Chapter: Game Resume-Oliver
Who does Draco think he is my mother? Well that can't be cause she's dead and I never knew her anyway. I can love whoever I want. He'll just have to get himself another mate.
but you heard him. He will kill Oliver. You know he can and will.
Shutup! I will protect him with my life. He will not die because of me.
"Good morning kitten," Oliver sang picking Harry up and turning him round in the air.
"Eeek! What're you doing? Want me to pole my eye out or something," Harry complained brandishing his coal eyeliner at him.
"Ya know you don't have to wear that stuff Harry. I like you just the way you are," Oliver said.
"I know Oliver I just like wearing it that's all," Harry replied turning to place a chaste kiss on Oliver's lips.
"Now go wait for me downstairs while I finish this Kay," Harry said.
"All right but don't take too long."
"Don't worry I won't.
Breakfast Great hall
This morning Vampire Draconius Malfoy was warily watching the doors to the great hall. Hope Harry got the message. Not only do I not like that fact that he's with Oliver I just plain don't trust him. Soon Oliver wood came walking into the great hall alone. Good. Draco's relief was short lived as Harry soon came in afterwards. I will break him so… Draco's thought process was soon broken by the arrival of the owl mail. One of them was for him and it looked fairly important.
"Dear Mr. Malfoy please meet me in my office after breakfast. The password is Snickers. Albus Dumbledor.
"Great just what I needed to make my day". Draco grumbled.
Gryffindor Table
"G'morning Oliver," Harry greeted sitting down at the table.
"Nice of you to join us," Oliver replied slinging his arm round Harry's waist.
"Ah! C'mon Ollie. I didn't take that long.," Harry replied.
"All right then kitten." Oliver said.
"Not in public," Harry hissed.
"You said Ollie,"
"It's not some kind of defenseless baby animal or something," Harry answered.
"I don't find you defenseless I find you cute like a kitten," Oliver teased.
"Cute? Okay mister that's it I'm…," Harry faded off as Oliver tactfully halted his rantings with a kiss.
"You were saying," Oliver murmured.
"No fair," Harry mewled.
"Just like a kitten," Oliver whispered.
"Oooh, If I didn't love you," Harry whispered.
"Guess that makes me luck then huh," Oliver answered.
"Oh yeah sure, I'd better be off to potions . I don't want to give Snape another reason to take points from Gryffindor," Harry replied.
"good plan. See you at the quidditch pitch this afternoon," asked Wood.
"Count on it," Harry answered.
Advanced Potions
"All right class we will take an entire month aside for this potion. You will be working in pairs previously chosen by myself and there will be no switching is that clear Mr. Potter," Snape lectured shooting a hateful glare at his least favorite pupil.
"Understood Professor Snape," Harry growled.
"Good. The pairs are as follows: Pansy, Hermione; Neville, Crabbe; Harry, Draco; Ron, Goyle; and so the list went.
Man why do I have to be with Malfoy. It totally sucks.
Good now I'll get to speak with him. "Potter,"
"Malfoy,"
"Look Harry I need to talk to you," Draco said.
"Oh, what are you gonna say now? Decided to destroy Ron for touching me," Harry spat cynically.
"No, I had a chat with Dumbledor today and.. ,"Draco started.
"And what," Harry prompted.
"If you truly love Oliver then…then you can have him.," Draco whispered a feeling akin to a knife, twisting in his gut. Perhaps later after the year was over he would seek the sun.
"What? Thanks Malfoy," Harry replied.
"Anything for your happiness Harry, anything," Draco sighed gathering his things and slowly walking from the room.
Gryffindor Boy's Dormitories
Harry sighed. This potions homework was hell. Man my back is sore. Harry thought wearily. "Hello kitten," Oliver greeted blowing into the room. Stiffening at the nickname Harry replied.
"'ello Ollie,"
"Aww, don't be like that. There's no one around.," Oliver said.
"Yeah well I still don't like being referred to as a defenseless baby animal." Harry whined.
"I already told ya kittens are not defenseless now turn over on your back for me," Oliver requested. Thinking nothing of his simple request.
Flashback
"On the bed whore!" Vernon bellowed.
End Flashback
Harry involuntarily shivered at the memory.
"What's the matter love? Cold," Oliver asked concerned.
"Oh, no,no its n..nothing," Harry stammered.
"All right," Oliver commented gently kneading the skin along Harry's neck line.
"MMmmmhhha, that's nice," Harry breathed relaxing under Oliver's expert ministrations.
"Glad you liked it. Looked like you needed one," Oliver replied pleased.
"Actually I've never had one before," Harry answered.
"Well then I'm happy to give you your first one then.," Oliver smiled.
Soon Harry fell into a light slumber.
Looks like my cue to leave. Oliver thought quietly making his way to the door.
"No please, don't go stay," Harry implored. Elated Oliver climbed into the bed alongside him and Harry snuggled into his overly abundant body heat.
"Thanks," he mumbled.
"Anything for you love," Oliver sighed.
Anything for your happiness Harry, anything
Oliver may be no Draco Malfoy, but he keeps the nightmares away most of the time. Harry's last thought before he lost consciousness.
Later that Evening
When Harry awoke he found himself alone in the dorm room.
Hmm, Oliver must have decided to leave. Harry thought. Suddenly Hedwig flew in through the window.
"Hello Hedwig whatcha got for me today," Harry cooed untying the rolled slip of paper from the proffered leg.
"Dearest Harry meet me on the quidditch pitch tonight. I have a surprise for you. Forever yours Oliver Wood"
Hmm ,. Better start getting ready or I'll be late Harry considered walking into the bathroom.
Quidditch Pitch
Upon arrival Harry found the quidditch pitch dark except for one solitary candle lit at it's center. There beside it faintly illuminated in the weak light stood Oliver. Walking closer he found that his eyes were unfocused almost as if her were under…
"The imperious curse? Yes Harry he was so very easy to manipulate," someone spoke through Oliver.
"Who are you? What do you want," Harry questioned.
"Who I am is irrelevant, though I suppose I could tell you exactly what it is I'm after," the being controlling Oliver hissed.
"And what is that," Harry asked slowly backing away.
"Simple, Harry James Potter. I want your innocence,"
