A Strange Breakfast
Harry sank down into an empty seat at the breakfast table, Ron sitting besides him. Hermione was already sat opposite them, buttering a slice of toast and firing Harry an odd look that was very, very happy. He glared at her, he hadn't needed to tell her what had happened for her to guess correctly. He'd been kissed by Oliver Wood! Witch.
"So, Harry. Have you seen Oliver or Percy? They're not.. Oh! Hello" The two mentioned boys came and sat themselves into the spare seats beside the trio. Percy sat beside Harry, and Oliver besides Hermione. "Hello gang, Behaving?" Percy smiled strangely cheerful. Oliver looked just as happy and merely smiled at the gang sending a hot red flush up Harry's spine at the memory of those now stretched lips pressed against his own. He ducked his head down and quickly grabbed a slice of toast and a hash brown from nearby plates, Hermione cackling loudly. The two Weasleys shared a look of confusion with Oliver reached out to tap the empty space on the table between Percy and Harry's plates. Harry's head shot up, large eyes magnified by his glasses. The hand holding the toast folded over the hash browns visibly quivered. Oliver noted he looked like a deer caught in head lights as the boy's cheeks took a rosy shade of pink. "You ok there, Potter?" Oliver leant over the table, putting a hand on Harry's shoulder and he could feel that the boy's hand wasn't the only part of his body shaking. Harry had seen Oliver's pink tongue as he'd pronounced there and the boy had gone into hyper shock. That tongue had been in his mouth.. Heck, the way Oliver had kissed him, down his throat!
Harry Promptly dropped his toast and hash browns and began stammering. He rose but Percy quickly pulled him back into his seat, stating, in a motherly impression, "You shouldn't skip breakfast! It's the most important meal of the day". Harry gave a confused nod and sat unmoving in his seat. Ron and Percy coaxed the young lad back into eating as Dumbledore and several other teachers shuffled in to eat a quick breakfast. Harry was still rather pink but was actually managing to function on his own accord, as long as he didn't look or talk to Oliver.
He suddenly felt something soft and fuzzy pushing at the hem of his trouser leg and up his shin. "Bloody Hell, Oliver!" Harry leapt up, knee's hitting the table and the gryffindors around them stared at the Boy-Who-Lived. Hermione pissed herself at Percy's smirk. This time Oliver was blushing too.
Author's Notes: Well this was inspired by A Strange Encounter by Donotsrock.. and is a follow on fic kinda.. sorta the next morning from Harry's Point of view :D