Oliver stood awestruck. His mouth dropped and felt his heart shatter into a million pieces. He left quickly, right as Harry saw him. Harry turned for something shattered on the ground, something Oliver lost his grip on. Cedric had a very Slytherin smirk on his face. It was then that Harry made up his mind.
Harry ran up through the portrait, and up the stairs to Oliver's dorm. Harry heard sobs and knocked on the door, but to no avail. He turned the knob and the door opened. Inside there were five beds, only two were occupied. One was littered with books, the other with Puddlemere posters and playbooks and Gryffindor flags.
Harry then snuck up on a half naked Oliver.
"Why would he want me, a quidditch nut?" Oliver sobbed into his pillow.
Harry didn't like seeing the object of his affection in such a state.
"He can have anyone he wants. He probably doesn't even like guys. So Katie'll get him, but that's better than that pretty boy Diggory. He can see right through him, but no one else can. I hope Harry can because I don't want his heart to be broken," Oliver continued gripping his pillow tighter.
"Oliver?" Harry asked. No response.
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"Oliver?"
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Harry did not like Oliver this. Oliver was what everything Harry hoped he could become. Good looking, brave, and popular. And at this very moment Oliver was none of the three. It was very unbecoming for a fifth year Gryffindor keeper and captain to behaving in this manner, but he was head over heals for one Harry Potter.
Harry blushed. He couldn't believe someone cared for him so much. Katie was nice and all, but she was too much like a sister. He barely knew her, but he knew they could never be anything more than friends.
Cedric was nice and all, but what Oliver said hit close to mind. Cedric was a pretty boy that was used to getting his way. He was a manipulative bastard that would drop him once he found someone better.
Oliver was not like the other two. He didn't come on to Harry. He gave Harry his space. Oliver treated Harry like a normal person. Oliver cried for him. Oliver had got him something, after barely saying a few words. Harry just knew Oliver's intentions were true. Oliver was crying over Harry and was oblivious that he was on his bed with him. If anyone could be that oblivious, and that set on crying out his or her heart over him, Oliver would be his. Oliver had a heart of gold.
Harry got that warm fuzzy feeling when he thought of Oliver. Just then Harry did the only thing he could do…