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MY CAPTAIN
By dr_angelicus
dr_angelicus7@hotmail.com

DISCLAIMER: Characters don’t belong to me, they belong to JK Rowling, I am just playing with them.
PAIRING: Oliver Wood/Harry Potter.
CATEGORIES: R (Romance)
SUMARY: Harry forgets bad moments with uncle Vernon.
AUTHOR NOTES: (*)It makes references to my first fanfic ‘SHAKING UNDER THE SHEETS’, if you read it will help you to understand Harry in this fanfic. Please Feedback I really need it.
AN: I HAVE A REALLY BAD SPELLING, SO JUST TRY TO ENJOY IT!!!

Kill me!.
With kisses for an apprentice,
I like to love feeling bites in my ear.
Kill me!
I want to be yours,
to tie myself to this passion,
Make me happy .
Kill me!.
Make me feel
that I am magician and that
I can give you my soul.
In a smooth hug, In a sweet kiss
Make me able to dream again
Discovering the force
Within my being
Make me feel
That my life has begun again

SAG
+Harry’s POV+

I thought the beginning of my first course was so exciting, my world had changed suddenly and now every day I discovered something new spells, potions and I learned to fly on a broom. My first experience with the broom was frightful, the incident with Malfoy seemed to be the worse way to begin my flight classes ; but I also discovered that I had a natural talent for it, too professor McGonagall when she ignore my lack to the rules and I didn’t receive punishment, I receive my first great surprise, I would play Quidditch as seeker, this was really wonderful, that day I also knew him: Oliver Wood captain of the Gryffindor team; he is taller than me, he is well-built and his body is the one of a person who loves sports, anybody can still notice it with his robe on.. Oliver seemed to be very happy for my participation in the team and while he spoke with McGonagall he walked around me, his clear eyes examined my body from top to bottom and I was a little nervous; then he take me from the shoulder and inclined to see my ass.

---He is fine, he has good body.

I don’t know why, when I listened these words I blushed, I didn’t expect another boy examined my body and said something like that, it was something rare, I didn’t know well what he meant with that, but nobody never had watched me in that way.

--Yes professor McGonagall, he has the perfect body, is light and I suppose that he is agile.

-- Oh! Yes Wood, just a moments I saw as he caught this...
Both continued speaking about my incident with Malfoy, but I wasn’t listening , because I only could think about the way Oliver had his hand on my shoulder, I wasn’t used to the physical contact, at least not in that way, it seemed as he didn’t want to let to me go, he hold me firmly but he didn’t hurt me, that was an pleasant sensation, it seemed he was worried about me, as he tried to protect me... nobody did this for me. That same night in my dreams I remembered that day when uncle Vernon raped me.. * I awoke crying, I don’t know why but then I remembered Oliver’s hand on my shoulder.

In the following days some ones knew of my join to the team thanks to Fred and George; I told about that to Ron firts, he was fascinated and was almost happy as me, I was eager to begin play, but really I didn’t know anything about Quidditch, during the lunch I was thinking about it when the mail I arrive, some owls brought a long package and they left it in front of me, there was a note from professor McGonagall , the package was my Nimbus 2000 broom, that day at 7 would be my first practice with Oliver. I went to the Quidditch field minutes before seven, I never had been there, I was contemplating the field for a moment and then I rise in my broom and began to fly on the field.

***************** +Oliver’s POV+

I reach to the quidditch field precise at seven, but Harry already was there, I stopped meters far from the field, I was watching him flying, he seemed so agile, flying around as a small sparrow, his black hair moved against the wind, I was hypnotized with his movements he seemed to be an innate seeker.

Ever since I knew Harry, that day when McGonagall introduce us I thought that there was something special in him, not only the scar on his forehead that made him be the boy who lived, that day while I walked around him and watched him, was something in this boy who made so different: his thin body, his skin white as milk contrasted with his black hair, his glasses, all this made him see so fragile, younger; nevertheless his hidden emerald eyes behind those glasses are incomprehensible, his gaze reflect sadness, innocence, fear and power, all this mixed, he has a fascinating glance.

That one day when just for a moment he looked at my eyes, I felt so strange as if his gaze took of all my energy and soon he gave it back to me to the double, I never had seen eyes like those, I don’t understand how his glance can have so much power, after all he is just a kid; that day I held his shoulder firmly trying to understand his glance, he seemed so insecure, and I only thought about doing that, to keep my hand on his shoulder. I don’t know why I did that, but I felt that I must and that made me happy as I felt when I was seeing him flying on the Quidditch field.

