Oliver almost fell off the broom. Harry stopped groping Oliver. The picture they saw was very disturbing. And they knew it wasn't their imagination so they knew they had to get away. It was a disturbing picture. Even more so than Hagrid making out with one of his pets. This image would haunt them. Never had the two seen something so horrible. It explained a lot though. Things made no sense and lots of sense at the same time. Why did the two have to see this? Oliver would have rather marry Flint or sleep with McGonagall than picture what they saw. Harry was willing to give up his invisibility cloak. The picture was creepy. And the two people were not exactly in the best shape.
Neither was incredibly attractive. There was a Slytherin with a Gryffindor. Two males. The two no one could imagine were together. But things were beginning to make more sense. McGonagall slid a few comments as did Flitwick and Sprout. Someone was still around for a reason. And it wasn't for their innocence or lack therefore of. It was for personal reasons.
It was creepy. Harry was ready to turn around, but Oliver knew he owed Harry something, especially after what they saw. The two made a sharp turn away from the pitch. Ten seconds were ten seconds too long.
"Wood, do you want to head for the changing rooms?" Harry pleaded.
"No. No especially after my apparent 'fetish.' I have something else special planned. And its teacher approved!" Oliver said while applying his thickest brogue.
"I still… I still don't get it!" Harry exclaimed.
"Me either. Why would the old coot keep him? He is supposed to be the greatest wizard since Merlin, but nothing makes sense." Oliver asked.