As you can see, I've been a bit inspired lately. Sorry it's taken so long to get the next few parts up.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Like usual, Oliver thought of nothing else but Quidditch the day of the big game against Ravenclaw. After a rather drawn out pep-talk, he lead the team to a victory that not only won them the game, but the Quidditch Cup as well. It was the happiest day of his life, and for that brief moment in time, he thought of nothing else but quidditch and how he had lead his team to victory. It was the best feeling in the world, but then, all good things must come to an end.
After a night of heavy partying in the Gryffindor Common Room, Oliver found himself drifting off to sleep in his bed. Being that his previous dreams had just become a reality that day, his mind was left to wander for something else to focus on. Instead he found himself in a place that he couldn't quite make out the location of. Standing there infront of him was none other than the boy he had almost had a moment with. Lips were suddenly against his own again, and he realized the bronzed figure of Cedric Diggory was in nothing but a pair of boxers with little snitches across the front.
After a moment, the dream projection of Cedric pushed him back onto a bed that had seemed to appear out of thin air. Before he knew what was happening, the Hufflepuff seeker was ontop of him, tracing kisses across every inch of flesh he could find on Oliver's body. Just as those full lips were about to move over Oliver's raging length, the Dream Cedric suddenly moved off the bed and waved to Oliver before flying off into the sky on a Firebolt.
Before he could even begin to complain at the sudden loss of attention, someone was shaking him awake.
"Come on Oliver. You've been sleeping in for the good part of the day now," spoke a familiar voice of whom Wood reconized at once.
"Percy, don't you have some important Head Boy duty to attend to?" Oliver asked with a small moan, bringing a pillow up infront of his face. Now was the hard part. Having to admit that what he saw was just a dream, and whether or not it was what he really wanted or just a silly half-hearted fantasy.
"Making sure students don't waste their days sleeping qualifies as said duties," Percy sighed, raising a brow at the rather large tenting of Wood's boxers. "Eh, must've been a good dream."
"...Wha?" Not completely sure how Percy knew he had been dreaming, Oliver slowly sat up and rubbed his eyes, looking to where the Weasley had been starring. In embarrassment, he reached for the pillow and put it over the area as his face glowed red. Percy just rolled his eyes and was soon off down the staircase.
With a sigh, Wood reached over and oppened up his chest to pull out his clothes for the day. Standing infront of a mirror in the center of the room, he slowly began to undress and just stand there for a minute. The obvious erection didn't appear to be going away anytime soon, but it was going to have to. Slipping into the a t-shirt with the Gryffindor logo on it and a pair of loose fitting jeans, Oliver grabbed a book and held it with both hands infront of his groin as he walked down to the common room.
The Weasley twins were the first to intercept him as he headed toward the exit, rambling on about their victory as if it had just happened. Oliver did his best to contribute to the conversation until George suddenly reached for the book in his hand to read the cover. Of course this prompted Fred to chuckle at what was under the book.
"Hey look George, Wood's got a woody," they both suddenly started chuckling in unison. Oliver simply took the book back and headed out into the hall, praying that it would die down soon.
"Sorry Oliver. I mean we all get them. Who were you thinkin about?" Fred asked curiously.
"I bet it was that seeker on the Ravenclaw team. She's a piece of work," George commented before giving Oliver a chance to respond.
"Will you two please shut up about it?" He pleaded, not wanting anyone to hear as they continued through the halls.
"Fine fine. Well, we have to be off. We're testing out a new prototype on a few unsuspecting first years," Fred spoke for the both of them, suddenly walking off with his brother away from the embarassed Oliver Wood.
Walking down to the Great Hall, the tired Gryffindor found a seat and put his head down on the table with a yawn. There were no classes that day and they'd stopped serving breakfast apparently. Oh well, he wasn't particularly hungry anyway. Fortunately that little, or should I say big, problem had indeed died down, but he was still in deep thought as he analyzed both the dream and the kiss.
Tilting his head to the side, Oliver looked out across the tables again for something of interest. As if having a moment of Dejavu, Wood watched as the fairly pretty Hufflepuff girl walked over and planted a small kiss onto Cedric's lips. Wood couldn't comprehend how Cedric could kiss her and him as if they were the same person. It just didn't make a whole lot of sense to him. Then again, not a whole lot did outside of quidditch.
Putting his head back down, the Gryffindor just tried to focus on that feeling from the previous day. There was no Cedric Diggory or school work, it was just him standing there holding the Quidditch cup with his team around him. It was the happiest memory he had now.
