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"TEN POINTS TO RAVENCLAW" lee announces all of the ravenclaw students cheering. you high five one of your teammates chasing the quaffle. grant page caught the quaffle throwing the ball to roger davis. you fly ahead of him as he throws the quaffle to you. you atempt to throw the ball in one of the hoops but oliver catches it.

"nice try, y/l/n" oliver says in the same tone that you had not a minute earlier.

"OOO FOLKS OLIVER WOOD HAS BLOCKED Y/N'S ATTEMPT TO SCORE" lee announces.

meanwhile up in the air harry and cho had both found the snitch and were flying after it. the both had almost got it several times. harry was about to grab it when he saw cho out of the corner of his eye. cho met his eyes and immediately gets flustered and forgets what he's doing. cho grabs the snitch.

"CHO CHANG HAS CAUGHT THE GOLDEN SNITCH RAVENCLAW HAS WON"

the next morning at breakfast you were chatting to your friends.

"i heard that oliver cursed harry" your friend, eliza told the group taking a bite out of her food. you roll your eyes at that.

"oliver wouldn't do that" you mumble "he probably is just making harry stay after practice" you shake your head grabbing and placing a piece of toast onto your plate. once you look up you see your friends looking at you.

it was quiet before you spoke again. "...what?" you ask.

"are you defending oliver?" ben questions and you laugh.

"no I'm just saying that I know oliver wouldn't do something like that" they were all quiet again "years of being basically rivals with someone will make you know them pretty well." you tell them.

"right" eliza says exchanging a glance with tom.

"anyways guys I was thinking on our next trip to hogsmeade we should stop at spintwitches sporting needs" you suggest to which they all let out a groan.

"dude we stop there literally everytime" jess comments. unfortunately for you while you were obviously very close with the quidditch team you had your main friend group that's been established since first year. and none of them played quidditch.

"and it's so kind of you guys to stop every time" and say and take a bite of your toast.

after sometime the group and finally found a day that works for all of you to go to hogsmeade. last weekend didn't work because eliza and ben both had a essay they needed to finish for a class they shared. and the weekend before you and jess had a project for potions you needed to finish. but finally nobody had any work they had to finish.

"i don't think i'll ever get over how pretty it is here when it snows" jess giggled looking around. the group all had there versions agreeing with her as you guys walked into the town.

after walking around for little bit the group had split into two. you, Jess, and eliza had all ended up at honey dukes while tom and ben had ended up who knows where.

"we are wasting valuable time" you whine looking at the candy. "we only have so much time left for looking at quidditch supplies"

"you have more than enoough" eliza replies.

"but they have the nimbus 2001 there" you tell them "its so much faster than the one I have"

"you've told us that five times now" jess remarks.

"officially an hour and a half before we have to go back" you say looking at your watch.

"we'll just be another like 15 minutes" eliza tells you

"i cant wait that long!" you exclaim catching the attention of some people around you. "do you guys care if I just go and catch up with you later?" you ask antsy.

"go ahead" eliza tells you and you practically run out of the store.

you finally got to the store smelling the familiar scent of it in there. you walk straight up to the display of the nimbus 2001 in awe of it. the sound of someones footsteps made you turn you head. you are met with none other than oliver wood who was also in awe of the broomstick.

"hello, wood" you acknowledged him turning back to the broomstick.

"y/l/n" he replies also looking at the nimbus 2001.

"how much is it?" oliver questions not directly to you but you were the only other one looking at it right now.

"300 galleons" you tell him. "and the entire sytherin team has one" you mumble shaking your head.

"it's ridiculous" he replies turning his head to look at you. "the entire slytherin team has one" he murmured turning back.

"i know" you agree. even if you and him weren't fans of each other you could bond over your dislike towards the slytherin team. you'd both seen how foul their game play can be.

"heard you cursed harry" you tease. he groans. hot.

"oh come one you know that i didn't" he crossed his arms glaring at you. you smirk. for some reason he looked REALLY good right now. like you'd always slightly thought he was slightly attractive but merlin right now? his arms were perfectly defined and he was annoyed by you.

"hm not what people are saying" you smirk looking up at you.

"merlin this is why i don't talk to you." he rolled his eyes before they found yours.

