Disclaimer: I do not own anything. I am making no money.

I do not own

Am making no money

This is slash AKA man on man action

Time melts away quickly when you are young. Life will slip away quietly, and without telling you. It was in such a way that the term passed away for Hogwarts school. The chatter of "hellos" turned into "goodbyes" and Christmas descended upon the wizarding world in the same way it does in the muggle world: with lots of bright lights and over priced presents.

As was the norm, the great hall was decorated in a lavish fashion, that had it been in a smaller room it would have been rather tacky. The population of the school, now was 3 Ravenclaws, 2 Hufflepuffs ,7 Slytherins and 9 Griffindors as well as the staff. Among this merry group was the Golden Trio, Oliver Wood, 4 first years and Percy Weasley.

"Why did you want to stay behind Perce?" Hermione inquired politely, while holding Ron's hand under the table.

"As head boy I felt it was my duty to stay and make sure everything was just so," the red-head replied, nose in the air and an aura of smugness about him.

"OH Percy! Thank you for your noble sacrifice!" gushed Oliver, while mock bowing to the freckled lad. Ron smirked.

"Yeah right. The reason you do not want to go home is that Fred and George are still pissed off at you for dobbing them in when they turned Snape's nose blue," Ron put forward.

Percy turned red and muttered something about homework before gathering his things and leaving.

"Well I had better be going too," announced Oliver, getting his things.

"Where are you buggering of too?" asked Ron around a mouthful of bread.

"Got tutoring. See ya!"

And with that the tall jock turned and left the hall.

"Can you believe he has still got to have Malfoy tutor him. Poor sod. He must have been really bad in a past life to have to deal with that," stated Ron before reaching for the fairy cakes.

"What ever helps him pass. That is the important thing Ron. Through mind you…Malfoy. It must be like being between a greasy rock and a pale blond hard place." Hermione said , trying to bring logic into the conversation.

Harry said nothing.

When ever the topic of Oliver's tutor came up, he was always quite. Harry never knew what he though about the whole thing. On one hand, it never seemed to bother Oliver, and he seemed to be learning everything, on the other hand, it was Malfoy. And somehow, that did not seem like a proper excuse.

"Well we had better follow Percy's and Oliver's example and get some homework done," Hermione declared.

"What! We have all we-" started Ron.

"The sooner we start the soon we can disregard it. Come on." Hermione finished , before dragging the two boys to the library.

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"I am never going to get this!" moaned Oliver , raking his hands through his sandy locks.

"You say that every time! Now look ,drama queen, I really am not in the mood for your amateur dramatics so can we either get on with this or forget it!" raved Draco, crossing his arms over his chest and looking coldly at Oliver.

The jock looked at the blond boy with a "huh" expression.

Just as this look emerged, Draco closed the book and began to leave, only to be jerked into his seat again a tanned hand on his slender arm.

"What's wrong with you! God, you haven't acted this vile to me since the first session we had," the Griffindor hurriedly whispered.

"Look, I am just not in the best of moods today. And I do not need you prattling about wasting my time ok. Now do we do this or not?" the Slytherin reported.

When not another word was muttered, the blond reached for the text book again and open it to the correct page. He was just about to start the lesson over again when a calm tentative voice asked;

"Do you want to talk about it?"

Draco looked at him. In the many hours the two had be in the libery together, nothing was said on personal lives, thoughts, and feelings. It was all either , potions, neutral territory , or gentle teasing and insults. Still, outside of these sessions nothing let on they got on quite well in private. Still, a Griffindor.

"Talk about what Wood" came the sarcastic retort.

"And its back to Wood now! Look, I am just offering you a chance to rant and rave to a sympathetic ear. And you know I would not tell anyone what you said. Still what could I expect from a Slytherin?" Oliver said, tight-lipped.

Draco sighed inward. He did want to tell Oliver. Somewhere over the course of the term, the team captain had stopped just being a Griffindor and had become someone who Draco grudgingly liked. The boy was sensible, with a good sense of humour. He was someone who did what he wanted to do, not what others wanted him to do. Draco respected him. Of course , if you ever asked Draco about any of this, he would deny it radically before threatening you with death by spoon.

Heaving one more sigh Draco asked, "Just between us?"

Oliver nodded.

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About this time, Harry and co arrived at the library. Looking around for an empty table (which was not hard considering no one else was in the library apart from Oliver and Malfoy) they headed to the nearest one.

"Right, lets do DADA first," decided Hermione, "Harry you go and get the reference books, I'll look through my notes and Ron…go get some paper."

Job assigned they all got to it. Harry set off to the proper section and began to search the books. After an intense search, he finally located the book needed and he heaved it off the shelf. Through the 4 inch gap the book left Harry saw two figures. One was a slender blond, the other a tall muscular dark haired lad. Harry took no time in identifying the two as Draco Malfoy and Oliver Wood.

There heads were bent close together and Malfoy was whispering rapidly. There arms were touching and Oliver looked…odd. Sympathetic and strangely interested. Harry suddenly was experiencing an overwhelming pang of…hatred? Jealously? Anger? He was feeling something. And he did not like it.

He was just about to move away scowling, when Oliver raised his arm and placed it around the blond boy , putting them both in an awkward hug.

Harry gripped the book so hard he teared the spine. His body was so tense it was shaking. And he was feeling so much anger for Oliver that he wanted to deck the boy. In all the times he had been on school, no one had ever touch the Slytherin prince. Ever. Not at all. WHY SHOULD WOOD BE ABLE TOO!!!

Taking deep breaths Harry stiffly walked away trying to sort out his thoughts in a more rational order.

It never worked.

2 hours , 4 lectures from Hermione about applying oneself and thinking logically , and the boy still was feeling annoyed with Oliver. For what he did not know.

But when he looked over to his left, and saw the two walking out of the library he thought they were standing way to close to one another. They were still talking, and Harry felt those intense feelings well up inside him again. Focusing his gaze away, his once again sat, and seethed in silence.

He would talk to Oliver tomorrow.

About what he would decide later.

A/N

I apologise for the suckyness of this chapter.

Hopefully the ext will be better

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