Harry followed Oliver into the changing rooms. It was just the two of them. Oliver proceeded to do a strip tease and Harry became putty in his hands.
The shirt. Oliver took it off slowly. Unbuttoning one at a time and d then playing with each one. Harry just wanted to rip them all off! Oliver just continued to rub his chest over and over with his eyes closed as if Harry wasn't there. Harry was getting more and more aroused. This was too much.
The belt. That came off quicker. But not soon enough. It gave Harry many dirty ideas for the two to try out some time.
The pants took forever to come off, for what seemed like hours took only a few minutes. The boxers were all that were between Harry and a very naked Oliver. Harry paid equal attention to Wood's wood and the pattern. There were little broomsticks all over them. Harry chuckled at the thought of wooden images on Wood's boxers hiding Wood's wood. And right when Harry thought he would finally see Wood's wood, Oliver threw on a cup over his boxers.
Oliver was also fairly aroused by his strip tease and then had a hard time putting his cup on. Harry was like a wild animal. He tried to take Oliver in his hands and then his mouth, but Oliver brushed him aside. Harry was disappointed. He longed for Wood's wood.
'I need my energy and motivation can't be too relaxed." Oliver went on, and quickly put his quidditch robes and gear on. Harry just sat there angry. He wanted Oliver, but Oliver was playing hard to get. Just for that, Harry decided to not watch the practice and make Wood suffer.
And then the letter came to his train of thought again.
'G Gryffindor and H. Hufflepuff. It said two male heirs, so that would mean they were males. For if they wanted a male and female heir they wouldn't have needed to say male heirs.' Harry thought to himself. Soon enough he drifted off and dreamed of Oliver and himself in bed together. Enjoying everything that a couple should. If only. Harry lived such a hard life and now the one bit of happiness he has is nor so happy