A candlelit picnic by the lake. And McGonagall was waiting for the two. McGonagall was waiting with an unusually warm face and voice.
"You two, this is not to be spoken of. You both know you are two of my favorite students so do not abuse this. I trust the two of you, but it is not exactly for Potter here to be out in the open at night. Filius has charmed this spot with a Confundus and an invisibility spell to prevent others from finding you. Be back in the Hall before breakfast. And do win this year or this will never happen again" the last part was filled with laughter.
The two looked into each other's eyes and say confusion.
"That snitch there is a portkey that will bring you to my office." And with that McGonagall disappeared into the darkness of the night
"What's a portkey?" Harry asked.
"An item that you touch to go somewhere else" Oliver replied before beginning to dig in. Neither one of them had had a decent meal in a few days nor were they going to tonight. The two fed each other everything from cake to pasta to carrot sticks.
The two fed each other with Harry's head in Oliver's lap.
"Wood will you watch what you are packing in there. You could poke an eye out" Harry joked.
"Is that all you can think of?" Oliver replied bitterly.
"No. And you have some cake on your face" Harry said before licking Oliver's face.
It was so erotic. It turned Oliver (and Harry) on so much. A cleaning spell later, everything but the candles was in the wicker basket. The two had the picnic blanket to themselves. Harry had to stop the grinding (well dry humping). Harry knew he was going to come soon. This was too intense for him. This would be the prize after the match. Harry licked Oliver's face one more time. Then the two went back to just snogging away on the red picnic blanket.