--Hey! Come here Potter.

***************** +Harry’s POV+

I didn’t realize Oliver’s arrival , when he called me there was him, with a box under his arm smiling, I do not know why but each time I see Oliver he his smiling, I know he is very responsible and strict about Quidditch, but when he is smiling that make feel so secure. I landed next to him and he began to explain me Quidditch, I tried to pay attention in what he was saying and I repeated the names of the balls: quaffle, bludgers and snitch, it seemed very simple so we began the practice, Oliver left the box opened next to him and bludgers was shaking the locks; that was something simple, Oliver threw golf balls and I caught them, that was very easy, some times after catching the ball I turned around to see Oliver and he was smiling, he seemed excited. We were practicing only 20 minutes, when I followed a ball suddenly I felt that something struck the handle of my broom, everything was very fast, I only remember to be falling to the ground.

***************** +Oliver’s POV+
Harry seemed to understand Quidditch, whenever I threw a ball he caught it quickly, flying fast on his Nimbus 2000, his hair shaken by the wind, he seemed to have been born for this, a long time ago we didn’t have a seeker like Harry; I don’t believe that we were practicing for a long time, I only listen the noise of a chain breaking and then that bludger flew towards Harry and knocked over him, as fast as I can I catch the bludger and I put it in the box, I ran where Harry was, he didn’t seem hurt, only a bit stunned, I kneel down next to him and I hold him in my arms, he was confused, because he was trying to put himself up and speak.

-- N-no, Oliver I’m sorry I didn’t saw that bludger, but please... I’ll do better.

Harry was anxious, so I hug him firmly on my chest trying to calm him, he was so nervous but he seemed to understand and he put his hand on my shoulder and rested his head on my chest, he was calmed and breathing slowly again. The boy closed his eyes and was in silence for a moment.

--- Don’t worry Harry, it was my mistake, I didn’t take care of that bludgers and it escaped, sorry, was my fault.

He still quiet, he seemed slept or something like that, he was smiling and rested his head on me, he saw like a person who never had been hugged, as if he didn’t want that moment finished. I felt very strange, I had hugged many people in my life: mom, dad and my teammates, but nobody had reacted like this; then Harry opened his eyes, and he looked me fixedly I couldn’t avoid his gaze, I was seeing the depth of his emerald eyes and I saw my own reflection in them, his eyes filled of tears and he was smiling.

-- Oliver, thanks to be here to protect me, thanks to take care of me.

His words said so many things to me, so many feelings and emotions, but I couldn’t answer nothing, a strong impulse in me made me put my lips on his. I kiss him there in the middle of the Quidditch field!!, I admit it wasn’t my first time that was in a situation like that, I already had passed... special moments with my teammates, YES also with Fred and George. But now it was different, that was about Harry Potter the boy who lived, when we finished kissing Harry was smiling while he caressed my cheek, looking me fixedly and I lost myself in his emerald eyes.

***************** + Harry’s POV+

I never had been hugged, never been touched by anybody in that way, the only way which I had felt the skin of somebody else was by slaps and blows I received in the Dursley’s house, uncle Vernon punished me in that way, shortly before when I came to Hogwarts he forced to me to fuck whit him... * But this time that was very different, Oliver hug me tight but he didn’t hurt me, his hug was warm and comfortable, he made me feel secure; I didn’t want to open my eyes I was only enjoying the warm of his arms and when I opened my eyes words left my mouth, I don’t remember what I said, I only remember that I felt happy and sad at the same time. Then Oliver approached his face to mine and he kissed me, that was a brief kiss, his lips were soft as soon as them touched mine I felt that warm in me, that was something unknowing to me, there was no pain , I didn’t feel fear or wanted to escape, I felt as if the warm of his kiss invaded all my body then our lips separated.

-- H-Harry I’m sorry, I didn’t should do it but I couldn’t stop, I don’t know if your are—

Oliver was ashamed and he was avoiding my gaze, maybe he thought that I was gotten upset or I felt attacked; he was bent as if he was waiting for a reclamation from me.

-- Oliver, could you kiss to me again?.

