A/N: I'm pretty sure this is coming out on a Saturday, if not, I'm either ahead of what I think I'll be (I write these early on. It's inspiring. I also really like to write as if I'm talking to someone when I'm totally not.) or behind. I thought I'd have the time to write today, but… ugh school, and ugh, math, and ugh, singing and ugh, dentists and totally not ugh, babysitting adorable little boys, or babysitting an adorable little boy while his older brother (?) watched a movie upstairs. I also actually wrote a blurb I'm either going to add to the story or have as a sideline for this story, and it's just… I couldn't pass up the opportunity! It was too good! You'll see later.

Anyways, I've been forgetting this, but I, sadly, DO NOT, own any of the characters, except the OC's, and I am not doing this for anything but my own personal enjoyment and any spelling mistakes is just me being stupid…. Oh, and, I was told that Harry not getting along with his friend's was weird, but I'll add that in later, when Olli's Hogwart's friends arrive on the scene… Also, Olli's reasons for being at Hogwarts will later be explained too. It's not that I have this seriously plot out, it's more just… me relying on what feels right at the moment. - AGAIN, MORE CHANGES. I JUST DID WHAT I FORGOT WHEN I UPLOADED THIS, which was, I changed "Polkis, Olli" to "Polkis, Oliver"….


"I can't believe we just did that!" Harry groaned, his flushed face pressing against Olli's hicky covered neck. Both boys were panting and… Messy, to say the least.

"While, we did." Olli said, with a chuckle, his dark hair wispy and light around his flushed face. "And it was awesome! No worries of Aunt Jean, or Piersy coming in…"

"Ugh, don't remind me!" Harry said, remembering the one time- one time, that Piers had walked in on them giving each other hand jobs. He still didn't know who it was worse for, him, or Piers, who had still looked pale after nearly a month.

"I'll try not to, baby, but for a price." Olli said, grinning at Harry like the cat who had gotten the cream.

"Fuck that… I thought I was the one in charge here." Harry said, grinning, as he grinded down on the taller boy, making him gasp and plead 'mercy'.

"Polkis, Oliver." Minerva McGonagall called out, her voice strong, pushing out the many worries and daydreams out of Olli's head. He walked up to the stool, his face clear despite many of the murky, dark thoughts that swam in and out of his consciousness. The thought of Harry dumping him if he ended up in Slytherin. The thought of being alone, so far away from home and all his usual creature comforts. He doubted that Hogwarts was anything like Salem, and he'd undoubly be lost if it wasn't for Harry.

Don't be afraid, an unknown voice said, as the sorting hat sat gently on his head, your thoughts are so depressing I could hear them before I even touched your head, you have more anxiety than little Harry Potter did when he sat upon my stool.

What would Harry have to be afraid of? Olli asked, He's a Gryffindor, through and through. Me? I'm a slimly Slytherin and he'll dump me for sure, just like M-he-who-shall-not-be-talked-about-or-thought-abou t.

Oh? You really think so? The hat asked. Little Harry Potter, who insisted to be placed in Gryffindor, despite the fact that I thought he'd do brilliantly in Slytherin, just like you shall.

Harry? A Slytherin? You must be going crazy, . Olli thought, chuckling a bit, unaware of the rest of the hall's mumbles over what was taking so long.

Oh, I'm not. Harry had ambitions, but he did not wish to be great, mistaking greatness for power hungry. The hat replied. And I am not going crazy, and please set the wayward Slytherin-Gryff straight, Mr. Polkis.

"SLYTHERIN!" The Hat called out. Olli smiled as it was slipped off his head again, and he walked, straight-backed, towards his new house table, refusing to glance at Harry incase his little Gryff decided that he wasn't the one he wanted anymore.

Harry sighed as he waited for Olli to be sorted. It felt like there was a million kids before his boyfriend, even if that wasn't true at all.

"Harry." Hermione said quietly, as Ron and Ginny were distracted by the sorting.

"Hermione." Harry replied, glancing at her.

"I'm sorry." She said simply, glancing at Ron, who seemed to be talking to both Ginny and Seamus about Quidditch.

"You should be." Harry remarked, ignoring her as Olli was called up to the stool. He watched as Olli closed his eyes, listening completely to the sorting hat. At the other boy's slightly surprised expression, Harry frowned, especially when it got to be more, and more surprised, before Olli grinned a little, chuckling at whatever the sorting had had said.

"SLYTHERIN!" The hat called out. Harry grinned, and slowly clapped. He had expected Olli to get Slytherin, the other boy was just too… Sneaky not too. The grey-blue eyed boy often distracted him from doing important things (i.e. yard work for the Dursley's that ended up with him spending two days at the Polkis's.) He kept his smile bright, despite the fact that he couldn't help but be worried when Olli didn't look at him on his way to his new table.

A/N: I'm definitely cheating on Sempiternal, the album. Other than the first chapter, I haven't listened to the album while writing. It's currently Taima (IDK if this is the name, it's kind of hard to read, and it's especially hard because Taima means some variation of "stop it" or "don't", and I only hear it when someone's annoyed at you or angry at you for doing something you shouldn't.) by Elisapie Isaac, from Northern Quebec (like, seriously northern northern Quebec). So far, my favourite song on the album is Sugami (why), but Remaining for You is good too… I feel like this is short but I want to go to sleep maybe and this felt like the place to end it. I'm just going with what feels right, I guess… Reviews are welcomed, so are semi-mean critiques! (It's not hard to write nice criticism, is it? But then again, I'm Canadian, so… I kind of do that whole, nice-nice-nice-nice-nice to the point of annoyance thing.)

Fun fact: I don't have one currently, here's a joke instead, A man went to a zoo. The only animal in the zoo was a dog. It was a shitzu.

If that doesn't tickle your fancy, What's green and has four wheels? Grass!