The celebration was in full swing when Minerva McGonagall walked into the
Gryffindor Common Room. As she went up to stand in front of her House, the
quidditch team began the chant.
"Speech. Speech. Speech."
"Enough." Professor McGonagall said, quieting the students with one word. "As all of you know, thanks to Mr. Wood and Mr. Potter, Gryffindor has beaten Slytherin and won the Quidditch Cup!"
"All right!" yelled one of the seventh years.
"Yes, congratulations are in order for the quidditch team. In account of this recent victory Professor Dumbleore has agreed to allow the team to spend the rest of the weekend at Hogsmeade, and return on Monday afternoon.
"Yes!" shouted George and Fred as they squeezed the three Chasers standing in front of them.
"As for the rest of you, curfew has been disregarded for until Monday." Again the Gryffindors burst out in cheers. "However, if you are caught in restricted sections, you will be expelled immediately. If there are no more questions, Mr. Wood, you and your teammates may go pack. Have fun, and do try to stay out of trouble!! That is all.you may continue your celebration.
* @ * @ * @ *
The seven members of the quidditch team sat around a table laughing and exchanging jokes.
"So, Wood," George began, imitating a sports broadcaster, "you've just won the Quidditch Cup."
"What are you gonna do next?" Finished Fred.
"Ya should've said who," whispered Katie.
"None of your business." Wood said glancing at a blushing Harry.
"Not like it isn't obvious to all of us here," smirked Angelina. "We know what you're going to do, so just go and do it already!" the other players burst out laughing.
"Ang, you're such a perv!" Katie said, elbowing her in the side.
"I know! I thought that was why you loved me." She replied with a wink. "Oli, just take the boy upstairs already."
"Shut up, Ang!" Oliver said, and turned to Harry. "Do you want to?"
"Yeah," Harry whispered. "I do." He slipped his hand into Oliver's and followed him upstairs.
When he closed the door, Oliver couldn't help staring into Harry's emerald eyes."Good gods, you're gorgeous!"
"No, I'm not." Harry started to argue when Oliver pressed his fingers to his soft, warm lips.
"Yes, you are." Before he could argue anymore, Oliver ran his fingers through Harry's thick, black hair and thoroughly kissed him until he was breathless. When Oliver pulled back Harry's eyes were wide with desire. "You have no idea what you to me, to the rest of us, do you?" He asked, brushing a hand across Harry's soft curls. Unsure if he wanted to know the truth, Oliver once again captured Harry's lips with his own and felt him melt into his arms, like an ice cream cone on a summer's day. Oliver slowly undid the buttons of Harry's shirt and let it slide to the floor. Harry moaned as Oliver kissed his chest and tight stomach, gently pushing him back onto the soft bed behind them. Harry only protested when Oliver reached for the button of his trousers.
"Oliver, I.I've never done this before."
"You mean never at all? With a guy or a girl?"
"No."
"Then trust me, I promise. I won't hurt you. Do you trust me, Harry?"
"Yes. I do." When Oliver saw all the trust and innocence in Harry's eyes he promised himself to make sure Harry's first time was good.
* @ * @ * @ *
Laura: Aww!! That's not fair at all! Rhia: Well, what do you expect? Is anyone here a guy? NO! I didn't think
so!
Kat: And besides, doesn't 'NC-17' mean anything to you?
Laura: No, what does it mean? Rhia: Good gods, how stupid can you get? It means that we can't post that
shit here! You're such an idiot!!
Daphne: Je peux aux toilette!! Rhia: Look, no one cares that you have to go to the bathroom. Who let you
in anyway??
Daphne: Elle a fait! (Points to Laura)
Kat: Laura!! Okay that's it! If we have to have a 4th person, we need a
guy, on who's into sports and stuff.
Laura: Ooo, I like that idea!
Rhia: A gay guy!
Laura: Well, where's the point in that?
Rhia: So we can write "The Part!"
Kat: Girls!! Our story!!
Rhia: Oh, yeah.here it is! Enjoy!!
* @ * @ * @ *
Harry smiled as Oliver turned the lights down. 'Wow,' he thought, 'that was fun! Maybe I'll take Draco up on his offer now!'
"Oliver," he started the speech he'd heard hundreds of times before. "You know that this'll never work out between us. Maybe we should just end it before either of us gets hurt." Oliver stared at Harry. What they had just shared was incredible and he was blowing it off, like it was nothing.
"I don't understand you, Harry," he started. "Didn't that mean anything to you?"
"Of course it did, but we both have a lot that's expected from us. I'm sorry, but something better will turn out.
* @ * @ * @ *
Oliver stared as Hermione winked at him and slowly started stripping. 'Maybe Harry was right,' he thought as he pulled off his practice tunic. 'Something better DID turn out!'
