OH EM EFF GEE!!!!!! THIS IS SO LATE IM SO SORRY *Flails*

So because of my stupid writers block I never got this finished as a one-shot like I wanted to So this is being posted as Chapter 2 (Making it my FIRST Chaptered fic to be posted :D)

Thanks to: hpgirl4ever and Alaerys for Beta'ing and suggestions

One year later, after the war, Harry has gone back to school, 4 months into classes.

Harry and the others in the Gryffindor Quidditch team were once again walking to the pitch on the Head Mistress's orders.

Since the end of the war Harry had been helping with the flying lessons to the first years as well as Quidditch practice so that he had more time in the air. He had found flying to be the best remedy to his recovery since the shock of Oliver's leaving the prior year.

He had told everyone that he was fine and had dealt with the issues, but in truth, if Oliver showed up today he would probably skip the yelling and fighting in favour of jumping into the other mans arms.

So it was with this confusion he silently lived with, smiling and laughing and blaming the brooding wholly on the war; just as he did now as he and his team arrived at the pitch to see what was happening.

What he saw, however, was the very last thing he would have expected to see.

Oliver with a black-eye.

The team glanced briefly at Harry before welcoming back their old friend and coach.

Harry stood frozen in shock. His mind was reeling with thoughts like, 'Oliver?! You're here!! Are you back for me? Are you staying? Do I want you to? What happened to your face?!! Why do you do this to me?!!'

For his part Oliver had yet to as much as glance at Harry. Ignoring his very existence. The hurt Harry was feeling erupted into anger. 'How DARE you?!! How dare you run away, show up again and not even have the nerve to ACKNOWLEDGE ME?!!'

For the next hour Harry played nice. Doing as he was told, instructing the team, taking instructions. He played the dutiful team captain training with his team, who all seemed happy to see the flight professor return. He was a model of excellence, until that is, it was time to shower.

He told the team he had something to do now that practice was over then quickly excused himself.

He stormed back to the castle as quickly as he could. Not once did he look back to see if any one notice his mood. If he had, he would have seen a very harassed Oliver being bombarded with questions from his friends and team mates.

*******

It was late that night when it happened. Harry was lying in bed trying to collect his thoughts, his roommates asleep around him, when he heard the unmistakeable sound of an owl at the window.

He glared at the curtains surrounding him; know who the owl would be from. He was almost going to ignore the creature but knowing it wouldn't go away until its job was done, that or wake up one of the rooms other occupants to let it in, he decided to let to ruddy thing in.

Sighing he walked barefoot over to the window and let the annoying creature in.

The bird did a graceful sweep of the room before depositing itself comfortably on his bed.

Resigned to the fact that the animal would not leave him alone until dealt with, he pulled a treat from his side table and swapped the letter for it.

The owl hooted affectionately before rising once again to fly out the still open window.

After locking the window again he returned to his bed, curtains drawn, to deal with this latest development.

He sat there just staring at the unopened letter. Harry wasn't sure how long he sat there just staring at the offending object taking up space on his bed covers, but he remained still and just watched it, as though it was a death eater waiting to attack.

Harry made a snap decision, grabbed his invisibility cloak and ran out the door. The dark haired boy raced through the castle quickly until he reached the front doors.

He stood there, just outside the castles walls, watching the lights from Oliver's cabin flicker in and out of the misty space between them. This whimsical look however just served to renew Harry's anger, remembering the cold nights they'd spent watching the fog roll in, just like tonight.

Pulling his cloak tighter around himself, he stormed towards the small building and let himself in - fully prepared for the fight that followed.

The moment he stepped inside, however, the memories started flooding back to him, having spent most of his free time here. Even once the other man had run away. When he'd forced himself to stop coming Harry had told himself to never step foot here again.

The place was exactly the same as before. Oliver had obviously spent the afternoon's free session unpacking. It even smelt the same. Harry stood there for a moment before realising that Oliver was nowhere to been seen in the immediate room.

