Author's Note:
This was formally chapter 2.
Harry awoke in a soft bed with soft flannel sheets. It smelled of Oliver. Harry couldn't help but get a stiffy. Harry had a crush on Oliver since the moment they met, but 'knew' that Oliver was straight as an arrow.
"I see that you're awake."
"Wood, that's the best sleep I've had in years."
"Its because I have charmed my bed with feather light, Occulmancy, and dreamless sleep charms. There are other old but effective charms. I doubt Flitwick even knows of them. I just happened to find them when going through texts I found in my family vault. The bed itself came from the vault too."
The room was nice. It shouted Oliver! There were a few quidditch items here and there, but it was mainly full of books, books, and more books. And most of them weren't even on quidditch.
The room was silent.
'This must be his room' Harry thought to himself.
This was definitely not what he expected. It did not scream Oliver in any sense. Even Oliver's quidditch gear was nowhere to be found. It was organized and sophisticated. No one would have expected this in a million years. Very few people knew the true Oliver. Harry knew that if he was going to be reveal secrets to Wood, Wood would in return.
"Oliver, what's with the books?"
"Charms and transfiguration have always been appealing to me. Quidditch was my life, but I always did my charms and transfiguration homework, no ands if ors or buts. It was always on time and top marks."
"I thought,"
"You thought I was just a quidditch obsessed brainless jock?"
"ummm…yeah."
Oliver look a bit hurt.
Harry couldn't help bit feel guilty. Oliver had done nothing but be kind. He did more than anyone else had. They had never even been close friends, but he was almost like an older brother now. Harry couldn't help but feel guilty. Oliver was taking care of him out of the goodness of his heart, and Harry was mentally undressing him and imagining what acts they could perform together.
