let go and headed towards the showers. "Upsy-daisy, Potter!" He grabbed Harry's hand and pulled him up as he pushed off the floor, bringing them completely together, from chest to knees, Oliver's lips a fraction of an inch away from Harry's
They stood there for what seemed like an eternity before Oliver gently pressed his lips to Harry's. When Harry didn't respond, Wood pulled back, only to have his head brought down to the Seeker's. The kiss started soft and gentle but soon turned into a heated mating of lips, tongues, and teeth. When Oliver finally pulled away, they were both breathless.
"Wow!" Harry whispered. "That was."
"Incredible!" Wood finished. "Harry, I want you to come with me tonight. We'll go into the village, please, say you will."
"Okay," Harry whispered his voice full of affection and wonder. Whatever Oliver's response was, it was drowned out by the Fred's yelling.
"Potter! Wood! Hurry up!"
"We can't have our House celebration without our heroes!" George finished.
"All right, already," Oliver yelled back. "We're coming!" He ran his down Harry's back and kissed him one last time. "We'll finish this later. I promise!"
TBC
Rhiannon: It's NOT fair!! I saw Wood first!!
Laura: Deal with it!! For Pete's sake! Quit drooling!!
Kat: OK!! Here's the story! Eat your heart out!!
A/N: Ya know what they say 'bout first times for everything. It's a series, I'm not sure if it's gonna be a mini, regular, or mega.it depends. I hope you enjoy the stories as much as I enjoyed writing them! Here's the first: "The Keeper and the Seeker" What more can I say?
"Harry Potter has caught the Golden Snitch!" Lee Jordan shouted, doing a wonderful job as commentator. "Gryffindor wins!" Wood smiled as his dark-haired Seeker handed Madame Hooch the Snitch.
'My Seeker?' Oliver thought to himself. 'Gods, I must be losing it.' Harry had been the Seek for Gryffindor for 3 years and Oliver still practically drooled over him every time they were together, which was often because of Quidditch.
"Wood!" George called, pulling Oliver from his silent reverie. "What's today's reward?"
"Hopefully a romp in the sack with Potter," Wood said softly.
"What?" yelled Fred.
"A box of 'Bots Every Flavored Beans' and another game with your clubs."
Everyone of Wood's muscle screamed in protest as he headed towards the locker room. 'Gods damn Lucius Malfoy for giving Slytherin those focking brooms so Draco would be on the team,' Oliver thought as he put his broom in the shed. It hadn't mattered, though. Even with slower brooms, Gryffindor had held their own.
Back in the locker room Fred and George had Harry, pinned to the floor and were tickling him mercilessly. Jealousy and envy welled up in Oliver like he didn't believe possible. It wasn't fair that the Weasleys had Harry in such a submissive position begging for mercy and for help.
"Wood!! Please, make them stop!" Harry said through gasps and giggles. "I'll do anything, just please. Make! Them! Stop!"
"Anything?" Oliver asked, wonderfully wicked thoughts running through his mind.
"Yes! Please!"
"Get off of him!" Oliver said and the twins immediately let go and headed towards the showers. "Upsy-daisy, Potter!" He grabbed Harry's hand and pulled him up as he pushed off the floor, bringing them completely together, from chest to knees, Oliver's lips a fraction of an inch away from Harry's
They stood there for what seemed like an eternity before Oliver gently pressed his lips to Harry's. When Harry didn't respond, Wood pulled back, only to have his head brought down to the Seeker's. The kiss started soft and gentle but soon turned into a heated mating of lips, tongues, and teeth. When Oliver finally pulled away, they were both breathless.
"Wow!" Harry whispered. "That was."
"Incredible!" Wood finished. "Harry, I want you to come with me tonight. We'll go into the village, please, say you will."
"Okay," Harry whispered his voice full of affection and wonder. Whatever Oliver's response was, it was drowned out by the Fred's yelling.
"Potter! Wood! Hurry up!"
"We can't have our House celebration without our heroes!" George finished.
"All right, already," Oliver yelled back. "We're coming!" He ran his down Harry's back and kissed him one last time. "We'll finish this later. I promise!"
TBC