Disclaimer: I own nothing that is the Harry Potter canon. J.K. Rowling is an excellent woman to give myself the characters to play with, and will return when done. I only own the plot, and nothing else.
They woke up as early as they did so no one would see them leave or suspect anything. They left the Room of Requirement and headed towards Gryffindor Tower to part their ways. As they approached the portrait of the Fat Lady to say goodbye, they embraced and kissed softly before Oliver whispered the password and walked in with a parting glance to Cedric. As Cedric left with a big, goofy grin on his face heading back towards the Hufflepuff Dormitory, another Gryffindor student was rounding the corner as he witnessed the exchange between the Quidditch captains. Harry stood rooted in his spot for a moment, and backed behind a corner so neither would see him when they broke away. Harry stood there and backed away when Cedric walked by, and walked back to the dormitory. He started to piece everything together, and was surprised, but not disgusted by it. Harry was a fairly open minded person growing up with Muggles, but never would have guessed Oliver Wood and Cedric Diggory, and this was definitely a wake up.
Cedric made it finally to the Hufflepuff dormitory and laid down in his bed to get a couple more hours sleep before getting back up for breakfast. He lay down and drew his curtains shut, with a huge grin on his face. He kept replaying the night before in his mind, and felt extremely giddy. It was unbelievable that in the past couple of weeks he went from fairly alone and in unhappy relationships, He now discovered a new, exciting relationship with someone he never would have imagined he'd be with. Cedric began to think of when he first saw Oliver Wood, and it was actually during the first Gryffindor/Hufflepuff match in Cedric's second year at Hogwarts and first year on the team. He recalled how he felt when he watched the Keeper soar gracefully to stop the quaffles from passing through the hoops on the Gryffindor end.
Cedric realized he had an attraction to the Gryffindor from the very beginning, just didn't know to what extent. He grinned again, and was extremely pleased with the turn of events in his life, and was ready to see how far this relationship would go. He finally pulled up the covers and fell asleep, happy for the turn of events and with a certain Scottish lad on his mind as sleep took him over.
Harry was still in the Gryffindor common room, and was alone in his thoughts. He couldn't go back to sleep after his morning flying. After his discovery coming back to the dormitory, he wanted to talk to Oliver as soon as possible, but didn't know when would be the proper time. Finally, taking matters into his own hands and needed to get things off his chest, he went to the 7th year dormitory, and gently knocked.
Oliver was lying in his bed replaying the events from the night prior as well. Although he was doubtful in the beginning, he approved of the turn of events. He also thought of the first time he laid eyes on Mr. Cedric Diggory. It was during a passing of the Hufflepuff and Gryffindor teams after practice. They had walked passed each other, and Oliver easily spotted the new addition to the team. He had given him a once over, at the time it seemed innocent and just a fellow Quidditch player sizing up the opponent, but now analyzing the past event, realized he had done so eyeing the player over to every detail. The already strong stature of the 2nd year Hogwarts student, the grey stormy eyes that would be seeking the Golden snitch, the way the wind blew through the dark with red tint hair. Yes, it became painfully obvious now there had been an attraction from the beginning, it just did not register that way. The truth slowly crept upon him, that he had always had a thing for Diggory. Whether it was the silent looks he stole at the Hufflepuff, to drilling his team to stop him at all costs when it came to Quidditch.
He was taken away from his insightful thinking when he heard a knocking at the door. He got up slowly, feeling light and absolutely blissful. He went to the door and opened it, and on the other end saw Potter, and a look of surprise came over his face. "Potter, it's early, you all right mate?" Harry shifted from his left foot to his right, and avoided making eye contact with his Quidditch captain. "Yeah…erm…I'm okay, I was wondering if I could talk to you about something, kind of private." Oliver looked even more confused; he hadn't ever had a private conversation with his team's Seeker, and never felt they were that close of friends being so separate in age. Feeling that obviously Potter had come to him for a reason. "Yeah, sure, we should probably leave here though, we don't need to attract an audience if you want to talk about something private. How about we go to the grounds, lake perhaps?" Harry still looked as anxious and nervous as he felt, and stuttered out his agreement to the new location to talk with Wood.