"I suppose you feel extremely proud of yourself now, eh Wood?" spoke a cold shrill voice from behind him. "If it weren't for that new little toy your seeker got, you wouldn't have standed a chance." Marcus Flint scowled as a few other Slytherins chuckled behind himself.
"I find it funny, Flint," Oliver lifted his head slightly and looked back toward Marcus, "that you're team all had the best brooms in the game last year, and you still managed to lose to us."
"Why you little piece of scum..." Flint began, taking ahold of Oliver and throwing him to the floor. Holding his wand out, he was just about to mutter something when a wand pointing straight at his head caught his attention.
"Back off Flint," Cedric spoke firmly, not budging from his position. "Or I'll make that face of yours even uglier. If such a feet is possible."
By this point in time, the two stooges behind Flint both had their wands out and pointed at Cedric, but Marcus dismissed them and walked off scowling. Cedric wasn't known for making false threats. All this time, Oliver just watched with a glare, finally pulling himself to his feet without the help of the outstretched hand from Diggory.
"Are you ok?" Cedric asked in that sincere caring tone that was much different from the one he was using on Marcus.
"I've been better. What the hell do you think you're doing barging in like that? I was planning on distracting the idiot then sending him and his friends flying acrosst he room," Wood grinned at the thought, dusting himself off now.
"Well, I thought you needed some help. Plus a little stunt like the one you're talking about probably would have gotten you detention for a week," Cedric added.
"Well you thought wrong. Now I'm going outside for some fresh air," Oliver spoke stubbornly, heading for the entrance hall.
"I want to talk to you about something," Diggory began.
"I'm listening," Wood responded.
"First off, congradulations on the win and everything. I saw the game. You guys were great out there..."
"Thanks, I guess," Oliver headed through the larges doors and down a long hall toward the grounds.
"And... I wanted to talk about, what happened..." Cedric began cautiously.
"I'm sure I don't know what you're talking about. Maybe you should explain it to me Diggory," Oliver replied.
"Don't act stupid. Would it kill you to at least talk to me about it?" Cedric asked with a frustrated tone, stopping in his tracks now.
"No," Oliver began, turning to face the Hufflepuff boy now before glancing around to make sure no one was around. "What kills me is watching you with her day after day. You two with your kissy faces and holding hands, and then you decide, hey, I need a little excitement in my life. Why not play with my opponents already fragile mind for a bit?" He roared, followed by an awkward silence between both of them.
"Is that what you think?" Cedric asked, still trying to comprehend all that he was saying.
"Well what the fuck else am I supposed to think Cedric?" He asked, trying to calm down a bit as they approached the lake.
"I guess that's what I've lead you to think. But it isn't how I feel. I can't explain it," Cedric spoke, looking down to the ground.
"Well why don't you give it a try," Oliver responded, still using that cold tone.
"I thought at first that I just wanted to be your friend... everyone I talked to kept saying about what a great quidditch player you were and how you could go on to do great things. I thought maybe if you were so confidant about what you wanted to do with your life, you could help me figure it out as well," Cedric explained. "But then I realized, you're not as confidant as you pretend to be. And I figured we could find ourselves together..."
"You're so full of it. And when, in all of this little story, did you decide that you wanted to kiss me and make me feel like shit watching you do the same thing to another girl?" Oliver asked, kicking a rock into the lake.
"I didn't... I didn't plan on it. You were just there, and everytime I tried to get closer to you, you just pulled away from me, so I did the only thing I knew to do then. It didn't even occur to me that I really had those feelings until that moment," he responded, his voice almost a whisper now.
"Do you love her?" Oliver asked, leaning back against a nearby tree.
"Look, Sarah's my friend. The whole kissing thing was her idea from the start..." Cedric explained, taking a few steps toward Oliver.
"Yeah well, I don't see you pulling away or anything," Wood responded, looking toward the ground.
"Look, you're the only one I want to kiss," Cedric spoke.
Before he could think it over, Oliver reached over and put his hand onto the back of Cedric's head, pulling him in for a deep kiss. His tongue darted out only to be meeted with the other boy as they continued the passionate lip lock until both were out of breathe.
"I don't care if you kiss her," Oliver spoke after a moment, still trying to catch his breathe. "Just don't seem like you enjoy it so much, alright?"
"Done deal," Cedric smiled, leaning his forehead against the older boy's.
He knew he couldn't force Cedric to just be with him, but just the thought still hurt. Besides, as far as he was concerned, they were still just friends. His friend just happened to be quite a good kisser.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
As always, feedback is greately appreciated!