"you're sassy" you tell him.

"sassy?" his brows furrowed together. "i'm not 'sassy'" his says putting the word is air quotes.

"whatever that was" you say pointing at him. "was sassy"

"i can't stand you" he murmurs turning as he walks away.

"aw here i thought we were best friends" you call out after him. you laugh slightly also turning to walk away and you're met with your friends at the entrance. they both looking at you slightly concerned.

"what?" you ask.

"so that's why you wanted to come here so badly" jess says as the three of you begin to walk out of the shop. the cold air hitting you. there was a strong gust of wind.

"still confused" you tell her. "and now cold merlin it's freezing" you mumble to yourself.

"you just wanted to see oliver" eliza says more excited then she should be for this.

"excuse me" you say your head snapping to her. "i went there to look at the nimbus 2001 which did you know is so much faster..." your cut off.

"we know!" they both say at the same time.

"were gonna start a count with how many times you've said that now" eliza groaned.

"jeez" you laugh. "anyways back to what i was saying i was there to look at the broomstick not there for him" you tell both of them and they exchange a glance.

"that is not what it looked like" jess tells you.

"yeah that was really weird to see you two flirting" eliza says nonchalantly and you almost stop in your tracks.

"WHAT?!" you shouted. "that was not flirting that was use arguing" you defend yourself.

"you sound like when I used to deny being a lesbian" jess teases laughing.

"i-" you start but stop as you laugh. "congrats on self acceptance but me and oliver were not flirting" you tell both of them.

flying down back onto the ground after a three hour practice with no break was the biggest relief you'd ever felt. your feet were aching along with your back. you knew that the relief was only momentary before you needed to stand back up and go shower and everything but man the ground felt amazing.

"you need any help?" the sweet voice of one of your teammates was heard.

"nope I'm just.." you pause. "give me a minute" you tell her and she laughs. after a moment you finally decide to get up and go get in the showers. not before gryffindors team marched out to practice.

"ravenclaw needed to be out of the pitch a minute ago" the voice of oliver wood was now heard.

"oh shut it" you mumble. "i'm leaving" you say faced with the whole gryffindor team.

"good since now you needed to leave her two minutes ago" he tells you bluntly. gryffindor had not won their past two games so you could only assume oliver foul mood was due to that.

"it's two minutes you'll be fine" you say and for some unexaplable reason to even you grabbed his bicep giving it a light squeeze as you walk past him. this time there was no snarky comment made against you. just silence. you felt your face hear.

"WHY THE HELL DID I DO THAT" was the only thing you could think of as you walked to the showers. you did hear one thing that was said.

"whoomp there it is" fred exclaims pointing out oliver's face that was burning crimson.

"we told you something odd was going on" george says to katie. "our little oliver has found love" george says in a fake lovesick tone.

"keep that up and you'll both have practice extended for another hour" oliver said clearly annoyed and flustered as he power walked ahead of the group. his accent had become much much stronger now that he was flustered.

"i don't know!" you gulped laying on eliza's bed. after you got out of the shower you went straight to eliza and jess about whatever that was that just occurred.

"so you just grabbed his arm" jess started again before eliza butted in.

"his bicep" she emphasized bicep.

"shut up" you say burying your face in a pillow it burning again.

"so you just grabbed his bicep just cause?" jess asks as eliza nods her head at the change of the word.

"i dont know i guess" you stammered. "it just kinda happened i didn't even register that it was happening when i did it"

"are you still gonna say you don't feel some sort of something towards oliver" jess asks honestly.

"i hate him" you tell her and she shakes her head even though you weren't looking but it got you thinking. you and oliver had been at each others throats for so long but now you were on eliza's bed genuinely considering if you felt different toward him.

and fuck you did.

have you seen him? that accent? his strong arms? his love for quidditch? all of it made your head spin as you tried to justify it.

fuck fuck fuck fuck was the only thing going through your head now. you knew jess and eliza could tell.

the next week was spent trying to figure out what to do with this. sitting in your assigned seat next to him in charms was horrible. the usual banter between you to replaced with awkward silence. you seriously doubted that he felt the same way toward you. or that the silence was awkward to him. but you didn't doubt that he could tell something was off with you.

he noticed.

but he didn't know what to do. he just kinda went with it hoping you'd go back to normal. cause now he was thinking he did something. he was slightly convinced that he'd gone to far with banter or something.

but neither of you two could spend much time on it because now both teams were in the pitch getting ready for a match.

