Chapter 9:

Oliver was surprisingly happy. Today was the first match of the Triwizard Tournament. Today was the day he was going to confront Mr. Cry-Baby about all the crap he's been doing. Just thinking about everything made Oliver want to hit Harry. He's pissed off because of some damn one-night stand. When in reality Oliver had every right to be pissed after everything. Let's recap, he found out his father raped him, he hit his mother, everyone in Hogsmeade lost their respect for him, it was only a matter of time before the entire Wizarding World did. And oh yeah, he was probably going to lose Eric.

He walked onto the school grounds with everyone else in town. He saw some of his old teachers and spent a few minutes talking to them. He calmed down slightly reminiscing about the old days. Then he saw him. Draco Malfoy. They kept eye contact for only a moment before Draco winked at him and walked away. Oliver sighed. He didn't regret that night with Draco, and he didn't regret telling Harry. He didn't care if the boy couldn't take it, if he didn't like it he shouldn't have asked. All he did regret was hooking up with Harry Potter in the first place.

In a few minutes Oliver took a seat in the first row. Turns out the first task was that all four champions had to capture a golden egg from a dragon. They couldn't hurt the real eggs or they'd have points taken off. For some unknown reason, Oliver was scared for Harry.

He watched the first three, older champions take on the dragon with a lot of difficulty. Oliver wandered how a fourteen year old boy would do it.

Finally after the third kid walked off the field slowly Harry came out. Oliver felt himself lean forward. Harry used his wand to get his broom. Smart kid. He got hurt, Oliver flinched. Finally he succeeded. He got the egg. Oliver cheered louder than anyone else in the stand. Finally Harry walked off into the medical tent. Oliver ran out of the stand to meet him.

When he got there Harry was talking to his puppet, Ron. Their conversation looked a little awkward. Looks like Oliver wasn't the only one Harry was screwing over. He remembered the kiss he saw shared between Harry and Ron, and he was instantly angry again. He suddenly remembered why he was here. Taking a deep breath he walked up to Harry. He turned to see him and his face instantly hardened.

"Oliver," he said coldly. "What are you doing here?"

"I need to talk to you," he waited a second for Ron to walk away. "In private." Harry turned to Ron and the red head walked away.

"About what? Would you like to apologize? Maybe for fucking Malfoy or for fucking that little tramp."

"Fuck you, I came to tell you that you fucked up my life." Harry smiled broadly.

"So I succeeded." Oliver clenched his fists tightly. He didn't want to hit the kid. At least, not yet.

"You're a bastard. Your pissed at me because of some kid? I don't care if you don't like him, frankly he wasn't even that great. You asked, I told. If you didn't want to hear then you shouldn't have asked about it."

"And that whore!"

"Eric? My boyfriend? What did you honestly expect me to just sit around and mope for you after all those Howlers sent to me?" Oliver actually laughed out loud at the thought. "Frankly kid, you aren't that special. And besides, why do you care? Didn't I see you kiss your little sidekick?" Harry's eyes filled with fear. "Didn't think I saw that did you? Yeah well I did. And I'll admit it hurt, but you know what? I got over it. Maybe you should try it!"

"Am I supposed to feel sorry about it?"

"This you should. You told my mother I was a fag. And you know what she told me in response when she came by my apartment? That my father raped me as a child. And let his friends rape me. My mother told me because you wrote her that letter. I'm going through hell right now. And that's your fault. And it's your fault that every bloody person in this town can't respect me anymore. You are really one selfish little child." Oliver stepped closer getting directly in Harry's face. "I don't regret sleeping with Malfoy, and I don't regret meeting Eric. He's the only person in my life I can actually stand. The only thing I regret is listening to Hermione when she told me to meet you at the World Cup." Oliver spit on the ground at Harry's feet and walked away. Suddenly feeling much better than he had in the last few weeks.

Tada! Oliver confronted Harry, made Harry feel like dirt, hopefully, very soon, I can end this and people will be like "oh my god, that was so good!" So, hope you enjoy, and um R&R! Bye!

Bob.