He took the empty seat in front of the fire and waited for the other man to appear.

Harry didn't wait long before Oliver walked in from the bathroom wearing only what Harry remembered as his favourite cotton white pants. His head was down as he finished tying the draw strings on the front of them.

Harry stood as Oliver walked over to the chair he previously occupied.

Harry hated to admit to himself he still found the man to be attractive but it didn't stop his eyes from trailing over the shirtless form a few times.

There were new scars littering Wood's body and purplish bruises where there weren't scars. Harry, who had seen the very worst of the war, had to worry about what had caused such damage.

Oliver made his way over to the chair Harry had previously occupied and dropped his face into his hands mumbling to himself "come on...please..."

Harry suddenly didn't want Oliver to be aware that he was witnessing this so he crept back to the door, opened it silently and left it open for scarcely a moment to appear as though someone was stepping through it before closing it shut with a snap.

The other man jumped from his chair and looked around startled, though when no one appeared to be there his face softened slightly and he whispered "Harry?"

After a moment hesitation Harry removed his cloak and stood with a look of annoyance worthy of any Malfoy.

"Oliver" He said simply, his anger almost tangible.

The runaway visibly flinch at Harry's tone; he knew that this wouldn't be easy but he didn't think he was really prepared for Harry's anger.

"You're angry. Of course you're angry. Why wouldn't you be? I up and left just leaving some stupid note. I know I screwed up, but Harry, please, PLEASE let me explain?!!"

Oliver had been pacing until the end of his babbling when he'd walked up to Harry and grabbed his arms and with pleading eyes, he shook the smaller man in his hysterics.

Harry rolled his eyes and removed himself from those hands he'd loved so much before saying, "This had better be good," and replaced himself in the chair before the fire once again.

Oliver look shocked at Harry's acceptance, obviously expecting him to hit or jinx him in some way and leave. He hadn't really planned out what to say to Harry once this moment came so he summoned another chair from the other room and sat down, thinking for a moment before he stood up started pacing again.

He stopped and turned to Harry, intent on saying something but upon seeing Harry watching the fire in all appearance looking completely bored with the entire situation, no sound came out. He stood there gaping open-mouthed like fish for a moment before throwing himself back in the chair and beginning his tale.

"Harry. Before I came to Hogwarts, while I was still in a muggle school, there was a boy 2 years older than me named Hunter. I WORSHIPED him. He was my idol. My everything," his voice was softly calm but his eyes showed the hidden emotions behind them, sadness, regret.

"He used to let me tag along wherever he went. He was popular, kind, great at sports and gorgeous. This one day we'd gone to this secluded lake near our town and we'd been swimming and just hanging out. Then all of a sudden he was gone. I couldn't see him anywhere. He'd become tangled in the reeds under the water. I completely freaked-out. It was how I discovered my magic. The reeds suddenly turned to bubbles and he was free and I helped him swim to the surface. But by the time we'd gotten to the surface he was unconscious. My parents had already taught me CPR so I started to help him breathe and it worked. He was so relieved and thankful that he kissed me. I was so shocked I couldn't do anything but sit there until he pulled back." His smile was rueful, as though the story was unfolding in his mind as he told it.

"I remember he said to me, 'Sorry. I forgot you were still a kid.' I got so angry! ME?! I was the kid?! He was barely older than I was! So I threw myself on him and shoved my tongue down his throat. I was completely inexperienced of course but he didn't mind so much. It was getting dark and we had to get back so that our families wouldn't worry and so he could be checked out.

"I got my Hogwarts letter the next day. I was devastated. I didn't want to leave. Not when something like that had just happened! I went and gave him the news that afternoon. He'd been confined to bed rest just to be safe. I didn't tell him about Hogwarts, merely that it was a boarding school out of the area. He looked how I felt. I spent the night there talking about what we'd do and even made out some more. We did that every time I'd go home for the holidays. He was my boyfriend for the first 4 years of Hogwarts... that was, until I met you. I admit the first thing that caught my attention was your name, but when you joined the team and we got to know each other I started feeling stronger and stronger for you.

