I awoke, still in Oliver's embrace, to McGonagall, Sprout, and Dumbledore staring right at as. I gently nudged Oliver before sitting up.
"I see Mr. Wood is awake" Sprout began.
"And Mr. Diggory saw it fit to share the night with him. Oh the joys or young love" McGonagall continued.
"Mr. Diggory I know you didn't mean to harm Mr. Wood, but you must be more careful. The next time you lose your temper take Mr. Wood with you. Poppy says you two will be out two days before the next match," Dumbledore said before walking away.
"Make sure Wood eats. I would hate to see Gryffindor lose!" McGonagall said in her most prim and proper voice.
"I agree. And Wood make sure Diggory eats too!" Sprout added before the two women walked away.
And there we were awake, alone, and horny. Just what two normal teens boys should be. And it was that night we did a little bit of experimenting (but no penetration!). Wood sure has got some wood. We had a lot of time in the Hospital Wing that night. I'm surprised Pomfry didn't walk in on us. We were like to bunnies going at it for hours. It was just what we needed. It was slow and sweet. After he came he jerked me off and I followed. So the two of us, breathing heavily, collapsed into each other's embrace—sweaty and sticky from the sex and being covered in semen. It was still a night to remember. It was the first time I felt complete and loved.
That first year was rocky, but we got through it. Gryffindor won the House Cup, but not the Quidditch Cup. Oliver was disappointed, but it was close and Slytherin won fairly for once. It was a good game and Oliver wasn't too angry. HE never was a gracious lose, but Slytherins playing fair was enough to placate him. Oliver didn't care because he had me. I felt mad, but I knew of plenty ways to help him get over it (hehe).
Wood's a lot smarter than people give him credit for. In my third year Harry Potter came and so did the Sorcerer's Stone. Then came the Chamber of Secrets. I was so scared that year, but Oliver always held me tight and promised to keep me safe.
And then my fifth year everything began to fall apart. Oliver would be leaving. Sirius Black was on the loose and broke into Gryffindor table. That night when everyone was in the Great Hall we were snogging in the Hospital Wing. I "fell" down some stairs and twisted my ankles so I had to stay the night. And since it wasn't safe Oliver was asked to stay the night.