"Oliver?"

Oliver found himself stripped to the bone in his bed. And beside him was… Harry Potter?

It was a dream come true for Oliver Wood. It had been love at first sight. Our favorite Scottish Keeper had fallen, not for the Boy Who Lived, but for the amazing Seeker. And then Harry's hands began to trace all over his body.

Harry made spiral at his nipples. Bit his ear and licked his neck. Oliver was getting aroused. Then Harry's fingers began to trace the trail of hair that led to "his monster." He packed more inches than a ruler. And then Harry was about to…

"Oliver?"

"What?" said a startled Oliver. "Ow… my head hurts. Potter, what are you doing here?"

"You saved me a few days ago. I owe you a life debt now. Are you okay Oliver? Is something wrong? Is your head ok?"

"Fine."

"You don't look fine. And it appears all of your blood is heading there" Harry said as he pointed to the growing tent between Oliver's legs.

"Um…"

"Don't worry Wood. I'm a lad and I know we all get Wood around each other. Wood has Wood" Harry said the last bit while trying not to cry as he was cracking up.

"Um…Potter…"

Oliver didn't get to finish because Harry's lips met his own.

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Author's Note

Ok just to clarify the first bit was a dream…well a wet dream… to be more specific… hope you enjoyed it. This is a bit rushed…hope y'all enjoy it!