Damn, that took a long time. I know I know. Yeah but I couldn't think of what to write. Well here you go, fifth chapter! Hope you enjoy!
Chapter 5:
Oliver arrived at the Three Broomsticks a little later than he planned. He was only fifteen minutes late. He pushed his hat farther down on his head, and ran into the pub. Rosemerta stood behind the counter. Oliver first stopped there.
"He's already up there."
"Thanks Rose." Oliver began to run up the stairs.
"You do know that he's only fourteen."
"What are you so upset about?"
"He's a child. Do you remember what happened when you were fourteen?" Oliver thought for a moment, remembering the stupid things he did.
"Are you referring to a specific time?" he asked playfully. Rosemerta rolled her eyes.
"Never mind. Just go." Oliver said his goodbyes and ran up the stairs. On the second floor he found the room he was looking for. He lightly knocked.
"Come in." came Harry's voice. Oliver smiled. He walked into the room, Harry sat on the bed reading a book.
"I'm not that late." Oliver chuckled. Harry blushed as he put the book away.
"Sorry, I figured I could get some homework done while I waited."
"Did you?"
"No," they both laughed slightly. "I was too nervous."
"Why were you nervous?" Oliver sat next to Harry. Harry blushed a beat red. Oliver finally understood. "You're a virgin." Oliver chuckled. "It's ok. We won't do anything you don't want." Harry nodded. Oliver gently put his hand on Harry's knee. Harry looked up into Oliver's eyes. He moved slowly closer to Oliver's face. Oliver has always been impatient, so he pushed his mouth on Harry. Soon their kiss became more passionate. Oliver pulled Harry's shirt off and pushed him down onto the bed.
An hour later Wood lay on his back with Harry on top of him. He gently stroked the younger boy's hair. Neither felt like talking much. They'd just rather enjoy each other's company.
"I have to get back to school soon." Harry chuckled.
"How's the Triwizard Tournament coming? They choose the Champions yet?"
"After the weekend. The Weasley twins are trying to sneak in. I doubt they'll have any luck."
"Hey, you never know. They used to get me out of tests when I was in school. They always have some tricks up their sleeves."
Harry paused for a second thinking. "Did you sleep with Fred and George?"
"Fred's straight."
"But George isn't?"
"George was always a bit curious." Oliver smiled.
"Is there any one in school you haven't slept with?"
"Many people. As I just said, Fred's straight, I never slept with your friend Ron, or anyone from your year."
"At least till now."
"Well except for that scumbag from Slytherin."
"Which one?"
"That cute blond one. We fought him in a couple of Quidditch matches. He's their seeker." Harry jumped up off of Oliver.
"You slept with Draco Malfoy?" he nearly yelled.
"Yeah that's the one." Harry looked angry. He jumped out of bed and began to get dressed. Oliver lay still confused. "What?"
"Nothing, forget it. I have to get back to school." he buttoned up his pants and ran out of the room. Oliver rolled his eyes.
"I really have to learn to keep my fucking mouth shut." He got out of bed and dressed himself. When he finished he walked out the door and down the stairs. He sat down at the bar in the pub. "Rose!" Rosemerta walked over. "Get me a beer."
"Bad hour?"
"Bad minute. The kid is really more sensitive than I would have imagined."
"You did you bring up?"
"Draco Malfoy."
"Malfoy? That prick? The child who constantly causes problems for Harry? Who told him you slept with Malfoy?" Oliver thought, realizing what she was talking about.
"I'm an idiot aren't I?"
"I was thinking more of a jackass."
"I should apologize shouldn't I?"
"He probably wouldn't listen."
"So what should I do?"
"Give him a little while then apologize." Oliver nodded.
"Got it." He stood up and walked out of the pub. He walked down the street in the direction of the school. On his way he saw something more painful than he ever expected.
Harry pushing Ron Weasley into an alley.
Oliver walked forward towards the alley. He kept quiet to be able to hear what was being said or done. What he heard wasn't very appealing though. It sounded like lips smacking together. He peaked around the entrance of the alley to see Harry had pushed Ron against the wall. The two boys were passionately kissing. Oliver pulled his head away from the sight. His breathing became heavy and his eyes burned. He forced himself not to cry.
Why the fuck did he feel this way? Why was he reacting this way? Harry was just a kid.
"Oh fuck," he said. He was falling in love with the fucking kid.
"Oh fuck me."