"Speech. Speech. Speech."
"Enough." Professor McGonagall said, quieting the students with one word. "As all of you know, thanks to Mr. Wood and Mr. Potter, Gryffindor has beaten Slytherin and won the Quidditch Cup!"
"All right!" yelled one of the seventh years.
"Yes, congratulations are in order for the quidditch team. In account of this recent victory Professor Dumbleore has agreed to allow the team to spend the rest of the weekend at Hogsmeade, and return on Monday afternoon.
"Yes!" shouted George and Fred as they squeezed the three Chasers standing in front of them.
"As for the rest of you, curfew has been disregarded for until Monday." Again the Gryffindors burst out in cheers. "However, if you are caught in restricted sections, you will be expelled immediately. If there are no more questions, Mr. Wood, you and your teammates may go pack. Have fun, and do try to stay out of trouble!! That is all.you may continue your celebration.
* @ * @ * @ *
The seven members of the quidditch team sat around a table laughing and exchanging jokes.
"So, Wood," George began, imitating a sports broadcaster, "you've just won the Quidditch Cup."
"What are you gonna do next?" Finished Fred.
"Ya should've said who," whispered Katie.
"None of your business." Wood said glancing at a blushing Harry.
"Not like it isn't obvious to all of us here," smirked Angelina. "We know what you're going to do, so just go and do it already!" the other players burst out laughing.
"Ang, you're such a perv!" Katie said, elbowing her in the side.
"I know! I thought that was why you loved me." She replied with a wink. "Oli, just take the boy upstairs already."
"Shut up, Ang!" Oliver said, and turned to Harry. "Do you want to?"
"Yeah," Harry whispered. "I do." He slipped his hand into Oliver's and followed him upstairs.
When he closed the door, Oliver couldn't help staring into Harry's emerald eyes."Good gods, you're gorgeous!"
"No, I'm not." Harry started to argue when Oliver pressed his fingers to his soft, warm lips.
"Yes, you are." Before he could argue anymore, Oliver ran his fingers through Harry's thick, black hair and thoroughly kissed him until he was breathless. When Oliver pulled back Harry's eyes were wide with desire. "You have no idea what you to me, to the rest of us, do you?" He asked, brushing a hand across Harry's soft curls. Unsure if he wanted to know the truth, Oliver once again captured Harry's lips with his own and felt him melt into his arms, like an ice cream cone on a summer's day. Oliver slowly undid the buttons of Harry's shirt and let it slide to the floor. Harry moaned as Oliver kissed his chest and tight stomach, gently pushing him back onto the soft bed behind them. Harry only protested when Oliver reached for the button of his trousers.
"Oliver, I.I've never done this before."
"You mean never at all? With a guy or a girl?"
"No."
"Then trust me, I promise. I won't hurt you. Do you trust me, Harry?"
"Yes. I do." When Oliver saw all the trust and innocence in Harry's eyes he promised himself to make sure Harry's first time was good.
* @ * @ * @ *
Laura: Aww!! That's not fair at all! Rhia: Well, what do you expect? Is anyone here a guy? NO! I didn't think
so!
Kat: And besides, doesn't 'NC-17' mean anything to you?
Laura: No, what does it mean? Rhia: Good gods, how stupid can you get? It means that we can't post that
shit here! You're such an idiot!!
Daphne: Je peux aux toilette!! Rhia: Look, no one cares that you have to go to the bathroom. Who let you
in anyway??
Daphne: Elle a fait! (Points to Laura)
Kat: Laura!! Okay that's it! If we have to have a 4th person, we need a
guy, on who's into sports and stuff.
Laura: Ooo, I like that idea!
Rhia: A gay guy!
Laura: Well, where's the point in that?
Rhia: So we can write "The Part!"
Kat: Girls!! Our story!!
Rhia: Oh, yeah.here it is! Enjoy!!
* @ * @ * @ *
Harry smiled as Oliver turned the lights down. 'Wow,' he thought, 'that was fun! Maybe I'll take Draco up on his offer now!'
"Oliver," he started the speech he'd heard hundreds of times before. "You know that this'll never work out between us. Maybe we should just end it before either of us gets hurt." Oliver stared at Harry. What they had just shared was incredible and he was blowing it off, like it was nothing.
"I don't understand you, Harry," he started. "Didn't that mean anything to you?"
"Of course it did, but we both have a lot that's expected from us. I'm sorry, but something better will turn out.
* @ * @ * @ *
Oliver stared as Hermione winked at him and slowly started stripping. 'Maybe Harry was right,' he thought as he pulled off his practice tunic. 'Something better DID turn out!'