A/N - I own nothing
Quidditch
Harry took his shower quickly after the match, trying to get the mud out of his hair. His glasses had been left on one of the benches, snapped in half due to the fall, but they had won.
His first match, and he had caught the snitch, winning the game by ten points. Puddlemere United weren't doing so great, but for the first time in a long time, they had won a game, and they had become more popular, because Harry Potter had chosen their team out of all the other teams he could join.
Not many people realised the true reason he picked the team was because of one Scottish Keeper, and Harry was determined to keep him.
...oOo...
No one outside his small group of friends was quite sure why he chose Puddlemere United when so many other teams wanted him. He was offered more money, offered merchandise made up of himself, but only a handful of people - the ones that knew Harry properly, only they understood that the offers were the opposite of what Harry wanted.
What he wanted was what Oliver Wood offered.
The man who walked up to Harry, not fawning over him, and smiled at him. "Come play with us, Potter," came his delightful Scottish tones. "It'll be like back at Hogwarts. Don't expect any special treatment though."
"Why me?" Harry had replied.
"Because I've played with you before. I know how good you are on a broom. I'm not like the rest that want to brag about Harry Potter being on the team, without caring about what he can do. If you were crap, I wouldn't be here now. My manager knows nothing about this visit."
What Harry wanted was someone who offered him a job based on his skill and not on his name.
And that's what Oliver had done.
"You'll have to try out first, of course," Oliver added, and Harry nodded eagerly, trying not to let his gaze linger on Oliver for too long. If Oliver noticed, he didn't say a word about it, but Harry noticed a small curious smile cross his lips.
...oOo...
"So... I picked a team," Harry said, slipping into the seat next to his friends.
"That's great, Harry," Hermione replied. "Which one?"
"You managed to find one that weren't obsessed with having 'the chosen one' on their team?" Ron asked, making air quotations. He knew all about Harry's annoyance at some of his offers, and him and Hermione had both been concerned that Harry wouldn't pick an offer.
"Yeah... Oliver Wood approached me to play for Puddlemere United," Harry said, his eyes fixed on the Butterbeer in front of him, and ignoring the smirk that took over his friend's lips at the mention of Oliver Wood.
"Did I hear my name? You alright, Potter?" came a voice behind him, and Oliver walked around the table, slipping into the seat next to Hermione. "Telling your friends the big news?"
Harry looked over at the tall chaser. "So, you've joined the team at the right time. You'll be playing your first game in a couple of weeks. Next week we're having a going away party for the players and their families and friends. It'll be held on our Quidditch pitch."
"Yeah, that sounds good," Harry said, trying to think of something clever to say, but failing miserably.
"So..." Oliver seemed to struggle for something to say too. "I'll leave you to celebrate with your -"
"We'll get the next round in, stay Oliver, I'm sure you've got a lot of explaining about the new team to do, and Harry hasn't got long to learn," Hermione said, standing up from her seat, Ron quickly following her to the bar.
A few minutes later, they brought Harry and Oliver a Butterbeer each, and headed over to the other side of the bar, neither man noticing them disappear. It was a couple of hours before the pair tore their gaze away from each other.
"Harry, your friends have gone," Oliver said, looking around. "I didn't mean to steal you away."
"No, it's fine," Harry replied.
"Well, it wouldn't be nice for me to leave a good-looking bloke like you alone here," Oliver said, his gaze shifting around the pub, and he frowned as he noticed a couple of eyes on Harry. "Unless they take your interest?"
Harry shook his head, not following Oliver's gaze. "Nope, I'd much rather talk to you some more about Quidditch," Harry replied.
Oliver looked at him curiously for a moment, before grinning widely. "I warn you, I've been known to go on for hours."
"You mean talking about Quidditch?" Harry asked, his voice cracking slightly at the words.
Oliver smirked. "Not just talking about the game. Now, I think it's best I head home, and Harry..." Oliver leaned in so his lips were inches from Harry's ear. "I look forward to travelling with you."
Harry couldn't help the shiver that ran through him, as Oliver's eyes swept over him, before Oliver winked and walked from the pub.
Word Count: 841
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