The two looked toward the moon and back at each other. There the two fell asleep in each other's arms. Neither noticed two tabby cats watching them from a tree from behind.
Snape was the headmaster's boy toy. That was something disgusting and confusing for the two. Harry still wondered why McGonagall was helping. Oliver awoke to approaching footsteps. Oliver blew out the candles and threw them along with the blanket in the basket. After shrinking the basket and throwing it into his pocket, Oliver picked up Harry and activated the portkey. All the meanwhile Harry was blissfully unaware someone was after them.
The two arrived in McGonagall's unlit office. There was no Gryffindor head in sight. So Oliver transfigured one of the armchairs into a queen sized bed for the two complete with maroon silk sheets and a golden down comforter. Oliver placed Harry gently on it before climbing in himself.
The two had got nothing done. And Harry's first practice would be tomorrow (well today).
'At least Potter feels safe in my arms' Oliver thought before drifting off to sleep.
The two dreamed about each other and spending their lives together. Both imagined being on the same quidditch team and winning tournament after tournament. They imagined growing old together (but with their good looks still in intact). They would always be together. Or so they thought…