My Captain

MY CAPTAIN

AUTHOR: Dr. Angelicus (dr_angelicus@hotmail.co.uk)
DISCLAIMER: The characters belong to JK Rowling, I am just playing with them.
PAIRING: Oliver Wood/Harry Potter.
RAITING: R
SUMARY: \"All my fears dissipate and I feel that I can fly without a broom, watching his smile.\"
AUTHOR NOTES: (*) This story refers to my first fanfic “TREMBLING UNDER THE SHEETS.” If you read
it first it will help you to understand Harry in this fic
BETA: Susan (Whelchel)

+Harry’s POV+

I thought the first days of my first year were so exciting. My world had changed suddenly and now every day I discovered something new: spells, potions and learning to fly on a broom. My first experience on a broom was frightful. The incident with Malfoy seemed to be the worse way to begin my flight lessons; but I also discovered I had a natural talent for it. Professor McGonagall realized that too when she ignored my breaking of the rules and I didn’t receive detention, instead I received my first great surprise. I would play Quidditch as seeker. This was really wonderful. That day I meet him too: Oliver Wood, Gryffindor\'s team captain. He is taller than me, he is well-built and his body is the one of a person who loves sports, anybody can notice it even with his robes on.. Oliver seemed to be very happy about 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 took me by the shoulder and inclined his head to see my buttocks.

“He is fine; his body is perfect.”

I don’t know why, but when I heard those words I blushed. I didn’t expect another boy would examine my body and say something like that. It was something odd. I didn’t know just what he meant with that, but nobody ever had watched me in that way.

“Yes, Professor McGonagall, he\'s perfect. He is light in weight and I suppose he is agile.”

“Oh! Yes, Wood, just some moments ago I saw when 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 being touched in that kind of way. Usually when some one touches me it\'s to cause me pain. It seemed he didn’t want to let me go. He held me firmly but he didn’t hurt me, and that was a pleasant sensation. It seemed he was worried about me, like if he was trying to protect me. Nobody did this for me before.

That same night in my dreams I remembered that day when uncle Vernon raped me... * I awoke crying. I didn’t know why but then I remembered Oliver’s hand on my shoulder.

In the next few days some people knew of my joining the team thanks to Fred and George. I told it to Ron first. He was fascinated and was almost as happy as me. I was eager to begin play, but I really didn’t know anything about Quidditch. During lunch I was thinking about it when the mail arrived. Some owls brought a long package and they left it in front of me. There was a note from Professor McGonagall saying the package was my Nimbus 2000 and that day at 7 would be my first practice with Oliver.

I went to the Quidditch field some minutes before seven. I never had been there. I contemplated the field for a moment and then I rose on my broom flying over the field.

****************************************** +Oliver’s POV+

I reached the Quidditch field at seven o\'clock but Harry was already there, I was some feet from the field. I was watching him flying, he seemed so agile flying around like a small sparrow, his black hair all messed up for the wind. I was hypnotized with his movements, He seemed to be an innate seeker.

Ever since I meet Harry that day when McGonagall introduced us I thought there was something special in him, not only the scar on his forehead which made him be the “Boy Who Lived”, but there was something in this boy which made him so different: his thin body, his skin white as milk contrasted with his black hair, his glasses. All of this made him seem so fragile, younger. Nevertheless, his emerald eyes hidden behind those glasses are incomprehensible; his gaze reflects sadness, innocence, fear and power, all that mixed. He has a fascinating gaze.

That day when just for a moment he looked at my eyes I felt so strange as if his gaze took all my energy. Soon he gave it back to me doubled. 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 gaze. 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, just as I felt when I was watching him flying on the Quidditch field.

“Hey! Come here Potter.”


******************************************* +Harry’s POV+

I didn’t realize Oliver had arrived when he called me. He was there with a box under his arm, smiling. I do not know why but each time I see Oliver he is smiling, I know he is very responsible and strict about Quidditch, but when he is smiling he makes me feel so secure. I landed next to him and he began to explain Quidditch. I tried to pay attention to him. I repeated the names of the balls: quaffle, bludgers and snitch. It seemed very simple so we began to practice. Oliver left the box opened next to him and the bludgers were shaking the locks,. we started with 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 had been practicing for only 20 minutes, then suddenly when I followed a ball I felt something strike the handle of my broom, everything was very fast. I only remember falling to the
ground.

***************************************** +Oliver’s POV+

It seemed Harry understood 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 think we had been practicing for a long time, I only remember I heard the noise of a chain breaking and then that bludger flew towards Harry and hit his broomstick As fast as I could I caught the bludger and I put it in the box, then I ran toward Harry., He didn’t seem hurt, only a bit stunned, I kneeled down next to him and I held him in my arms, but he was confused, because he was trying to sit himself up and speak.

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

Harry was stunned, so I hugged him firmly against my chest trying to calm him. He was a bit confused but he seemed to understand and he put his hand on my shoulder and rested his head on my chest. He calmed and began breathing slowly again. The boy closed his eyes and was silent for a moment.

