Harry slowly brought his head down, turned Oliver's head, wiped his tears, and kissed him for what seemed like eternity. Not anything special, but a simple kiss. Sugary sweet and as pure and innocent as snow.
Harry continued to have that warm fuzzy feeling and started to blush. And he was getting a bit excited. He was on Oliver's bed with a half naked hottie. Wow… 'I must be gay, but who cares when I am with someone like Oliver' Harry thought. They weren't even a couple, but Harry knew they would be.
Before Oliver could say anything. Harry bolted out of the room, leaving Oliver speechless.
L.o.V.e. L.o.V.e. L.o.V.e. L.o.V.e. L.o.V.e. L.o.V.e. L.o.V.e. L.o.V.e. L.o.V.e. L.o.V.e. L.o.V.e. L.o.V.e. L.o.V.e. L.o.V.e. L.o.V.e. L.o.V.e. L.o.V.e. L.o.V.e.
Harry was going to be late. He had his flight lessons in a few minutes. He dropped his things off in his dorm before running down to meet the Slytherins and the rest of the Gryffindor first years.
We learned the basics without actually flying for that long. Neville took off too quickly and landed facedown on the ground with a great WHAM. Neville broke his wrist and Madam Hooch rushed him off to the Hospital Wing. But not before threatening them al not to use the brooms while she was gone.
What was she thinking? Leaving first years unattended with brooms.
Malfoy went on and on insulting Neville before hoping on to a broomstick with Neville's Remembrall. Harry didn't care. He would make sure he got it back. Malfoy was just asking for it.
Malfoy threw it and Harry made an awesome dive. It was amazing. He never felt so alive. He felt so comfortable in the air; it was like second nature to him.
"HARRY POTTER!"
McGonagall was furious. "What were you thinking? You could have broken your neck!"
"I was just trying…"
"No ifs ands or buts." McGonagall continued.
Ron and Padma tried to defend Harry, but it was useless. McGonagall didn't seem to care. She just saw Harry disobeying the rules.
He just knew what was going to happen. He was getting expelled. Less than two weeks away, and he would be stuck with the Dursleys again. But instead of heading to Dumbledore's office, she stopped at a classroom.
She asked Professor Flitwick to borrow Wood for a moment.
Was wood a can? Was he going to get beaten?
And out came a confused looking burly fifth year. And then it hit Harry.
"It was Oliver. Why hadn't I connected it before? Wood is Gryffindor's captain. I'm not getting beaten, but why was Wood needed?
Harry tried looking to Oliver for comfort, but he avoided all eye contact. I guess Oliver never got over everything.
"Potter this is Wood. Wood—I've found you a Seeker."
"I already know him, but ARE you serious, Professor?"
They continued going about this for about ten minutes.
'And then he walked around me and said I was the right build. I think he was checking me out too!" Harry thought.
McGonagall went off saying that she would get Dumbledore to bend the first year rule. And how Harry should work hard or she would think about punishments. McGonagall dismissed the two, and they both walked out of her office silently. The walk back to Gryffindor Tower was just as uneventful…
"Oliver, I love you" Harry blurted.
"What?" Oliver asked.
"Oliver, I know we are going to have to work together on the team, so we need to get over all of this stuff before we being the training. I love you."