"When I went home at the end of 5th year I was going to tell him I wanted to break up. I didn't know if anything would happen with you or if I'd even have the courage to even tell you of my feelings but I knew I'd never felt for him what I was sure I was sure I was feeling for you. It was a good thing to because I found out he'd been cheating on me. I was actually surprised. I thought he'd at least felt the same for me. But he'd changed since the lake incident. His whole outlook seemed to change. He would be angry over nothing; get mean for something stupid. So I was somewhat relieved when I told him I wanted to break up.

"That's when things started to go really bad. I couldn't use my wand outside of school so I couldn't defend myself properly when the fists started flying. He dragged me to an alley and told me between punches that if I even so much as thought of leaving him the beating I was getting now would be like a light massage compared to what he'd do then. So when I was at home, I avoided him as much as possibly without it being obvious. I'd stay at school as often as I could and I tried girls for the first time. Everything was so weird for me. He found out I was a wizard the Christmas before I graduated. He thought I'd been lying to him about my school on purpose. He tried to snap my wand but it went off in his hands and I was finally able to run away. Lose him forever. I told my family that I was going to spend time with my friends before returning home. And we did just that. Hit the pubs, did magic away from the castle to test our freedom. And when I returned home my family told me that Hunter had moved away while I'd been out celebrating.

"So my life started to get back on track with work and catching up with mates and everything normal. Until I started to get packages. A small red snitch would be inside and inside that snitch would be a reed from the lake that I saved him from. Then always 2 weeks later he'd show up and try and take me away somewhere. I'd always charm him and escape then find somewhere new to go. I had to quite my quidditch team when he showed up at one of our practices and broke the nose of one of the other players when he was told to leave. It's why I came here. No muggle can find the place let alone get in the grounds but then I got another package - he'd hired another wizard to deliver it - and..I...I," Oliver looked at Harry, Harry who he'd missed so much, Harry who he had hurt. Eyes glazed over as he looked into those vivid green eyes. "I couldn't let him near you. You had enough to deal with! You didn't need my issues as well." His eyes had dropped to the ground and he didn't see the anger fill Harry's.

"Your issues? Your issues?! What about my issues?! Did you once stop to think that maybe, just maybe, I needed you here?! To help me with my issues?! That I may have completely broken down to find the man I love gone with only a NOTE LEFT BEHIND?!!"

Harry cursed himself again when the tears started to fall. He took a deep breath - still glaring at the man before him and said, "If you were so worried why'd you come back?"

"Because Hunter followed me into the war. But he didn't make it out. I knew it was safe to come back. I knew you probably hated me by now but I had to come back and see," he watched Harry, completely unblinking, waiting for his reaction.

"I hated you. Almost as much as any of the death eaters I was fighting. I was, and still am, so angry with you. But I couldn't stop loving you. And I tried. I tried to so much. I would hate myself when I'd find that I'd wake up calling out for you months after you'd gone. But I couldn't stop. I still love you." His voice scarcely a whisper, but Oliver caught it.

Oliver's heart swelled, utterly overjoyed. He slowly moved from his chair and pulled Harry from his to stand in front of him. He hesitated, giving Harry an out, before his pressed his lips against the smaller mans. It was wet and loud and undeniably perfect. Harry's arms wrapped themselves around Oliver's neck as Oliver's pulled Harry closer and their kiss deepened.

Locked in this way, as though time had stopped just for them, they stayed like this for what seemed like hours until the need to air forced its way between their joined mouths.

Oliver rested his head against his love's as they breathed together and once his lungs had had their fill he whispered in the others ear, "You have no idea how much I've missed you."

Im still completely displeased with much of this chapter but I promise the porn in the next chapter will make up for it *I hope*

The last Chapter Will probably end up as a Birthday Present for My lovely so IT WILL be done before christmas *laughs*there are a few other Fics I have to get done so we'll see how I go :D