"This must be a dream. Why would you choose me? I am just an ugly gay keeper. No one thinks I am anything but a quidditch freak, why would the Boy Who Lived choose me? Why would anyone want me?" Oliver began before breaking down again.

"Why wouldn't I choose an attractive person such as yourself?" Harry asked seductively.

"I am not attractive. How many times do I have to tell you that? No one has ever liked me, why you? I haven't had a girlfriend or boyfriend up to now, and I am a fifth year. This is sad. Even Percy has had more flings than I have. Even Flint. Flint with his troll like appearance and horrible teeth has been caught making out with girls and guys by professors many a time since his first year…" Oliver was about to go on, but was stopped by,

The two remained silent as the walked through the Common Room. The Fat Lady gave us a wink as we passed through. Harry followed Oliver into his room and closed the door. Oliver jumped onto his bed and Harry followed. It was empty and Percy wouldn't be back for hours. And then their conversation began again…

"Are you really that thick? If you don't think you deserve me, maybe I should leave, but would be the point of that when we are alone on your bed, with no more classes for the rest of the day. And Percy is gone to do his rounds until eleven. That leaves use with four hours…" Harry said mischievously.

"…" No response came from Oliver. Oliver just broke down in tears. Whether from joy or sorrow, Harry was unsure.

"Are all Scots like this? Or is it just you. I thought Scots were manly men. And here I am confessing my love for you, and you still don't believe me and are currently crying your eyes out" Harry said is a meaner voice.

"I am not pathetic" Oliver retorted.

"Now that's the Oliver that I want to get to know…a lowly first year shouldn't be in control of a very sexy fifth year. Sexy. Very sexy Scot" Harry said while flirting.

"You little sex kitten. I really didn't think you had it in you. Why did you choose me? Katie is smart and pretty. Diggory is good looking and popular. I am just a quidditch player" Oliver went on drowning in self-denial.

"You are a mighty sexy jock. You do know that turns me on. Ripped chests, strong biceps. Jocks are so sexy. And now you have to give me some SPECIAL one on one training" Harry went on before blowing in Oliver's ear.

"You are not so bad looking yourself. Mighty fine for a first year. Won't your friends be looking for you? And don't worry. You will have to work HARD and LONG," Oliver asked with a confused face.

"No. Snape gave the rest of the guys detention. The girls and myself were the only ones that escaped. And they will probably think we're practicing anyway" Harry went on.

"You lucky little bugger. Why again did you choose me? Besides me being the sexiest guy you have ever laid your eyes on?" Oliver asked.

"First because you are a Gryffindor. Next because you are older. Third you don't treat me like everyone else. To you I am just the object of your affection, not just the Boy Who Lived. Fourth you are a VERY sex GUY. Fifth you are a jock. Sixth you are just so damn sexy…oh wait I already said that…"