"Dumbledore. Why would he do that? He is smart. That is just stupid!" Harry shouted before grabbing tighter onto Oliver, who was currently losing control of the broom. A strong gale just arrived as the two approached the lake.
"No wonder why he kept that Death Eater" Oliver said with disdain.
"A what?" Harry asked. Harry pulled on Oliver's left ear to make sure he didn't avoid the question.
"That hurt Potter. I'll get you back for that. A Death Eater is a follower of You Know… Voldemort" Oliver stuttered out the last part.
Harry looked confused.
"If you can say it, I will. For I am more manly than you!" Oliver continued.
"Why do I top you then?" Harry joked.
"You… you…." Oliver couldn't respond.
"Why can't we go to the Changing Rooms?" Harry added.
"Its too risky. Kinky, but risky especially with Snape making out with Dumbledore nearby on the pitch. Who knows what could happen next?" Oliver went on before turning around to kiss Harry mid-flight. It was an amazing feeling. Kissing in the air. Quidditch with romance. That's what it was. The best of two worlds.
For Harry, he had his Captain and boyfriend. For Oliver, he had his most valuable player, his seeker, and his boyfriend. The two had each other for support on and off of the pitch.
As they made their descent something caught Harry's eye…