"everyone understand the strategy?" roger questions as everyone says nods. "alright lets go" he says and you all fly out onto the pitch getting into position.

"AND THERES RAVENCLAW EVERYONE" lee announces as the ravenclaw students cheer.

the game again was close. one team scoringg against each other giving the student body whiplash. everyone was tired and oliver and you were not on your best game. and to make it worse...

BAM

a loud crack of thunder lighting visible as it started to rain.

after a grueling fifteen minutes harry caught the gold snitch. not one person wanted to be there anymore.

"HARRY HAS CAUGHT THE SNITCH" lee yelled gryffindor cheers.

both teams had retreated into there respected towers once the game had finished and after a little both teams began to file out to go to the changing rooms.

you were the last one out of your tower. you were exhausted and wanted nothing more but to go to sleep.

"y/n?" you hear someone call out. you turn to see oliver wood. you groan not wanting to deal with him boasting about winning.

"i'm seriously not in the mood, oliver" you tell him. your eyes lingered on him for a few moments longer than necessary. the way his arms looked in his jersey. the way his hair was damp not just from the rain but from his sweat. his cheeks were slightly flushed. overall he looked slightly disheveled.

"are you okay?" he asks the sincerity in his voice is what caught your attention.

"fine" you tell him starting to walk away but he grabs your arm.

"are you sure?" he asks. "you've just been off and i don't want it to be because i went too far with our arguing or something" he stammers over his words. his grip on your arm looses slightly as you look at him.

your mouth opens and closes a few times unsure of what to say. you could lie and insist your fine. or tell him you realized after so long that you didn't hate.

"i'm being serious" he tells you. "i know we argue a lot but I don't actually hate you as much as I say actually quite the opposite I care about you a lot" he stops himself realizing what he said. he let go of your arm as the rain began to pick up.

"i.. um" he started.

"are you being serious?" you ask him. he was quite.

"i'll uh go" he stammers walking away. that was the confirmation you needed.

"wood" you call after him and he stops. you walk up to him and hesitate once you're actually up close with him before your lips crashed onto his. his gasped onto your lips before he kissed you back. it was slow and unsure of itself before you both eased into the kiss. you pull away. your eyes met his. he was crimson red again.

"i'm sorry i don't know what" he cuts you off with a harder kiss this time. both of his hands find your waist pulling you in closer. sweat and water were dripping off of you both. the cold rain in contrast to how hot you felt.

you hand found its way to the back of his head as you gripped his short hair pulling it slightly. he groaned deepening the kiss. his breathing picked up heavy and uneven. if it weren't for the need to breath neither of you would've pulled away.

yall I'm so sorry that this took so long. I have literally had no time to work on this so its not the best. tbh idk if I like the direction I took this. I'm thinking about rewriting this but idk yet.

also!

i prob wont post for the rest of this week possibly longer I'm going on a trip. I miiiiiiiight post something tomorrow but I wouldn't count on it. anyways it is past my bedtime so this is getting posted and then I'm going to bed!

"i wish i was there" you exclaimed, you're words slightly slurred, laughing with her. you both were sitting on one of the couches in the common room. fred and george both jump up onto the couch next to katie.

"can confirm" fred recalled throwing his feet up on the table.

"it was hilarious" george added handing a drink to you and katie. a thank you fell from both of your mouths. you take a drink with katie.

"hey georgee" you say in a sing-song voice. "look who it is" you say pointing towards angelina not realizing how loud you voice was. he looks to where youre pointing.

"oi" he says his head snapping towards you "shush she'll hear you" you, katie, and fred, all laugh. you take another drink as fred and katie try to convince george to go talk to her. suddenly your drink is taken out of your hands.

"hey" you huffed turning to whoever took it.

"i think that's enough for you" oliver remarked. your face instantly lightens at seeing oliver. you basically forgot that he took your drink.

"where have you been" you giggle as he sits down next to you. he sets the drink on the table and go to reach for it.

