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"Oh come on," Oliver smirked. "You? Famous AND handsome? You must be able to get anyone you want." Of course, he knew that using your fame to get attention wasn't the same as finding a real person to relate to.
Harry blushed. He didn't really think he was all that handsome, but he wasn't about to protest. "If I was ever in a place with people besides everyone I went to school with who couldn't care less about me, possibly I'd have a chance. Things have been a little weird for the last year or so." He didn't even know that many guys who were into guys among the people he'd been stuck with, and he'd been too busy trying to get his mind off romance in the brief period of time they were free.
Oliver sighed. "Yeah. I'd been trying to stay away, you know. Get back into quidditch shape." He patted his abs. "But now I'm right back here. I can't get away." He cast a glance at harry. He looked really good in the streetlight.
Harry's attention was dragged to Oliver's spectacular abs for a moment. They seemed to have wandered into a fairly deserted area, or maybe it was just late. He raised his gaze up to Oliver's face. "Looks like we're in the same boat," he said quietly. "Unless you... get your situation resolved." He wondered why he'd never thought about Oliver that way. Maybe it was because their age differences seemed so large when he was eleven. Now it was really insignificant. And Oliver was gorgeous.
Oliver looked down at Harry. He licked his lips as suddenly something occurred to him. He and Harry... well there was nothing stopping them from... now Oliver really was blushing. He felt like the thoughts were written on his face. "Malfoys an idiot," he murmured.