Chapter 21:
The noise was so loud it made Oliver's head ache more. Through his eyelids he could see this blinding light. So, this was hell? Oliver was gay, inadvertently killed three people and had premarital sex with underage boys, there was no way he was going to heaven.
He groaned. "Shh, quiet, I think he's waking up!" he heard a woman saying. Actually it sounded more like a young girl. What would a young girl be doing in hell, he wandered. After a moment his eyes flickered open. His sight was blurred, but he noticed several bodies standing around him. It took a moment for his vision to focus. He noticed several men in white robes, he also saw the Weasley family, Hermione, Professor Dumbledore and Professor Snape. He understood why Snape and Bill Weasley would be in hell but the others?
"This isn't what I was expecting," he tried to say, but his voice was hoarse and his throat was dry. Wait, Healers, Get Well balloons. Son of a bitch, he was in the Hospital again.
"Oliver," Hermione spoke up. She looked so happy. "I'm so happy you're awake."
"And I'm so tired of waking up in hospital beds." His voice was getting better. But he soon remembered something. "Eric-"
"Eric Baxter is dead," Snape answered. "The Dark Lord killed his own man." Oliver blinked.
"What?" Dumbledore sighed heavily.
"I'm afraid, that Eric was a Death Eater. He used you. Voldemort knew that Harry had feelings for you, he sent Eric to find you. Anything else, was er, for pleasure."
"Son of a bitch. I can't believe it." One of the only people he ever loved had betrayed him. Reminded him of his mother. Oliver looked back up at all the people around him. "How long have I been out?"
"Shorter than normal," Hermione answered. Actually she leapt at the chance, as if it killed her that someone else talked to him. "A day and a half. Which is surprising. Nobody found you for hours. Hagrid happened to notice a large lump by the front gate."
"Have you been here the whole time?" Hermione shook her head.
"Just me, everyone else showed up about an hour ago. Oh and Harry just left a few minutes ago." Oliver's heart skipped a beat. Harry was here?
"Harry was here? Where did he go?" Hermione pointed towards the other end of the wing towards the exit.
"Only left a minute or so before you came to." That was it. Oliver threw the blankets on the floor. "Oliver, don't. You can barely move." Which was true. "Your lung collapsed. Even with healing you haven't fully recovered. Oliver! Wood!" But it was too late. Oliver limped to the door and out into the hallway. He searched around the hall looking for the most logical choice to start.
Please tell me I didn't miss him. Please!
Exit, that way! He limped forward. His side hurt, his leg wouldn't move and it started tingling. His feet were aching, yet still he moved on. Finally he had victory. A dark haired boy wearing oversized muggle clothes.
"Harry!" Oliver yelled. The younger boy turned towards him. His cheeks were stained with tears. Oliver walked closer. "Finally." He punched him right in the nose. Harry went down to the ground.
He sobbed into his sleeve. Oliver couldn't tell if it was from the punch or from something else. But he didn't care. He fell to his knees and grabbed the sides of Harry's face. "I'm sorry, I'm so sor-" he never had the chance to finish. Oliver pressed his lips onto Harry. Harry pulled away. "I don't understand. I-I left you."
"Harry," Oliver began with a smile. "I've gone through hell for the last few months. And it all started when the day of the Quidditch World Cup when I met you by the water pump. My father raped me, Hermione posed as my boyfriend, people lost all respect for me, my mother was killed, my boyfriend betrayed me and if one more person shouts the word Crucio in my direction again I will kill them with my own two hands. Or my broomstick." Harry chuckled. "And to top it all off I was abandoned in a cemetery full of Death Eaters who took out their frustrations out on me." Harry choked out a sob.
"Oliver,"
"Let me finish. The point is, all of this shit happened to me, because of you. My life was fine, until I met you. And you know right now I couldn't give a fuck. Because the entire time all of this was happening the only thing I could think about, was you." Harry smiled. Oliver couldn't believe how corny he sounded right now. "I love you. And I don't say those words to just anybody. But I love you. So much. So," now here is where he got really corny. "What do you say we start over. Forget all that bullshit between us. Just tell me you love me, and we can go from there." At first Harry just sat on the cold linoleum stunned, then his face broke into a huge smile.
"You don't know how happy I am to hear you say that." It was Oliver's turn to smile. He pulled Harry back into a passionate kiss. Harry pushed him off again.
"But you know that was really corny."
"Yeah. I was kind of hoping you wouldn't notice that."
He leaned in for another kiss. Harry pulled back. Oliver groaned. "You really have to stop that."
"Make me a deal. From now on, no more corny bullshit. Because you're sexier as a prick."
Oliver smiled. "Trust me, you never have to worry about me not being a prick. If that made any sense." Harry leaned in, glowing with happiness. But he didn't kiss him.
"You better not be lying to me Wood."
"I think we've established this by now. My lying isn't the problem. Its my honesty that gets me in trouble." He kissed Harry yet again. But this time, Harry didn't pull back. Finally!
THE END
I am done! And I have to say, I don't know how you people made it this far! This story was totally unsynchronized. And to be honest, it just started out as a one shot story! But people told me to continue, well, I have to say I'm thankful that everyone made it through this story, and I would like to thank everyone who read this, and everyone who reviewed it, I really appreciated it, and everyone who put this in their C2's and their favorites list and etc. I can't believe it took me a whole year just to write 21 chapters! I'm pathetic I know. But I finished something that was long and I am very proud of myself. So again, thank you, and I hope you enjoy any other story I write in the future! Make sure to read my other harry/Oliver stories, "He Doesn't love me" and "He loves me," sorry, I had to!
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