Harry Potter's hand shot out to grab Oliver Wood's arm as he proceeded past the smaller boy. Frowning, Oliver Wood turned back, asking, "Yes?"
"Can we... maybe not tell everyone?" Harry asked, to a positively dumbfounded Oliver Wood. Harry immediately began trying to find any way to spin this - he just didn't want to be the center of attention, but - there! "Not immediately, I mean?" Harry Potter said.
"Why wouldn't you -?" Oliver asked, promptingly, as if Quiddich was his entire life, and he hadn't considered even the prospect of a ... There! Harry thought, nearly squealing with the better idea he'd just had.
"It's only, I've only flown a broom once. And, what if I wash out?" Harry said, pleadingly.
"McGonagall thinks you're the dragon's egg." Wood stated firmly. "If you wash out, I'll eat a Gryphon's breakfast." Whatever that meant, Harry thought, it obviously wasn't a nice thing.
"Then... if I'm really that good - could I, maybe, be your secret weapon?" Harry asked, his eyes shining as he tried to project an air of humility.
"I like your initiative, Potter. I'll see what I can do." Wood said.
[a/n: I know, I know, but Harry said he needed to learn before everyone figures out about the stupid game. Apparently, since Harry decided to fox the timelines, next up is Friday - which, of course, is Potions. Leave a review, mmkay?]