Chapter 6:
Oliver's once beautiful apartment was torn to pieces. He'd taken the pleasure of sicking his wand on all his furniture. He wanted to do something to try to get rid of all the pain he felt. Some kid wasn't supposed to make him feel this way. No, he was supposed to be the one that caused the pain. That's how its always been! That's the way its supposed to be god damnit! He was supposed to be the heart breaker. Not Harry!
So why was his heart shattered?
Oliver sat on his couch, his face in his hands. Tears were staining his cheeks and hands. He had to stop this. He had to get over it. He had to ignore that painful ache he felt in his heart.
Something started tapping at his window. He looked up to see a tawny brown owl outside his bedroom window. Oliver picked up his wand and flicked his window open. The owl flew over to him and dropped a little red envelope at his feet. Oliver sighed.
"This is just great." He quickly opened it before it exploded.
"YOU ASSHOLE!" Oliver jerked back as a loud boom can through the envelope. "HOW DARE YOU BE SO SELFISH AND INCONSIDERATE!" Boy, he thought. Hermione can be really loud. "HARRY ACTUALLY CARES ABOUT YOU AND YOU TALK TO HIM ABOUT YOUR PREVIOUS CONQUESTS! YOU ARE SUCH A LITTLE BASTARD, I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHY I EVER LIKED YOU!" the envelope sighed. So Hermione. "By the way," it said. "Harry was chosen as a champion in the Triwizard Tournament. And congratulations, he's too busy thinking about you he'll probably die!" The Howler finally tore itself up. Oliver sighed. He was going to try not to send a Howler back at Hermione despite how pissed off he was at her.
The owl started hooting at him. Oliver shooed it away out the window. But as soon as it was gone another one came. This bird also had a red envelope in its beak. "Fuckin'-A." he said as he tore it open. This was really getting on his nerves.
"I CAN'T BELIEVE HARRY EVER LIKED YOU!" Ron Weasley's voice echoed through. His wasn't as loud as Hermione's was. "YOU HAVE TOTALLY HURT HIM! YOU ARE SO SELFISH. NOW HARRY'S IN THE TRIWIZARD TOURNAMENT! HE'S GOING TO GET HIMSELF KILLED! I MIGHT BE MAD AT HIM, BUT HE'S STILL MY FRIEND AND YOU'RE NOTHING BUT A LITTLE TRAMP!" This also tore up. Oliver was using all of his will power not to do anything. That was until another Howler fell into his lap.
"God Damn it!" He ripped it open, only to hear what seemed like the entire Gryffindor Quidditch team.
"I CAN'T BELIEVE WE EVER TRUSTED YOU!" well they seemed rehearsed. "HARRY'S GOING TO DIE NOW AND IT'S ENTIRELY YOUR FAULT!" they were quiet, only one person spoke. It was Angelina. "MALFOY? ARE YOU SMOKING SOMETHING? HE'S OUR ENEMY! HE'S SEEKER OR HAVE YOU FORGOTTEN? WE PLAY HIM SEVERAL TIMES A YEAR! YOU'RE A FUCKING BASTARD. AND WHEN HARRY FALLS IN THE FIRST TASK, YOU BETTER BELIEVE ITS BECAUSE OF YOU!" they all came back. "FAGGOT!" and the envelope tore up. The owl was about to fly off. Oliver grabbed it by the body. His entire body was shaking with anger.
"I want you to send back a letter." The owl blinked. Oliver smiled a malicious smile. "Good." He sat down at his table and began scribbling. The words were big and quick. He didn't care he was going to make it into a howler.
"I'm the asshole? You can't believe you trusted me? Here's the thing, you needed me! I was Quidditch captain because I was better than you! And who I shag is none of your business. If Harry's got a problem with it then tell him to grow up and say what he wants to say to me, not get his little friends to do it for him! And none of you had a problem when I was shagging you! So get over it! It was one time and hey! It's my life I'll do whatever the fuck I want! So all of you can go fuck yourselves and leave me the hell alone! I really don't need this shit right now!" He closed the parchment and placed it in a normal white envelope. With his wand, he tapped the envelope and suddenly it became a red Howler. Oliver smiled. This was making him a little happier.
