Out went Oliver to see his team. It took him most of practice to notice Harry wasn't there. Oliver looked crestfallen, and didn't have the same motivation and passion. The practice began with,
"Looks like the fairy decided to show up after all" Katie said.
"Where's your boy toy" Alicia chimed in.
"I think we need a new Captain and keeper. I don't want to be raped in the changing rooms!" George Weasley added.
"Come off your high horse. You didn't have any problems with Charlie and that Hufflepuff bloke. And anyway Oliver never takes showers with us. He is always on the field with Angelina or Hooch when we take our showers" Fred spat.
"Why don't we just play" Angelina contributed before mounting her broom.
Wood was quiet. He gave no speech. No new plays. He didn't tell anyone off. He was just there unfocused and reserved. Everyone was starting to get concerned, even Katie. They would never win at this rate.
After half an hour Oliver just left and Angelina took over with a "take a break, we'll be fine" glare. Oliver walked into the changing rooms and found a sleeping Harry in his office. Sprawled out on his desk
Oliver picked up the first year and preceded to their room. Oliver had it all to himself now since the Head dorms were reopened. So Harry was carried bridal style all the way up through the school and Gryffindor tower much to the surprise of many.
Tomorrow would be Harry's first lesson. He was concerned. Would he ever be the same/ If anything happened to Harry he would never let himself live it down. And would they get anything done? With their constant horniness it was hard for them to get anything done. Harry still lived with the other first years, but more commonly went to Oliver's room in the middle of the night after a nightmare or feeling lonely. McGonagall would never approve of the two of them in one room let alone bed. Or so they thought
Oliver gently placed Harry on to the bed.