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Oliver Wood

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ERIK entered the common room quietly, his arithmancy book in hand. He quickly scanned the area for the familiar face of Daniel. He smiled when he noticed him, and took quick strides. His blonde hair seemed to float about him, a bit mussed up and out of its ponytail today. He sat next to Daniel, and smiled.

"Hey." He said softly.

Danny looked up from his Arithmancy book and smiled happily. "Hey! How are you doing?"

"Good, how about you, Danny?" he smiled, and snuggled a bit against him. "You seem to have the same idea I did." He chuckled softly.

"What, studying Arithmancy?" Danny leaned against him companiably. "I'm doing pretty good.
Got everything done that I wanted to so I thought I'd do a bit of extra studying."

"Same here." he smiled warmly. "Nice to study rather than have dinner..." He chuckled.

"You didn't eat dinner?"

"I never do." He said softly.

"But... that's not good for you! Aren't you starving?" Danny asked worriedly.

He shrugged. "Only a little...I'll be fine."

"Do you eat anything at all?"

"Sometimes for breakfast." He said softly, fiddling with his book and wondering why people seemed to make such a big deal about it. "Or for lunch...and when I go to Hogsmeade."

"You've got to eat more," Danny said firmly. "Especially now that you're a Beater. You need all the strength you can get."

"But I don't get hungry very often."

"But still." Danny poked him. "I don't want you to get sick or something."

He batted his hand away. "Haven't yet."

"Promise me you'll eat something?"

"When?" He asked, wrapping his arms around him.

"Every day." Danny leaned against Erik.

"I do eat every day...Breakfast." he said softly, stroking Daniel's hair.

"More then once," Danny added. "Mmm, that feels good."

He smiled. "It does?" He asked softly.

"Yeah. Very relaxing," Danny murmured.

He smiled. "Wanna go outside?" he asked, then checked his watch. "Damn..never mind. Want to go upstairs? Less people watching." he offered.

"Whose room?"

"Yours." He said, standing.

"Sounds good." Danny stood up and stretched. He grabbed his book then started towards the
stairs. He grabbed his own book, following.

Once they were out of sight from the common room, Danny kissed Erik deeply. "Hi."

Erik kissed back, blushing and smiling. "Hey." he said softly, wrapping his arms around his waist. "It was getting hard to not do that..." he smiled vageuly up at him.

"It was," Danny kissed Erik's forehead. "Good thing you suggested going upstairs..."
Erik smiled. "Yeah." he said softly, nuzzling his cheek. "I know...I'm so glad that only the first years tend to go to bed early."

Danny lightly ran his fingers through Erik's hair. "And that the few people left are too busy
studying to notice anything else going on."

He smiled, and kissed him. "Yes..." he sighed softly, then nuzzled. "Scared?" he saked suddenly, taking his hand and leading him the rest of the way to his room.

He blinked. "You mean about meeting your relatives?"

He nodded quietly. "Mother's excited...I told her...about us." He blushed.

Danny stopped in the middle of the room. "You... what?"

"Don't be mad." He said softly, looking out the window. "...I told my mother. It's part why she wanted to meet you."

"No, I'm not mad. Just..." He ran a hand through his hair. "She's... okay with this, with us?"

He smiled a little. "She took it worse than my grandmother, but yes. Now she's all right with it. She just wants to make sure that you would not mistreat me." he said softly, walking over and kissing his cheek. "Grandmother finds it a bit amusing."

"Amusing?" Danny reached for Erik's hand.

"That's what she wrote, I don't know what she means." he took Danny's hand and smiled a little.

"Oh." Danny sighed softly. "They hate me. I know it."

He kissed him softly. "They don't." He said softly, sitting on Danny's bed. "Just...my dad doesn't know about us." he warned softly.

Danny sat next to him and buried his face in his hands. "I'm going to say something stupid."

"You aren't.." He hugged him.

Danny clung to Erik. "I hope not. I don't want to embarrass you."

Erik kissed him deeply, hugging him close. "You won't embarrass me." He smiled warmly. "Don't worry...." he said gently, stroking his hair.

"I'll try not to." Danny kissed Erik softly.

He kissed back. "Have you thought about the dance?" he asked softly.

"What about it?"

"Well..." He blushed. "Want to go with me?" he asked softly, taking his hand.

Danny's eyes lit up. "I'd love to!"

He smiled, and blushed. "We'd have to go as friends, of course."

Danny gave him a lingering kiss. "I think we can manage that. I hope."

He smiled. "if it gets to be too much we can always head to the grounds." he said softly.

Danny nuzzled Erik. "Promise?"

He nuzzled back. "Promise promise."

"I swear on the Mighty Quaffle," Danny grinned.

He chuckled softly, and smiled warmly at him. "My mother's Italian." he said softly, picking up Daniel's plush quaffle and playing with it.

"She is?" Danny had already become accustomed to Erik's habit of random subject changes and
was very rarely thrown off by it anymore.

He nodded quietly. "She and my grandmother speak it fluently, I only know a little." he smiled warmly. "And my father has nordic blood, his mother was from Sweden...father British..."

"My family is Irish right down to the blood and bone, everyone of us." Danny said.

"Really?" He smiled, then blushed. "I love your accent."

Danny blushed. "Thank you." He winked. "Though I have to say I think it's you who has the

He grinned. "I do not!" he chuckled. "Everyone else does."

"You're mistaken, I'm afraid." Danny tickled Erik gleefully.

He squealed, and batted at him. "Danny!"

"Everyone aspires having the Irish accent, you know."

He stuck out his tongue, and wrapped his arms around Daniel. "silly..."

Danny promptly captured said tongue. "Maybe, but I'm still right."

Erik blushed, relaxing and looking up at Daniel.

Danny kissed Erik again, gently this time. "We probably ought to get some sleep."

"Yeah." Erik said softly, smiling a bit. "I kind of wish there wasn't the dance this year." he said softly, grabbing the night clothes he had left there the previous night.

"How come?" Danny peered.

"Less people." He said softly, halfway through changing.

"Less people?"

"Yes...well, I've been told there are very few people who normally stay over winter holidays."

"Oh. I see what you mean." Danny reached under the bed and pulled out his pajamas. "Looks like some people are still going home, though."

"Of course, it's Christmas." he said softly, laying down.

Danny finished changing and curled up next to Erik. "But we'll still have a good time."

"Yeah." he smiled, wrapping his arms around Danny. He kissed him softly.

"Sleep well," Danny murmured sleepily.

"You too." he whispered, and fell asleep.

Danny kissed Erik's cheek then closed his eyes. A few minutes later, he was asleep as well.
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