He snapped his fingers a couple times, telling the owl to come to him. Hesitantly he obeyed. Oliver put the Howler in the owl's mouth. "I want you to give this to Hermione Granger at breakfast, ok?" The owl blinked and hooted. Oliver started to feel bad about being angry with the owl. It wasn't the owl's fault. It was Harry's! Ok, it wasn't really his fault either. But Oliver refused to blame himself. He didn't do anything wrong. He tossed the owl out the window. It was very elegant as he flew off.
Oliver turned around back to his destroyed apartment. Somehow, he wasn't so upset about Harry anymore. He raised his wand.
"Repairo." he called, as he flicked his wrist. Instantly the entire apartment was fixed. He smiled to himself. The place looked amazing again. His tables had all four legs and in the places they were supposed to. His fridge was working again and the door was back in place. His linen closet had all its shelves. Oliver was proud. Granted all he did was wave his arm around, but it was definitely a good thing.
Oliver grabbed his coat and walked out the door. He decided to go somewhere. Anywhere.
He had only been outside for a few minutes, wandering around aimlessly, when he felt something hit him. He shook out of his trance to see a gorgeous man in front of him. His hair was a light brown, cut short, with a slight curl. His eyes were green. His nose wasn't small, but it wasn't big. It fit his face nicely. He started to blush. Oliver smiled.
"Sorry." he said simply. The other man put his hand up.
"Oh no, my fault." His was English. His voice sounded like it belonged to angels. "You're Scottish?" he asked out of nowhere. Oliver shook out of his thoughts. He nodded. The man smiled. "That's cool."
"Thanks." Oliver couldn't stop staring at the man's mouth. His lips were so kissable. "I'm Oliver," Smooth Wood. He cursed to himself, but he would do anything, just to keep this beautiful man around.
"Eric," ooh, that's a good name for me to moan.
"Hi," Oliver knew that he was really sounding stupid. But he knew exactly how to play men.
"Hi," Eric chuckled. Oh yeah, he's gay. Oliver smiled. He looked down at his shoes. God Eric's cute! He thought. Shyly he looked back up at Eric. Eric looked away blushing furiously. Got him.
It was late. Oliver's clothes were slung all over his room. He looked down at the brown mess resting on his broad chest. He smiled. He and Eric had hit it off great. The way he moved in bed was beyond anything Oliver ever experienced. Oliver kissed Eric's head gently, as he rubbed his back. He could lay like this forever.
Unfortunately, someone was knocking on his door. Oliver sighed. He so wanted to just let those people think that no one was home. He would have, but the knocking turned to pounding. Oliver was afraid to wake up Eric. Slowly and gently, he crawled out from under his lover and ran to the door. He opened it to find Harry.
Oh shit.
"Harry," Oliver was astounded. "What are you doing here?" It was then that Oliver realized he was naked.
"I just wanted to see how you were doing. I guess you're doing good." He looked Oliver up and down. Oliver pushed the door slightly closed to cover his naked body. "Don't worry, I've already seen it all." Oliver closed the door a little more. "So what are you doing?"
"I don't see how that concerns you." Oliver said bitterly. He was still angry about all the howlers. Harry looked on the verge of tears.
"Maybe I should say, who are you doing?"
"I don't see why you care, you seemed very angry at me last time we met. That is until you went to go shag you're little friend." He said a little more loudly than he intended. He shut his eyes, praying not to wake Eric. No such luck.
"Oliver," came his voice. "Baby?" Oliver looked back at Harry, his face completely blank. The tears already started falling from Harry's eyes. He nodded.
"Ok, well I see you're busy. I should go." Harry turned and walked away. Oliver watched him climb down the stairs and leave the building.
"Oliver, what's going on?" Eric walked out of the bedroom, the sheet wrapped around his lower body.
"No one, just an ex." Oliver slowly closed the door.
Well, what do you think? Do you like? I wanted to make it harder between Harry and Oliver. Well, tell me what you think! R&R!
Bob