A/N: Inspired by flytoferio's pic Woodworking over at deviantart. Thanks to my beta Spikeissexy.

Disclaimer: I own nothing, and I am so not making a profit.

"Good game, Wood," Cedric stood in the empty hallway leaning against the wall tilted head up against the stone. "It wasn't fair though. We need a rematch."

Oliver walked up to Cedric and wrapped his arms around the other boys waist, pressing his head against the muscular chest, so he could sigh into the soft fabric of the boy's shirt. "You are so freaking gallant all the time, Dig."

"I'm a Hufflepuff," Cedric wrapped his arms around Oliver, "It's what we do. Come on how about we go for a fly." Cedric dipped his lips down towards Oliver's for a slow kiss before, leading Oliver out towards the pitch.

It was dark and there was a bit of spring chill in the air as they flew lazily about the pitch. Every so often one or the other would swoop in quickly and steal a kiss before returning to their ambulatory pattern of zig-zags as they flew in circles. Eventually they ended up staying level enough and close enough to hold hands while they flew, feet tickling the pitch.

At first they didn't react as the clock struck 10:00.

Then Oliver almost caused Cedric to fall off of his broom as he exclaimed, "Oh Hell! The lock the bloody doors at ten!"

Cedric just grinned. "So that means we won't be bothered."

Oliver gave his boyfriend a look. "Some prefect you are."

"It's okay. The window in the Hufflepuff's commons has been open ever since it first started to thaw. We can get in that way."

"You know this is my last year here," Oliver's voice was soft as he played with Cedric's hair. They were sprawled out on a couch in the Hufflepuff common room Cedric half in Oliver's lap. They were to content with where they were and to tired to worry about wandering insomniacs or students breaking curfew.

"I know," Cedric momentarily stopped twirling the yarn from his fraying scarf, "I'm going to miss you."

"I want us to try to stay together, even though I'm not going to be here."

Cedric smiled, "It's been two years, Ol. It's going to take more than a bit of space to get rid of me."

"Perfect," they just sat there for a while in silence until, "You know what would be amazing, Cedric? If we both ended up on the same Quidditch team, professionally."

"Knowing you, you'll be playing for Puddlemere or another big name team this time next year, possibly even earlier." Oliver grinned and Cedric passed him a loop of yellow and black yarn knotted together at the ends. "A bracelet something to remember me by when all of your fans are throwing themselves at your feet." Cedric yawned.

"You'll be there to beat them off after a year," Oliver smiled.

Cedric yawned again but there was no other response. Oliver looked at Cedric's serene face and realized the other boy had fallen asleep. Oliver smiled again, he knew he'd have to go back to the Gryffindor common room eventually but for now he'd let Cedric sleep besides. Being together like that; it was nice.