Ch. 5: When I Trip, Voldemort Pushed Me.

Harry padded down the hallway after making sure that Draco was well enough on his own. He heard hushed bickering from Ron's room between Ron himself and Hermione about something that was undoubtedly insignificant.

After passing Ron's room and a couple more empty rooms he started down the stairs to the entrance hall, where he heard Remus' warm voice speaking to Oliver in a casual manner.

"Ah, so you two have found out how very much you have in common, have you?" Harry questioned happily as he bounded over to his boyfriend to lay a light kiss on his cheek.

"I suppose so," Oliver said softly and grinned.

"I told you," the ebony-haired teen said in a matter-of-fact tone and crossed his arms.

"Am I correct in assuming that the situation with Mr. Malfoy has been taken care of?" Remus said softly, true concern etched onto his face.

Harry nodded.

"Excellent. Well, I'll leave you boys to say your goodbyes. Goodnight, Oliver. Goodnight, Harry."

"'Night Remus," they toned at once and Remus only chuckled.

After leading the pair of them outside, Oliver let out a deep breath, drawing Harry's attention.

"Harry, I've got to tell you something, and it's hard."

Harry tilted his head slightly to the left and said, "You can tell me anything. What is it?"

Oliver bit his lip and said, "I'm going away for a while. You see, I was recruited to play on the Worldwide Quidditch Tour and training starts tomorrow in America. I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner, but…"

"How long?"

Oliver lowered his head and said, "A year, maybe more."

Harry found his vision was beginning to blur. "So what am I to do? You're leaving me?"

Oliver took quick hold of Harry's hands and said, "No, no of course not. I just…" He bit his lip in hesitation. "I don't know. You have to stay here and finish school, and I can't refuse this offer. Maybe we can try the long-distance thing for a while."

Harry made a snorting sound and Oliver finished, "It will take work, on both of our parts, but I'm willing. I can apparate in on weekends to see you. I don't want to give up on us so readily. I really like you."

"You really like me," Harry repeated as a single tear slid down his cheek. "You really like me? What does that mean, exactly? You like being around me? What?"

"Harry…" Oliver said in a defeated tone but Harry held up one hand.

"Don't. You don't love me, do you? You really like me, but there is no love. You just… I am just a plaything to you. I'm Harry Potter, your boyfriend… the Boyfriend-Who-Lived," he finished with a sarcastic laugh.

"That has nothing to do with this and you know it! Everything with you has to be about You-Know-Who, doesn't it?" Oliver ran a frustrated hand through his hair and near-snarled, "Every bad thing that ever happens to you must have been caused by that fucker!"

Harry rolled his eyes. "Yes. When Hedwig died it must have been Voldemort's doing! When I stub my toe Voldemort must have pushed something in my way! When my boyfriend is called to BLOODY America it must have been BLOODY FUCKING VOLDEMORT!"

"Calm down…"

Harry childishly stomped a foot, not caring what the older man would think. "I WILL NOT! You know what, just go. Go to America and play your bloody Quidditch. Have fun. Fuck millions of people, I don't give a damn."

"Harry please…"

Harry wiped his cheek furiously but only shook his head.

"Go now."

Oliver bit his bottom lip and whispered, "I won't fuck millions of people, you know me better than that."

"I don't care what you do, frankly," Harry said coldly and turned on his heel, slamming the door behind him as he re-entered Grimmauld Place.

"Anything you want to talk about?" Came the voice of Remus from the stairwell as Harry tried to vain to stem the flow of his tears.

"Not yet," Harry said softly as he felt Remus' gentle arms wrap around his shoulders.

"It will be alright. It will work out if it's meant to."

Harry only sniffled and rested his head on the older man's shoulder.

"Get a good snog in with Wood, Potter?"

"No."

"Damn. Who pissed in your pumpkin juice?"

"I don't want to talk about it, Malfoy."

"…Fine."

"Go to sleep."

"Alright Potter, keep your knickers on."

"Goodnight, Draco."

"Ditto, Potter."

Thanks to brionyjae for the beta!