Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Author's Note: The idea for this story came when I saw an action figure of Harry Potter called Extreme Quidditch... Many thanks to Veer for beta-work, inspiration and down right silly conversations!
"Harry!", a delighted Oliver Wood exclaimed as he saw his old friend Harry Potter walk towards Quality Quidditch Supplies.
"Hello Oliver", Harry said while giving him a hug. "Congratulations on the Championship!"
Oliver's face almost split in two from the happy smile he gave Harry. He and his team, Puddlemere United had won the national championship. "Um, Harry, do you have time for a drink at The Three Broomsticks, or are you expected somewhere?"
Harry shook his head. "Nah, Dray is in Ireland on business. Won't be home till this Saturday, he owled this morning."
Oliver could only look at him, amazed.
"You called him Dray!"
Harry blushed. "Yes I do. I like it better than Draco anyway."
Meanwhile, they had been making their way towards The Three Broomsticks. When they were seated and had ordered their drinks, Harry looked at Oliver expectantly.
"So, what did you want to talk to me about Oliver?"
"Well, since the National Quidditch League has its anniversary this year, they've issued a challenge. To invent a new form of Quidditch." Oliver said, excitement clearly showing. He was talking in the same way as he had when he and Harry had played Quidditch together for their House's team at Hogwarts. "And, I've been thinking hard about this, and I've thought of a version that I could enter."
Harry listened while slowly sipping his butterbeer.
"What is it?" he asked.
"Extreme Quidditch!" Oliver exclaimed.
Harry merely raised an eyebrow. "Quidditch isn't extreme enough the way it is??" he asked, thinking back to the times he almost got knocked out by a bludger-gone-mental, and the many bruises he'd gotten during his Quidditch years.
"You don't understand, Harry. I'm taking it to the next level!" Oliver said, clearly in a convince-Harry-mode. "Only thing to do now is decide what level...." he finished.
Harry thought about it, and slowly got more and more into it. His eyes started shining with enthousiasm. "Do you know who we should talk to about this?" he asked Oliver. "Fred and George Weasley!"
Oliver was now practically bouncing for joy. "Good plan Harry! But I'd like to keep it a bit of a secret until everything is a bit more worked out. Don't want to run the risk of someone overhearing our precise and precious wink wink plans, you know?"
"Are you busy tonight?" Harry asked. "I've got the rest of this week off, so it wouldn't be a problem to meet a my place. We could swing by the twins now and see if they can make it too. We could start tonight with talking about that next level."
After having finished their drinks, they swung by Weasley's Wizard's Weezes. Needless to say that the twins were very enthousiastic.
That night, the four of them gathered at Harry's flat. With a drink each they started talking about new and or improved rules. To help them with that, they had Harry's edition of Quidditch Through The Ages standing by.
They wrote the following rules down on a piece of parchment:
1. The rings were to be bigger and on fire. 2. To score with the Quaffle, the player (Chaser) had to hold the Quaffle and fly with it through the burning hoops. 3. Keepers, like Chasers, were allowed to move all over the field. 4. The Bludgers were to have more speed than they already had.
By this time Oliver was really getting into it. So much so, that George whispered with an awefilled voice to Fred "It's like we're back at Hogwarts!" They decided to see how far Oliver would go.
"Hey Oliver", they said.
"How about we have the Bludgers be on fire too?" George said.
Suddenly the room was very very quiet.
Harry looked at the twins. The twins looked at Harry. Then they looked at Oliver. All broke out in huge grins.
"Done!" they all said.
"We really should have practice matches you know, to try all this out", Harry said. "Otherwise we'll never know if it works. And maybe while playing we'll find other things to add to the list."
The twins now has such big smiles on their faces that Harry feared that their faces might break in two.
"We'll write to Bill and Charlie, to see if they have more ideas?", Fred offered.
"And I'll talk to Ron and Ginny.", George said. "Um guys," Harry said. "Could you not mention any of this to Dray?", he asked.