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Like usual, Oliver thought of nothing else but Quidditch the day of the big game against Ravenclaw. After a rather drawn out pep-talk, he lead the team to a victory that not only won them the game, but the Quidditch Cup as well. It was the happiest day of his life, and for that brief moment in time, he thought of nothing else but quidditch and how he had lead his team to victory. It was the best feeling in the world, but then, all good things must come to an end.
After a night of heavy partying in the Gryffindor Common Room, Oliver found himself drifting off to sleep in his bed. Being that his previous dreams had just become a reality that day, his mind was left to wander for something else to focus on. Instead he found himself in a place that he couldn't quite make out the location of. Standing there infront of him was none other than the boy he had almost had a moment with. Lips were suddenly against his own again, and he realized the bronzed figure of Cedric Diggory was in nothing but a pair of boxers with little snitches across the front.
After a moment, the dream projection of Cedric pushed him back onto a bed that had seemed to appear out of thin air. Before he knew what was happening, the Hufflepuff seeker was ontop of him, tracing kisses across every inch of flesh he could find on Oliver's body. Just as those full lips were about to move over Oliver's raging length, the Dream Cedric suddenly moved off the bed and waved to Oliver before flying off into the sky on a Firebolt.
Before he could even begin to complain at the sudden loss of attention, someone was shaking him awake.
"Come on Oliver. You've been sleeping in for the good part of the day now," spoke a familiar voice of whom Wood reconized at once.
"Percy, don't you have some important Head Boy duty to attend to?" Oliver asked with a small moan, bringing a pillow up infront of his face. Now was the hard part. Having to admit that what he saw was just a dream, and whether or not it was what he really wanted or just a silly half-hearted fantasy.
"Making sure students don't waste their days sleeping qualifies as said duties," Percy sighed, raising a brow at the rather large tenting of Wood's boxers. "Eh, must've been a good dream."
"...Wha?" Not completely sure how Percy knew he had been dreaming, Oliver slowly sat up and rubbed his eyes, looking to where the Weasley had been starring. In embarrassment, he reached for the pillow and put it over the area as his face glowed red. Percy just rolled his eyes and was soon off down the staircase.
With a sigh, Wood reached over and oppened up his chest to pull out his clothes for the day. Standing infront of a mirror in the center of the room, he slowly began to undress and just stand there for a minute. The obvious erection didn't appear to be going away anytime soon, but it was going to have to. Slipping into the a t-shirt with the Gryffindor logo on it and a pair of loose fitting jeans, Oliver grabbed a book and held it with both hands infront of his groin as he walked down to the common room.
The Weasley twins were the first to intercept him as he headed toward the exit, rambling on about their victory as if it had just happened. Oliver did his best to contribute to the conversation until George suddenly reached for the book in his hand to read the cover. Of course this prompted Fred to chuckle at what was under the book.
"Hey look George, Wood's got a woody," they both suddenly started chuckling in unison. Oliver simply took the book back and headed out into the hall, praying that it would die down soon.
"Sorry Oliver. I mean we all get them. Who were you thinkin about?" Fred asked curiously.
"I bet it was that seeker on the Ravenclaw team. She's a piece of work," George commented before giving Oliver a chance to respond.
"Will you two please shut up about it?" He pleaded, not wanting anyone to hear as they continued through the halls.
"Fine fine. Well, we have to be off. We're testing out a new prototype on a few unsuspecting first years," Fred spoke for the both of them, suddenly walking off with his brother away from the embarassed Oliver Wood.
Walking down to the Great Hall, the tired Gryffindor found a seat and put his head down on the table with a yawn. There were no classes that day and they'd stopped serving breakfast apparently. Oh well, he wasn't particularly hungry anyway. Fortunately that little, or should I say big, problem had indeed died down, but he was still in deep thought as he analyzed both the dream and the kiss.
Tilting his head to the side, Oliver looked out across the tables again for something of interest. As if having a moment of Dejavu, Wood watched as the fairly pretty Hufflepuff girl walked over and planted a small kiss onto Cedric's lips. Wood couldn't comprehend how Cedric could kiss her and him as if they were the same person. It just didn't make a whole lot of sense to him. Then again, not a whole lot did outside of quidditch.
Putting his head back down, the Gryffindor just tried to focus on that feeling from the previous day. There was no Cedric Diggory or school work, it was just him standing there holding the Quidditch cup with his team around him. It was the happiest memory he had now.