"nope" he says grabbing your hand and holding it. "you're way to drunk already"

"i am not waaaaaaay to drunk already" you grinned looking up at him "i am just a little bit tipsy" you say stumbling over your words slightly.

"right right" he hums "how much have you had to drink?" he asks you.

"wouldn't you like to know" you laugh.

"...yes?"

his response leads you to laugh even more. you fall onto his chest. he sighs and wraps his arms around you.

"yeah I think its time to get you to bed" he tells you rubbing your back lightly.

"boooo" you pick your head up off his chest "i am perfectly fine"

there was a beat of silence.

"oh wait no the rooms spinning give me second" you say closing your eyes. oliver waits until you're good again to stand up and reach out his hand for you.

"cmon pretty girl" he tells you. you take his hand standing up and stumble slightly earning some laughs from the others sitting on the couch.

"can you walk or do you want help?" he asks you offering his hand out.

"i can do it" you mumbled. after taking two steps it was very clear you in fact could not and you needed his help "wait no please i need help" you look up at him.

"alright I've got you" he says and helps you walk to your dorm room. once you're in you stumble slightly bumping into your desk. oliver reaches out and grabs your hips to stabilize you.

"ow" you mumble holding your side.

"are you alright love?" oliver asks his hands still on your hips.

"i'm fiiiiiiine" you slur laughing turning in his arms to face him. he shakes his head at you and kisses your forehead.

"you are going to be the death of me" he tells you.

"you love me" you chimed resting your head in his chest again.

"i do" his arms move from your hips to wrap around your waist "but we're gonna get you to bed" he reminded you.

-if another guy tries to impress you he will get competitive

-i’ve never seen anyone say this but i feel like he can eat so much food

-like we all know how big teenage athletes appetites are

-i’m convinced he’s the same way

-he has a staring problem.

-tries to find a way to talk about quidditch in literally every convo

-he tries to braid your hair but it never goes really well

-"uhm don't kill me but there is a massive knot in your hair" "oliver!" "IM SORRY"

-if you don't know how to play quidditch he will try and teach you

-same goes if you're bad at flying

-he CANNOT flirt for the life of him

-the quidditch team caught on so fast to his crush

-they knew when they say him basically malfunctioning when trying to talk to you

-fred and george LOVE teasing him

-he hates it

-once he finally outright told them he liked you they were just like "we know..?"

-when he told the team you two were finally together they literally tried to throw a party

-oliver didn't let them

-he loves to explain quidditch to you

-kisses your hand before every date

-quality time is his top love language

-when he's not at practice or class he just wants to spend time with you

-his dad is the same way with quiddtich

-he was so nervous when introducing you to his parents cause you were his first (and only) girlfriend

-his parents loved you though

-when he met your parents though?

-he was 10x more nervous

-when you guys go to hogsmeade together he forces you to look at the quidditch stuff with him

-used to think quidditch would always be his number one priority until he met you

im so happy that you guys like my oliver wood ff! I'm currently working on another oliver one and a fred one.

"yes then gryffindor will be rewarded 150 points and win" she tells you her eyes also on harry. it seemed easy enough to you. y'know just catch the ball? your eyes left harry and found their way to oliver wood. he was notorious for being absolutely obsessed with quidditch. you'd actually heard from someone that he hexed roger davies, the captain of ravenclaw, for using the field when gryffindor had permission to use it for practice that day.

you could've sworn that you had made eye contact with oliver before he had gotten knocked off his broom with the quaffle. gasps came from the audience followed by cheers. you hadn't had noticed but in the time it took for him to get knocked off his broom harry had caught the snitch winning the game. hermione jumped up and cheered you followed her and clapped.

you and oliver weren't friends. In fact you don't know if you've actually talked to him outside of classes. despite that you felt like you had made him fall off the broom. after all if you two weren't making eye contact when the quaffle was thrown at him he wouldve caught it and not fallen.

the gryffindor common room after a win was always a party. right now a good portion of the younger kids were surrounding harry. poor harry looked so overwhelmed. a few of the team were currently doing shots which normally oliver wouldn't have been a fan of due to it "throwing off their game later on" even though they didn't have practice for the following three days. but instead oliver was sitting on a chair alone when fred and george seemingly appeared from nowhere behind him.

