A/N: Told you it wouldn't be long. Couldn't leave you there. What kind of fanfic writer would I be? So here you go, and I fast forwarded.

Love is Dead

Oliver's point of view ja!

I rolled over to see last night's guy, some muggle I assume. What was his name anyway? Jake? James? Justin? I don't care. He woke up and rolled over.

"Go home." I said standing up throwing him his pants.

"Come on, you're just gonna fuck me and tell me to leave?" He asked.

"Pretty much. Now get out." I said getting dressed. He left in minutes. I sifted through my school trunk for my most prized position, a picture of me and Harry, smiling, and laughing after a quidditch match. I sighed.

"Look what you've done to me boy." I said to the picture. Before school had ended, I'd lost my boyfriend, my dignity, and my talent for quidditch, to Cedric Diggory of all people. I set the picture back into my trunk, and went to my kitchen to make myself some eggs. I looked over just in time to see an owl ram into my window. I opened it, and let the owl in. It carried a letter from Fred and George.

Oliver,

We're back home, and we've seen Harry at the Leaky Cauldron in London. He's with Malfoy now(sickening I might add) and happy, sorry mate. We're still trying to convince him that it was all a misunderstanding and we're failing dismally. Again, sorry mate. Hope you're doing okay. Don't do anything stupid, I'm sure you'll have Harry back before you know it!

Sincerely,

Gred and Feorge, Opps... Fred and George.

I sighed, and went back to my usual morning routine including writing a letter to Harry.

Harry,

Oliver again of course, I still miss you and love you so much. I hear you're happy with Draco Malfoy, that's great. I'm still single, and kinda looking around. Hope you're well, please reply.

Oliver Wood

I sighed knowing these probably never got read. I never got a reply. Oh well. I scribbled a reply to Fred and George, and send it off. Then I sent Harry's letter off as well.

That night right as I came home with a half muggle half wizard guy, a familiar snowy owl was sitting on my table. I hurried over to her, and she stuck out her leg.

I hastily opened the letter ignoring the guy I'd brought home.

Dear Oliver,

It's Harry. I'm sorry for the way I've been acting. I love you too, and miss you more than anyone can imagine. I may look happy with Draco, but he's abused me, and I'm hurt bad this time. I need help, and you're the only one who could do it. He's been taking all your letters and not letting me read them. He left the other day and I got a hold of them, as well as the last one you sent. Please help me. I'm at the Leaky Cauldron. I'll be there 'till school starts. If you'll take me back, then that's what I want. I understand if you never want to see me again after all this. But if you still do, I'm here. I love you Oliver Wood.

Harry Potter

P.S. Fred and George were right.

I started crying as I read the letter.

"What's wrong Oliver?" The guy asked.

"Get out. Go home. I have business to take care of." I said as I went to my room and started packing. He left without question. I scribbled a reply to Harry saying I'd be there soon. I also scribbled up a letter to Fred and George saying I'd be at the Leaky Cauldron in two hours. I succored the bag to my broom, and took off toward London.

I arrived perfectly on time, to see Fred and George waiting outside the pub for me.

"Hello Oliver. We're glad you came." One said.

"We haven't seen Harry all day." The other said. I nodded and hurried into the tavern, and Fred and George quickly lead me to Harry's room.

"Alohomora!" I said pointing my wand at the door. I kicked it open to see Draco pinning down Harry to the bed.

"STUPIFY!" I shouted at him. He fell to the ground fast.

"Oliver!" Harry said jumping up into my arms. I'd been wanting to feel this for months. His skin against mine, his messy black hair tickling my chin. I cried. He was crying too. Fred and George both had huge smiles on their faces, and we very happy to see us back together.

"So, Harry, can you take me back?" I asked.

"Of course!" He replied planting a kiss on my lips. I picked him up, and carried him downstairs, to my broom, and we flew off toward my house. I had my lover back, finally. And nothing was going to make me get rid of him now.

I hold your ladder in the frozen land, as long is it burns, my love carries on.

A/N: There? Happy now? They're together again. Hope you liked it! Review and you get a cookie!