"I suppose you feel extremely proud of yourself now, eh Wood?" spoke a cold shrill voice from behind him. "If it weren't for that new little toy your seeker got, you wouldn't have standed a chance." Marcus Flint scowled as a few other Slytherins chuckled behind himself.
"I find it funny, Flint," Oliver lifted his head slightly and looked back toward Marcus, "that you're team all had the best brooms in the game last year, and you still managed to lose to us."
"Why you little piece of scum..." Flint began, taking ahold of Oliver and throwing him to the floor. Holding his wand out, he was just about to mutter something when a wand pointing straight at his head caught his attention.
"Back off Flint," Cedric spoke firmly, not budging from his position. "Or I'll make that face of yours even uglier. If such a feet is possible."
By this point in time, the two stooges behind Flint both had their wands out and pointed at Cedric, but Marcus dismissed them and walked off scowling. Cedric wasn't known for making false threats. All this time, Oliver just watched with a glare, finally pulling himself to his feet without the help of the outstretched hand from Diggory.
"Are you ok?" Cedric asked in that sincere caring tone that was much different from the one he was using on Marcus.
"I've been better. What the hell do you think you're doing barging in like that? I was planning on distracting the idiot then sending him and his friends flying acrosst he room," Wood grinned at the thought, dusting himself off now.
"Well, I thought you needed some help. Plus a little stunt like the one you're talking about probably would have gotten you detention for a week," Cedric added.
"Well you thought wrong. Now I'm going outside for some fresh air," Oliver spoke stubbornly, heading for the entrance hall.
"I want to talk to you about something," Diggory began.
"I'm listening," Wood responded.
"First off, congradulations on the win and everything. I saw the game. You guys were great out there..."
"Thanks, I guess," Oliver headed through the larges doors and down a long hall toward the grounds.
"And... I wanted to talk about, what happened..." Cedric began cautiously.
"I'm sure I don't know what you're talking about. Maybe you should explain it to me Diggory," Oliver replied.
"Don't act stupid. Would it kill you to at least talk to me about it?" Cedric asked with a frustrated tone, stopping in his tracks now.
"No," Oliver began, turning to face the Hufflepuff boy now before glancing around to make sure no one was around. "What kills me is watching you with her day after day. You two with your kissy faces and holding hands, and then you decide, hey, I need a little excitement in my life. Why not play with my opponents already fragile mind for a bit?" He roared, followed by an awkward silence between both of them.
"Is that what you think?" Cedric asked, still trying to comprehend all that he was saying.
"Well what the fuck else am I supposed to think Cedric?" He asked, trying to calm down a bit as they approached the lake.
"I guess that's what I've lead you to think. But it isn't how I feel. I can't explain it," Cedric spoke, looking down to the ground.
"Well why don't you give it a try," Oliver responded, still using that cold tone.
"I thought at first that I just wanted to be your friend... everyone I talked to kept saying about what a great quidditch player you were and how you could go on to do great things. I thought maybe if you were so confidant about what you wanted to do with your life, you could help me figure it out as well," Cedric explained. "But then I realized, you're not as confidant as you pretend to be. And I figured we could find ourselves together..."
"You're so full of it. And when, in all of this little story, did you decide that you wanted to kiss me and make me feel like shit watching you do the same thing to another girl?" Oliver asked, kicking a rock into the lake.
"I didn't... I didn't plan on it. You were just there, and everytime I tried to get closer to you, you just pulled away from me, so I did the only thing I knew to do then. It didn't even occur to me that I really had those feelings until that moment," he responded, his voice almost a whisper now.
"Do you love her?" Oliver asked, leaning back against a nearby tree.
"Look, Sarah's my friend. The whole kissing thing was her idea from the start..." Cedric explained, taking a few steps toward Oliver.
"Yeah well, I don't see you pulling away or anything," Wood responded, looking toward the ground.
"Look, you're the only one I want to kiss," Cedric spoke.
Before he could think it over, Oliver reached over and put his hand onto the back of Cedric's head, pulling him in for a deep kiss. His tongue darted out only to be meeted with the other boy as they continued the passionate lip lock until both were out of breathe.
"I don't care if you kiss her," Oliver spoke after a moment, still trying to catch his breathe. "Just don't seem like you enjoy it so much, alright?"
"Done deal," Cedric smiled, leaning his forehead against the older boy's.
He knew he couldn't force Cedric to just be with him, but just the thought still hurt. Besides, as far as he was concerned, they were still just friends. His friend just happened to be quite a good kisser.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
As always, feedback is greately appreciated!