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For the first time since Harry could recall, he was up and the crack of dawn. He whizzed through a shower, agonised over what to wear, and tried in vain to whip his hair in to something that resembled an order. By 7:30 he'd given up and uncounted his first problem of the day: What was he going to do now?
Harry gave a sigh , and took in his reflection once more. He had on tight, worn jeans that hugged all the right places, a black button up shirt that match his hair, which was wild and windswept. His eyes were vivid as ever, and contrasted with his tanned skin. His scar was hidden behind a lock of raven hair.
He did not scrub up too bad.
But what to do now?
He knew that Draco liked him. He knew that he had feelings for Draco.
But what should he do ? Should he get alone and talk? Just kiss him ? Tease? Flirt? Beg? What if he was wrong about Draco's feelings? Where was he today anyway? Maybe if he just found him and took it from there… But where would he be? Too many questions.
Suddenly, a lighted candle appeared above his head! (metaphorically speaking)
Ask Wood!
Quickly turning on his heel and stalking out of the room, he made his way to the older boys room.
He quickly rapped on the door, and waited for the all clear. He heard heated whispers and the rustling of bed sheets and clothes. Before he had time to knock again, the door was opened by a dishevelled look Oliver. Harry's eyes widened as he took in the scene before him.
Oliver was flushed, his lips swollen, and he was only wearing a pair of jeans, not done up. His hair was mussed up and he seemed to have nail marks on his shoulders and chest. Looking past Oliver, and into the room, Harry saw that only Percy's bed was made, while Oliver's looked like a whirlwind had spent the night in it. However, perched on one side , with his back to Harry was the other boy, hastily doing up his shirt, but Harry clearly caught site of a love bite decorating the red-heads neck. Robes, underwear, and another shirt lay tossed about the room.
Harry was startled out of his study of the room by Oliver saying,
"Can we help you at all Harry. You see we were kinda busy and-"
"Oliver!" shrieked Percy Weasley, twirling around and looking positively outranged.
Oliver Was unfazed. He had been waiting years and now that he had Percy Weasley, he was not about to let go. Last night he was too drunk too fully take advantage of the situation, save for a few drunken kisses and a quick grope so this morning he was going to do what he had wanted to do for years. In front of Harry if the situation called for it.
"Sorry if I , er…interrupted anything. Oliver, do you know where Draco would be?" Harry asked, averting his eyes to the corridor.
At the mention of the blonds first name, Oliver smiled and understood.
"I should be meeting him in the library at 8:00 for a quick summery of this terms lessons. Since I will hopefully be busy with more interesting things-"
"Oliver!"
"You could see him then! Tell him I am sorry. He will be where we normally sit. Its towards the back in-between-"
"I know where it is. Thanks! I er…wont disturb you again. Bye!"
And with that the door was slammed in the golden boys face and Harry was left alone in the corridor.
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"I can not believe you did that! What must the poor boy think?" complained an irate Percy Weasley, after the door was rudely slammed shut.
Oliver merely smiled, prowled his way to the other boy, and pulled him flush against his body earning a "meep" from the other boy. From instinct, Percy brought both his hands flat against the team captains chest, and allowed his nimble fingers to trace pattern on the well defined muscles.
"I don't really care what Harry thinks," stated Oliver, as he trailed kisses along the column of Percy's neck. " Now I think we can get back to business."
With these words, the brown haired boy, back them both towards the bed, never taking his lips from Percy's skin. When they both fell on the bed, Oliver on top, the Quidditch player grinned, and crushed the others lips beneath his own, coaxing them open, tasting him, nibbling on those bruised lips, before turning his attention back to the silky column of his throat causing spindling fingers to twist in his hair, ghost down his back , before resting and gripping his shoulders.
And with that, the sound of a shirt ripping, and another shriek of "Oliver!" echoed along the corridor.
A/N
1 more chapter to go! And this time some Draco/Harry action
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