I was holding his face in my hands, he was surprised, I believe he didn’t wait for that answer, I don’t know why I said that, I only wanted to feel his warm lips. Oliver approach his face again and kissed me, I laid down on the ground, my hand caressed his hair, he kissed me again and again, his lips just touched mine but with each kiss I felt his hot on my skin; his lips touched my cheeks, my eyes, my forehead he was so gentile, then he began to unbutton my robe and shirt sliding one hand from my chest to my tights, I could feel his thumb on my nipple doing small circles, a tickle crossed all my body. I was moaning.

-- Oh! Yes Oliver, please I want your skin on my chest.

My captain began to unbutton his robe while his lips slid to my neck, then I could feel his warm chest against mine, I felt as if I was burning I put my hands on his back and hug him tight , my arms felt so small on his wide well-built and smooth back, I was moaning when I felt his tongue licking my nipple and I clung to his back.

-- Oliver, make me feel more please.

***************** +Oliver’s POV+

-- Are you sure Harry?, I can stop if you want.

-- No please, don’t stop, that feels so good, I never felt like this.

-- Harry are you virgin… ?

It seemed as if he guessed my question and interrupted me, he hug me tight, rested his cheek on mine and whispered to my ear.

-- Don’t ask me, please, I don’t want to remember that.

I could I felt his thin arms on my back, Harry was dealing with not thinking about something, I understood him and hug him, his body felt so small; soon he began to kiss my cheeks, his lips were thin, I could feel his breath in my skin and he was moaning. I continued kissing his neck, licking his nipple, Harry’s skin tasted sweet as pumpkin juice and smelled like a kid to talc, jam and chocolate. My head was on his chest and Harry’s hands on my hair I could hear him moaning, I caressed his smooth belly and unbutton his trousers, Harry’s cock pressed against the fabric, I slid my hand under his boxers he was so warm, Harry moaned and he closed his eyes, I rested my head on his chest and could hear his heart beating fast. His skin under the boxers was so smooth, without hair, he was just a child; Harry put one of his hands on his mouth and bit one of his fingers, a small moan escaped of his throat and then I felt my I hand wet.

--I’m sorry Oliver, I couldn’t... this is so embarrassing.

Harry was trying to apologize, maybe he thought that it would bother me, he was blushed and closed his eyes.

-- Shhh.. don’t worry, all’s O. K.

***************** +Harry’s POV+

He was gentle, so comprehensive, with those words he made me feel calm again, I enjoyed each touch of his hands, of his lips, Oliver did all the possible to I enjoyed it, each movement that he towards, he was thinking in me. He kiss me on my cheek and smiled, he began to took off my boxers and trousers, I raised my hips to help and took off my shirt, I was using my robe like a sheet, there I was undressed, leaned back on the grass in the middle of the Quidditch field, I began to touch my chest and raised a bit my leg, I was touching my buttocks feeling a great heat within them, the cold wind touched my body, Oliver was laid down next to me, watching me.

-- you are beautiful.
I blushed and turned my head to him, he was smiling and I felt happy, felt safe, there was Oliver Wood my captain; he inclined on me and began to kiss me, slid his hand to my crotch and I felt gently his wet fingers by me in my rump, pressing against that warm point, I was moaning while he kissed me; I felt his fingers to slide carefully in me, trying to don’t hurt me, he was doing that for a while, making circles with his fingers inside me, I breathed anxiously, my heart beat faster and faster I was hugging him tight, I felt so small in his arms.

I listen to his zip and soon his fingers leave me, he raise my hips and placed my legs around his hips; then I felt his hard flesh pressing in my entrance, all my body was hot.

-- Harry do you know I a I am going to do?

--Yes, you’re going to ...

--No, if you don’t want!.

He interrupted me ashamed , he always thinks about me first, in my feelings, he’s adorable.

-- Oliver please, make me forget everything, I don’t want to remember my past, I want to begin again.

I was watching him fixedly to his eyes, my face was blushed, I closed my eyes and I moaned when Oliver entered in me, that was so different to my first time, he was gentile, trying to make me enjoy it , he stopped when I moaned, he didn’t hurt me even though he was completely inside me, he was still until I opened my eyes and smiled.

-- Thanks Oliver, you make me feel that my life have begun again.

He continued pressing his hips against my ass, I tightened my rope in my fingers, I didn’t want this finished.

*****************

Now I am here in the dressing room, this is my first match, I’m entering in the field and crew’s shouts are deafening, I want to vomit, I’m shaking, but I turned around next to me and there is Oliver, smiling.

-- Are you ready Harry?

-- Yes captain!.

All my fears dissipate and I feel that I can fly without a broom, seeing his smile.

THE END
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