Disclaimer: see chapter one
Warnings: SLASH, if you don't like it don't read it. Rating is just to be safe.
((AN: Ok, I'm only going to continue this fic if my reviews double. It's ridiculous! I got 360 hits and only TWO reviews! That means all I need is FOUR! At the least.))
I want to thank: Kari-Hermione (your so sweet!) And imakeeper (hope you feel better! Sorry for nagging!) THANKS
Key 'shhhh'-thought (in head)
"Shhhh"-spoken (out loud)
shhhh-spoken in parsltounge (SP?)
Chapter 6
Oliver walked as fast as he could without looking as if he were jogging. He was embarrassed, yes, but he wasn't about to lose his dignity.
'Why am I the one who's leaving the room? It's MY office!'
Oliver was almost to the great hall doors when he heard his office door being slammed.
'Ok, now what is he up to, doesn't he understand that I don't want to talk to him at the moment?'
And within about two seconds Oliver could see Harry running up the hallway. His hair was waving every witch way and all Oliver thought was that the teen should get a hair cut. Not that it might look funny that Harry Potter the boy-who-lived was running as if the world had just ended.
"Oliv- I-I mean Professor Wood! And hello P-P-Professor Snape."
Oliver frowned, and then realized that Harry was speaking to some else behind him. He turned around and saw non other than the famous hook nosed Snape, who just happened to be in a crabby mood.
Snape all but spit out his response. "Potter, why are you addressing a staff member by his fist name?" He walked a bit closer, towering over the 6th year student who was at a loss for words.
All Harry could do was gulp and rack his brain for a reasonable answer. Thankfully Oliver had something up his sleeve in case emergency. He took a long breath and started to explain his interesting and hopefully believable lie.
"Well, you see Sir, I told old Potter here that he could call me by my first name because he was a bit uncomfortable with Professor Wood. You know how we were both on the Gryffindor Quicditch team when I went here. Back then I would have the whole team call me either captain or Sir Boutylushios. As you could guess Potter was one of the ones who choose Sir Boutylushios.(Oliver paused for effect) I felt it safe to have him address me as Oliver."
Snape looked as if he was going to be sick, then again he looked like that a lot of the time. He was already walking away when he mumbled his ill reply. "whatever, just don't say that word around me again."
Oliver smiled at his triumph, then glanced at Harry. And of course the Burnet was about to bust with giggles. "Boutylushios! Oliver, I'd hate to say it but your arse isn't Boutylushios, it's just- Harry stopped when he saw the look of hurt on his secret boyfriends face.
A smile crossed Harry's face as he finished his sentence. "It's just plain old sexy. No lushios, sorry." Of course Oliver had known that he was joking, but he still had to explain himself. If not to be understood, then just for the fun of it.
"Now, that that's cleared up, what do you want?" Oliver stood there with his hands on his hips, waiting for an answer.
"I thought that it would be obvious, a good bye kiss, duh!"
The keeper blinked a few times, and just kind of stood there. "Are you telling me…"
Harry was now leaning forward to hear what Oliver was saying. "What was that?"
Oliver just continued on as if Harry never said any thing. "That you sprinted all the way down here just for a goodbye kiss?...And that I just told Snape that my arse was Boutylushios so that you could get a peck on the cheek?"
Now it was Harry's turn to blink and stand still. "Well, when you say it like that it sounds sort of bad, but if you could hear it in my head you'd understand. I mean you ARE wearing my strawberry icing Chap Stick."
At this Oliver had smile, that or burst out laughing, so he smiled. "Right Potter, anything you say."
Oliver looked both ways of the hall, he already knew that no one was there or else they wouldn't of just had this conversation. But it was better to be on the safe side. He guided Harry over to a wall and slipped his arms around the young teen.
Harry's breath hitched as Oliver leaned over until his lips were a half cm away and whispered, "I still want that letter." With that he leaned in the rest of the way and brushed their lips together.
((AN: Well, what do you think? Sorry again for chaps 1-5 and their shortness. The rest of the chapters should be a least as long as this one. Most should be a bit longer. In the next few chaps Harry and Oliver will write the letters at night, and they snogg by light. Now do you people under stand the title? REVIEW. Good, bad, I don't care. I just want to know what you think about it!))