”Don’t worry Harry, it was my mistake, I didn’t take care of that bludger and it escaped. Sorry, it was my fault. “

He was quiet for a while. He seemed asleep or something like that. He was smiling and resting his head on me. He seemed like a person who had never been hugged before, as if he didn’t want that moment to finish. 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 at me fixedly. I couldn’t avoid his gaze. I was watching the depth of his emerald eyes and I saw my own reflection in them. His eyes were filled with tears and he was smiling.

-“Oliver, thanks for being here to protect me, thanks for taking care of me.“

Those words said so many things to me, so many feelings and emotions, but I couldn’t answer. A strong impulse in me made me put my lips on his. I kissed him there in the middle of the Quidditch field!! I admit it wasn’t the first time I was in a situation like that, I already had spent... special moments with my teammates (YES, also with Fred and George). But then it was different, this 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 had never been hugged, never been touched by anybody in that way. The only way in which I had felt the touch of somebody else was by the slaps and blows I received in the Dursley’s house. Uncle Vernon punished me in that way. Shortly before I came to Hogwarts he abused me... * But this time that was very different. Oliver hugged me tightly but he didn’t hurt me. His hug was warm and comfortable, and he made me feel secure. I didn’t want to open my eyes. I was just enjoying the warmth of his arms and when I opened my eyes some 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 moved his face towards mine and he kissed me. That was a brief kiss. His lips were soft and as soon as they touched mine I felt that warmth in me. That was something unknown to me, there was no pain, I didn’t feel fear or want to escape. I felt as if the warmth of his kiss invaded all my body, then our lips separated.

“ H-Harry I’m sorry, I didn’t... I shouldn\'t do it... but I couldn’t stop, I don’t know if
you\'re…”

Oliver was ashamed and he was avoiding my gaze. Maybe he thought I would get upset or that I felt attacked. He was bent over as if he was waiting for recrimination from me.

“Oliver, could you kiss me again? “

I was holding his face in my hands. He was surprised. I believe he didn’t expect that answer. I don’t know why I said that, I only wanted to feel his warm lips. Oliver drew his face near again and kissed me. I laid down on the ground, my hand caressed his hair, he kissed me again and again, his lips barely touching mine but I could feel in each kiss his warmth on my skin; his lips touched my cheeks, my eyes, my forehead, he was so gentle, then he began to unbutton my robe and shirt caressing with his hand from my chest to my thighs, I could feel his thumb on my nipple doing small circles, a tickle crossed my body. I was moaning.

“Oh! Yes Oliver.”

My captain began to unbutton his robe while his lips traced their way 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 hugged 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 a virgin..* ?”

It seemed like that question made him remember something bad. He hugged me tightly, resting his cheek on mine and whispered in my ear.

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

I could I feel his thin arms on my back. Harry was dealing with something painful in his memory. I realized that and hugged him, his body felt so small; then he began kissing my cheeks. His lips were thin. I could feel his breath in my skin and he was panting. I continued kissing his neck, licking his nipples, Harry’s skin tasted sweet like pumpkin juice and smelled like a kid’s of talc, jam and chocolate. My head was on his chest and Harry’s hands on my hair. I could hear his heart beating fast. I caressed his soft belly and unbuttoned his trousers. Harry’s prick was small but hard. I slid my hand under his boxers. He was so hot. Harry moaned and he closed his eyes. I rested my head on his chest, his childish heart showed his wanton. The skin under his boxers was so soft, hairless, he was just a child; Harry put one of his hands on his mouth and bit one of his fingers, a small moan escaped from 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 blushing and closed his eyes.

“Shhh.. don’t worry, all it\'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 and lips. Oliver did all he could for me to enjoy it, each time he touched me he was thinking in me. He kissed me on my cheek and smiled, he began to take off my boxers and pants. I raised my hips to help and took off my shirt. I was using my robe like a sheet. There I was naked, laid down on the grass in the middle of the Quidditch field. I was caressing my chest and raised my leg a bit. I was touching my buttocks feeling something new. That spot in my ass was very hot, the cold wind was caressing my body. Oliver was laid down next to me, watching me.

“You are beautiful.”

I blushed and turned around to see him. He was smiling and I felt happy and safe, there was Oliver Wood my captain. He leaned on me and to kiss me and slid his hand in my crotch. I felt his wet fingers by me gently rubbing my ass cheeks, and his finger began to press against that warm point. I was moaning while he kissed me. I felt his fingers getting carefully in me, trying to not hurt me. He was doing that for a while, making circles with his fingers inside me. I was panting, my heartbeat was faster and faster. I was hugging him tightly. I felt so small in his arms.

I listened when he unzipped his pants then his fingers were out of my ass. He raised my legs and placed them around his hips; then I felt his hard erection pressing in my entrance. All my body was hot.

“Harry do you know what 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, looking into his eyes. My face was blushed. I closed my eyes and moaned when Oliver entered in me, this was so different to my first time. he was gentle trying to make me enjoy it. He stopped for a while 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 has begun again.”

He continued pressing his hips against my buttocks, thrusting kindly in me. I tightened my robe in my fingers. I didn’t want this moment to finish.

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

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

“Are you ready Harry?”

“Yes captain!”

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