After Practice

After a particularly cold and muddy practice, the Gryffindor team were in the changing room putting on clean clothes. Oliver hadn’t let Harry take a shower yet, he was busy drawing confusing lines on a small blackboard, and explaining how he wanted Harry to dummy the other Seeker.
“See you later Harry”, said Fred unenthusiastically. Harry grimaced at him, and the twins laughed.
“Okay Harry, I think you’ve got it now,” said Wood, “off you go to the shower.” Harry heaved a sigh of relief, they were the only ones left in the changing room and he wanted to go back to the common room to see Ron and Hermione, he hadn’t seen them all day, they both said it was too cold to go and watch him practice. He muttered under his breath as he took off his jumper and shrugged his boots off, but was soon imagining sitting at the fire warming up.
Harry turned just as Oliver was taking his trousers off, but immediately looked away. Oliver, with his back to Harry, was oblivious to him looking, and simply carried on taking his clothes off. His t-shirt came next, Harry could not help but watch as Oliver’s back muscles slowly stretched as the t-shirt came over his head. Oliver used the t-shirt to wipe under his arms, then across his forehead. He turned then, and Harry suddenly became very interested in removing a towel from his bag,
“A good practice today, Harry, eh?” asked Wood, now rolling the t-shirt up into a ball. Harry realised he would have to turn around to speak to him, but could see in his peripheral vision that Oliver was wearing nothing but his boxers.
“Yeah, great.” Said Harry, still fumbling in his bag. Oliver turned away then, whistling to himself. Harry relaxed, and carried on unbuttoning his trousers.
“Here you go, Harry,” said Wood, “you dropped your glove.” Harry turned round to take the glove, but Oliver was standing there naked holding out the glove to him. Harry could not help but stare, he’d never seen Oliver naked before, and it was an impressive sight. He was very defined and had a line of hair from his belly button going down…
“Take it then!” said Wood, Harry blushed realising he’d just been blatantly staring at Oliver.
“Thanks.” He mumbled, wishing Oliver would hurry up and go into the showers, there was no way Harry could take off his trousers yet.