Today was the day.

Harry was beaten by Oliver once again. (Not literally. No S&M here!). No snuggling, spooning, hand jobs, or blow jobs—the morning custom the two had developed. Oliver was proving a point or something. Oliver only broke their routine for something special.

And in walked Oliver with food in hand. There was a tray with all of Harry's favorites: bangers and mash, rashers, black and white pudding, pumpkin juice, scrambled eggs, and some toast with strawberry jam. Oliver brought up an omelet for himself with a few sausages, salsa, and chocolate chip silver dollar pancakes with chocolate syrup, and whipped cream, and orange juice.

"Oh, my prince charming has arrived with the breakfast of gods!"

"You're fecking right!" Oliver replied.

"Yeah—the sex gods!"

"Do you ever think about anything besides sex?"

"Yep, you!" Harry replied.

Oliver was speechless and blushed. The two fed each other for what seemed like an eternity. By the time they were finished they were covered in juice, chocolate, and whipped cream. And going at it again until,

"Lads, we're leaving in 45. Get ready. No funny business. I've laid out robes and such and a few other things for you two in the bathroom. Oliver, clean the sheets with a 'Scourgify' too! I don't have time to clean the evidence of your escapades with Harry!"

And so the two walked into the bathroom, locked the door, and discarded their clothing. The shower was huge and they took advantage of it.

"Wait a sec, I'll set an alarm spell so we don't enjoy ourselves for too long" Oliver said waving his wand towards the clock on a shelf above the toilet.

"Oliver, you are so sexy. Your rock hard abs. Your defined chin. Your deep chocolate eyes. Your tight bubble butt." "Hey!" "And that wood!"

"I know I'm hung like a horse. It's the benefit of good genes. Though I wouldn't' t say you're not too shabby either. You can be my little pony."

"That was mean!"

"I'm sorry love. It's the benefit of being with me. You get to enjoy every last inch. Your eyes always amazed me. From day one I knew you like me."

"How? Was I that obvious?"

"No, except for the tent in your pants. You could have fit a circus in them."

Harry rubbed the soap all over Oliver's chest. And then proceeded to his muscular legs. And then took some of the soap on Oliver's broomstick. It was a rigid ruler in no time. Oliver was about to come when he stopped Harry.

"Let me return the favor."

The two enjoyed the moment. No sex, but they came together (pun intended). They used up the last of the cold water as they came all over the tiled shower walls. The evidence was slowly making its way to the drain. A quick 'Scourgify' and the evidence disappeared.

The two got ready in record time. They were finished with ten minutes to spare. They were all smiles as they made their way into the kitchen.

"Now that you two have relieved yourselves, let's go" Hayden said.

"Stop being so uptight. It's not our fault that Charlie is putting out any" Harry replied.

"Potter, I thought you knew better!" McGonagall added.

Harry ran over to Oliver, but received no sympathy.

And off they went to Gringott's to learn of their fate. They Side Along Apparated to Diagon Alley. Hayden with Oliver, Harry with McGonagall.

And so it ends once again. EvilPlotBunnyAKABella where are you? I feel so bad. Missay, NYDreamer and everyone else thanks for the reviews. It means a lot.

Installment four is ready to be typed. I'll update again later this week. Depending when my AP Envuronmental test is. I know a lot of people wanted me to end with the quidditch match, but you'll just have to wait. There is more fluffiness to come. And the vault thing is going to be hilarious.

Just a few more days...And another prophecy will be revealed. The family trees will being to make sense too also.