"This is once again Lamonica Stavros with Charles Weasley at the 1997 Quidditch World Cup in Athens, Greece. This is it! The US Nat'l VS Ireland."
"Ireland's really good. This is their fourth straight appearance. They are hoping to make this their fourth consecutive cup, but the US doesn't think so" Charlie replied.
"Oliver?"
"What?"
"Were the rumors about Aidan Lynch, Barry Ryan, and yourself true?"
"Some what. Those two are a couple. I didn't do anything with them though. That's not my style."
'Damn' though Harry.
'It could be if you asked hard enough' thought Oliver.
The two were oblivious to the fact they were thinking on the same wavelength the two were hopelessly in love with each other, but it would take all of their friends and a certain Professor of theirs to make it happen. Subconsciously Oliver's hand became entwined with Harry's as the race for the golden snitch heated up.
'Oh God! Oh God! Oh God' thought Harry
'I shouldn't have done that. He'll think I'm some kind of pervert' thought Oliver as he pulled back his hand quickly.
"Singleton has caught the snitch!"
"Um sorry about that Harry. You know it was um….um…an accident. The heat of the moment…" said Oliver blushing profusely.
'Damn' though Harry as his blood began vacationing south of the border.
"It's cool."
The pair did not notice that a familiar face had just encountered the entire thing.
Author's Note
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