Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to the amazing JK Rowling, and sadly, not me.

Thank you to my beta, HPalto87, and hearts to my reviewers!

The Harry/Oliver shippers will love me for this, and the Harry/Draco shippers will hate me. Flame away, but it has to be done.

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21

Flashback

Harry,

I'm glad you seem to miss me. I was beginning to get worried. The shop has been very busy, so I'm sorry I haven't had time to come see you. I've been keeping busy, so don't worry about me. Your team seems to need you more.

Love,

Draco

Harry was confused. Draco was worried? About what? And what was Harry supposed to be worrying about? He knew Draco was perfectly capable of taking care of himself. And that line about his team… he just didn't understand.

When Harry wrote back, he focused on the part of the letter that he did understand.

Draco,

I always miss you. Even though I'm on the Quidditch team now, you are still my everything. I wish you would come to one of my games. Just knowing you are watching would lift my spirits. Life just isn't the same without you around. I've become close with my teammates, but that doesn't make up for what I'm missing with you. I can't wait to see you again.

All my love,

Harry

"You should tell him not to worry, as I will gladly keep you… ah… satisfied." Oliver purred against Harry's ear.

Harry tensed. He didn't even notice Oliver enter the room. "What are you talking about?" Harry asked.

"You know," Oliver said, and licked at the sensitive skin just below Harry's ear. Harry made a low moaning noise, though in pleasure or irritation, neither of them were sure.

Harry pulled away from the keeper, sealed the letter, and gave it to Hedwig. The owl obediently flew back toward home.

"How long are you going to lie to him, and more importantly, to yourself?" Oliver asked.

"I'm not lying to anyone!" Harry protested; but he knew it wasn't true. He was lying to both himself and Draco, and it wasn't fair to either of them.

Oliver shrugged. "Join us in the lounge downstairs. They're serving some Muggle alcohol, and most of us intend to get pleasantly drunk."

"No thanks," Harry said.

"Fine, but if you change your mind…" Oliver left the sentence hanging.

"Right," Harry said. "But don't count on it."

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Harry was bored.

There was nothing to do in the hotel room, and Harry had no reason not to join his teammates for a drink other than not wanting to be with Oliver. It wasn't like he'd be alone with Oliver, however, and the keeper wasn't likely to try anything sexual with the rest of the team around.

So Harry made his way down to the hotel lounge.

He found his friends drinking and talking in the far corner of the room. He could tell that half of them were already drunk. Oliver smiled at Harry and patted the seat next to him, but Harry opted to sit with Morgan and Jennifer instead.

Morgan was pleasantly tipsy, and smiled a lot more than Harry was used to. Jennifer was outright, giggly, clingy, drunk. When Harry sat down next to her, she wrapped both arms around him and said, "yurr sexy!"

"Er… thanks," Harry said. "You're… err… drunk."

"Yeah," Jennifer agreed, and giggled loudly.

Harry wasn't sure what to do about this, and looked around nervously. Jennifer took a long drink of something foul-smelling, and laughed again.

"'Arry's sexy!"she announced. Then she appeared to get an idea. "'Arry's gay!" she said, just as loudly.

"Err…" Harry was turning a bright shade of red.

"Y'know what would be sexy?" Jennifer asked softly.

"What?" Harry asked, afraid of the answer.

"If 'Arry an' Ol'ver had SEX!" She laughed hysterically.

Harry looked pleadingly at his teammates. "I don't think that would be a good idea," Harry told her.

At that point, Morgan took pity on Harry, and cast a silencing charm on Jennifer.

"As drunk as Jennifer is, I rather agree with her," Oliver said cheekily. Harry glared at him.

Jennifer looked offended, and mouthed protests to Morgan, but Morgan refused to lift the silencing charm. After a few more drinks, Jennifer was out cold, anyway.

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Harry drank more than he had intended to that night, but not enough to lose all inhibitions. Still, Oliver insisted on helping him up to the room he was sharing with Marco.

Harry slumped onto the bed and said good-night, but Oliver didn't leave the room. Instead he sat next to Harry and began to stroke his hair.

This was a soothing gesture that Draco often performed for Harry, and he felt himself drifting off, despite the fact that it wasn't Draco next to him.

"You may not realize it, but you're gorgeous, Harry," Oliver said. His voice was smooth and comforting, like silk. "You deserve so much more than the life you have with Malfoy. You deserve the excitement you crave, the appreciation you need, and the family you never had."

Oliver knew just how to get to him. Harry reached a hand up to touch Oliver's face.

"I want you," Harry said softly.

Oliver lay down beside Harry and kissed him. "Are you sure?"

Harry closed his eyes and hesitated. "Yes."

Harry kissed him. Oliver shifted so that the entire length of his body was pressed against Harry's. The kiss grew more passionate, more needy, and their tongues darted out to meet.

Oliver began undressing Harry, kissing his way along the newly revealed skin. Harry arched into the feather-light touches, whimpering in need. Oliver removed the last of Harry's clothing, then quickly discarded his own. He moved to climb on top of Harry, but the seeker stopped him.

"Wait," Harry said, and sat up.

"You're not having second thoughts, are you?" Oliver asked.

"No," Harry said.

He sat on the edge of the bed with Oliver standing in front of him. He moved his hands along the muscular keeper's body appreciatively. Oliver was tall and lean, but built from playing Quidditch for so many years. His chest and arms were strong, and his body well-formed for the position he played.

Harry moved his hands down to Oliver's erection. He wrapped his hand around it, which earned him a small gasp of pleasure from the keeper. Oliver let Harry finger at his penis and balls for a few minutes, then pushed him back onto the bed. He kissed Harry violently, his teeth crashing against Harry's lips. Harry moaned into his mouth.

That was all the encouragement he needed. Oliver grabbed his wand and muttered a lube spell, spreading wetness on both himself and Harry. He pumped his fingers inside of Harry for a moment, preparing him.

"More," Harry gasped.

Oliver bent Harry's legs back, and pressed himself into the smaller seeker. Harry's breathing grew heavy as Oliver pumped into him repetitively. Oliver was rougher than Draco, and took Harry with a vigor he hadn't had with Draco in a long time. Harry soon felt himself reach climax, and Oliver came inside of him only moments later.

For what felt like a long time, neither of them moved. Slowly, Oliver pulled out of Harry and lay down next to him. He wrapped an arm around the seeker. Harry cuddled into arms that were so much stronger than Draco's, and fell asleep to the sound of Oliver's beating heart.

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When Harry awoke he was immediately aware that the arms around him were not Draco's. Draco's body didn't feel like this. Something was very, very wrong.

He pushed himself up, waking Oliver.

"Harry?" Oliver muttered, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

"Oliver… we… oh…" Harry sat heavily back on the bed as the events of the previous night flooded back to him.

"We had wonderful, mind-numbing sex," Oliver said with a smile. He hugged Harry, but Harry pushed him away.

"This is wrong!" he said.

"No, it's not. You wanted it just as much as I did," Oliver said.

"I… I did," Harry admitted.

"So what's the problem?" Oliver asked.

"Draco," Harry replied.

"Break up with him," Oliver said.

"You know I can't do that," Harry replied.

"What's stopping you?" Oliver demanded.

"I love him," Harry said, not meeting Oliver's eyes.

Oliver took Harry's chin in his hand and kissed his lips lightly. "I could easily fall in love with you, Harry Potter."

Harry's heart skipped a beat. Oliver gave him a sweet smile that made him melt inside. Harry threw his arms around the keeper and kissed him more passionately than he had kissed Draco in months.