On their way, neither one of them spoke a word, but their minds reeling with all the possible scenarios that could come from their conversation. Oliver was wondering what was possibly going on in Potter's life to make him want to seek him out. Harry was so worried about how he wanted to start his conversation with Wood; worried he could potentially upset the Quidditch captain or ruin their team relationship. They finally reached their destination, and both sat down cross-legged gazing out towards the lake. Wood noticed the tension will within Potter's shoulders, and knew whatever he wanted to discuss with him was a pretty big ordeal. He grabbed the younger boy's shoulder and said softly, "Potter, whatever it is, you can tell me. We're house mates, Quidditch teammates, whatever it is I hope I can help." Harry chuckled softly, and looked towards Oliver and replied, "It's not really about me that I wanted to discuss with you." Intrigued, Oliver took his hand away from Harry's shoulder and asked, "Well, what is it that you wanted to talk with me about? You can be honest with me Potter, just start from the beginning."
Harry took a deep breath, and looked towards the lake while he began to speak. "I was walking through the castle this morning, really early. Had a nightmare, so I needed to get some fresh air and try to clear my mind. On my way back I ran into something I didn't expect, something I wanted to talk to you about, which I have a feeling you already know what it is." Oliver froze instantly, keeping his eyes fixated on the lake. No…holy shit…holy shit…no fucking way. Harry looked over to see Oliver having an internal battle with himself. It was the younger Gryffindor's turn to try and comfort the other, and grabbed his shoulder to shake him out of his silent battle. "Wood, I'm not going to tell anyone if that's what you're worried about. I came to you because I wouldn't go behind your back spreading rumors around the school. I know what that's like." Oliver looked at Harry's hand while he spoke, making him feel halfway better. "Thanks mate," the Scottish boy muttered out. Harry looked at Oliver's face again and said, "Hey," getting the elder boy to look at him. "I mean it, I won't say anything. I just wanted to clarify that whatever I saw., it's okay by me. I don't care one bit. This doesn't change who you are. Yeah, so you may prefer…Diggory, and that's fine. You're still an amazing Quidditch captain, and one of the brightest Gryffindor's I've met. Try not to worry about my thoughts, I have a feeling this is all still pretty new to you."
Oliver took a deep breath, "Yeah, it all is. I'm just worried about reactions when I'm not even sure right now what I really want." Harry sighed and smirked at the boy before him. "I've been there before mate, it was really difficult for me when I first realized I preferred, well that I liked boys." Oliver's look of shock returned to his face, and blurted out, "You're gay!?" Harry chuckled and responded, "Yes Oliver, realized it last year." Oliver was dumbfounded, never would have guessed the Wizarding World's savior was into men, and he ended up chuckling himself. He thought about it, and even though plenty of the females at the school would have loved to be with Harry, he'd never once seen him with a girlfriend. He knew that Hermione Granger spent a lot of time with him, but everyone knew the youngest Weasley brother and Granger were meant to be. Oliver was filled with questions for his younger teammate, amazed at the turn of events. Instead of Potter coming to him for advise, normally about Quidditch and the like, is now looking for advise from Potter on a much deeper subject.
Harry could see Oliver deep in thought, imagining a million questions were running through his mind but could tell Oliver wasn't sure if he should ask. Oliver and Harry weren't the closest of friends, but friends nonetheless. "You want to ask me questions about it mate? I know what it's like, not being sure who to talk to or what's going on with you." Oliver breathed a sigh of relief, and they began a fairly long discussion. They went for a walk around the castle as to not disturb anyone still sleeping within the rooms or worry that someone would walk in on their conversation. Oliver was becoming more relieved as time went on and was hearing things he had feared for enjoying or taking part in that the Chosen One of the Wizarding World was freely admitting. Finally Oliver wondered if Harry was dating anyone, and had to ask. "Harry, are you seeing anyone?" Harry chuckled, and while not making eye contact, replied, "Yes, I am. He was the one who made me realize I preferred men."
Now Oliver was really intrigued, and again had to know, "Who is it then if you don't mind me asking?" Harry looked at Oliver, broke out in a broad smile thinking of the person he was about to name. "Draco Malfoy…" Oliver's jaw dropped, never in a million years would he have imagined not only that Harry Potter was gay, but dating Draco Malfoy, seemingly Potter's polar opposite. Harry laughed at his fellow Gryffindor's reaction. "Yeah, sometimes I get shocked like that too sometimes when I think about it. But it makes sense, at least to us. Growing up, being enemies, built a lot of tension between us. They always say there is a thin line between love and hate. Finally we realized what truly pinned us against each other, our adoration for each other." Harry explained. Oliver could see how sincere and genuine Harry was when he talked about him and Draco. Continuing on in the conversation, it made sense to Oliver why they ended up together. He definitely felt opposites do attract, though him and Cedric definitely weren't opposites.