"Harry why? He likes Quidditch too, I know that for a fact!", Oliver said.
"I know. But do you remember after the last fight I had that I was out cold for about 2 weeks?"
They all nodded.
"Well, Dray had it really tough during those weeks. Since then he's been....... protective. I've told him that that's two years ago now, but he's still having a hard time when it even looks like I'm having a bruise. And looking at these new rules, I'd say I run a high risk of starting up my bruise collection again. So, until we have a steady plan to present, I don't want him to know."
They all received a stern look, just a level away from a certified Malfoy glare.
While Harry was in his kitchen fetching them all new drinks, an owl was tapping against his living room window. Fred let the owl in, took the letter, gave it some food and water and let it out again. Harry came back into the room and took the letter from Fred. His face lit up when he looked at the handwriting.
"A letter from Dray.", he explained. "Come to think about it, guys, it might be a good idea to tell Ron not to tell Hermione about this either. She and Dray are getting along extremely fine and I don't want her telling him. Besides, she worries just as much as Draco. After all, Ron came out even worse than I did."
They all nodded. Ron had been life threateningly hurt after the final battle. It had taken a lot of Madam Pomfrey's powers and help from Prof. Snape to get him back to the land of the living.
It soon became clear that Harry had trouble keeping his attention to the conversation and that he'd much rather read his letter. They decided to call it a night and to meet once they knew who was working with them on this. Upon leaving, Oliver managed to say to Harry "We need to talk soon, without any of the Weasleys present."
Harry asked softly "Ginny?" and Oliver nodded.
"Come by tomorrow night if you can. I'm not going anywhere."
Harry had known for years that Oliver had a huge crush on Ginny. It must've been at least 4 years now. He knew that Ginny liked Oliver, but not how much. Oliver was hesitant in his approach. The Weasley brothers had gained a bit of a reputation with the way they scared away any guy who wasn't good enough in their eyes and suspected might be looking at their sister in an improprer way. Harry knew of all their methods because he was considered to be their 6th brother, especially after he'd turned out to be gay and dating Draco Malfoy.
The next evening Oliver did come over to talk to Harry.
"So Oliver, you wanted to talk to me about Ginny?" Harry decided to cut to the chase. No need to pretend he didn't know what this was all about.
"Are you finally going to do something about it now?"
Oliver looked up with a slightly panicked look on his face. "You know I want to but I'm ......... I hate to admit this Harry......but I'm afraid for what the rest of her brothers are going to do when they find out."
Harry nodded in understanding. He had been a first hand witness with some of the ways they had scared of some of Ginny's suitors. They, of course, chose to call it "looking out for our baby sister". And if he hadn't been there, he'd received multiple owls telling him about it in great detail. It drove Ginny nuts, but there was very little she could do about it. Harry knew because she'd come complaining to him about it more than once.
Suddenly he thought of something. "Oliver, I might have an idea but I'll need to talk to Dray about it. If he doesn't agree, it's useless. He'll be home Saturday, right, so I'll talk to him about it and then I'll let.....
"Honey I'm home!"
Draco had just apparated into the flat. Harry's face lit up like a million candles. "Dray you're home!" was all he could manage before he was squashed in a very tight hug.
"We have compa..." Harry tried to get in before his mouth was otherwise occupied in a very passionate kiss.
Draco must've really missed Harry, Oliver mused, as he saw the former bane of Harry's existence kiss him like there was no tomorrow..
"....ny", Harry managed to finish his sentence between gasps for air.
"Oh, hello Wood", Draco greeted him in his usual drawl. "Didn't see you there."
"No, that was quite obvious.", Oliver answered. "Harry I'll go now. Thanks for the talk, although short. I'd like to hear from you about what you've thought of. Now go celebrate that Draco's home, ok?" With that he left the flat with a similar POOF! that Draco had arrived with.
When Harry looked back at Draco one look was enough for them to lock the place up and retreat to the bedroom..........
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