"what's the sad face for" fred asks dropping his head in front of oliver's face causing him to jump slightly. before he had a chance to reply georges face dropped across from fred's.

"is it cause you fell? cmon mate i'm sure no one saw"

"cept' for like half the student body" fred chirped causing a hit to be thrown from oliver. a laugh came from george.

"seriously though nobody cares look around everyone's just happy to have won." fred says looking around. as oliver looks his eyes meet yours and he feels a heat creep up his neck. for all his life he had never felt like this about somebody. he hated it. he was a normally a pretty confident guy. hell he'd wake up half of the gyffindors trying to get the quidditch team up for practice at 4am without a care. but suddenly it came to you and he didn't know how to exist.

the twins both exchanged looks noticing his eyes on you.

"hey its y/n" fred smirked

"we should get her overhear" george says "HEY Y-"

"no!" Oliver says too fast for his own liking "i mean i should probably be uh getting to bed" he stammered standing up "y'know stressful game and such"

"it would be less obvious if you just stop talking" george laughed as oliver quickly made his way to the boys dormitory.

you and oliver had potions together. you both had separate friends in the class and had objectively no reason to talk until you both got assigned to work on a project together.

“oliver!” you shouted somewhat chasing him after class. he turns around meeting you're eyes.

“hey since we’re partners for the project when are you free for studying?” you ask him

“i’m uh well i’ve got quidditch today and tomorrow but thursday im uh.. i have nothing if that works for you” he suggested clearing his throat.

you think for a moment before responding “yeah that works for me” you tell him to which he nods and looks pretty much anywhere but you.

“welp i’ll see you you later” you tell him “oh hi fred and george” you say walking past them. they both wave. they had again appeared behind oliver somehow and are both now exchanging looks again.

“dont” oliver said beginning to walk away. both immediately followed after him

“you were practically drooling” one of them says but he doesn’t even register which one.

“hm y'know i think i might have practice run for an extra hour tomorrow” he says not looking at either “maybe even add a team workout after” both twins laughed walking away.

4pm. oliver was supposed to be here at 3:30 to study with you. but clearly he was not. you’d given up waiting and had started studying yourself. you'd figured out a good chunk of the ingredients needed to brew the potion later next week. a light huff is heard as oliver wood sits down across from you. you look up awaiting for him to say something.

"i lost track of time" he mumbled and there was a beat of silence before he spoke again "how far've you gotten" he inquired

"i think i've gotten most of the ingredients to brew the potion snape wants" you tell him sliding your notebook across the table to him. he turns it over reading you work. "we need to figure out the order in which we add them or we could have the potion blow up like angelina's" you laughed earning a small chuckle from oliver. cute.

"well if you want to figure out the rest of the ingredients i can do the order" he recommended.

after so long of studying you were pretty tapped out of it. you glance up at oliver who was still working. with a sigh you lean back in your chair and close your eyes. this earned you a look from oliver.

“you uh alright?” he asked his eyes on you.

“i’m over studying” you tell him making eye contact to which he promptly looked back down at his paper.

“we’re almost done” he responds

“yeah but my eyes hurt from doing this for so long” you say exasperated while closing the book you’d been reading.

“yknow i remember watching you fall” you tell him. the tips of his ears turning a slight pink.

“i’m not sure what you talking about” he knew. he knew full well what you were talking about.

“really” you question “because correct me if i’m wrong i distinctly recall at gryffindor last match you got hit with one of the balls and fell” you said. the pink had now spread to his cheeks lightly.

“it’s called a quaffle” he informs you in a matter-of-fact tone

“hm” you hum “and here i thought you didn’t get hit”

“i was distracted” he said throwing his hands up. a smile a his face. again cute.

“you were distracted?” you ask him slight suspicion in your tone. “what distracted you?” you question

“oh just yknow saw someone with a uh nimbus 2001” he tells you looking away. the pink that had faded slightly was now back.

“right well we should probably be getting to our dorms” he announces standing up “prefect duties and what not” you agree and both of you put away the books.

what oliver had seemed to have forgotten was that you were in the same house. meaning you both were walking the same way to the same common room.

as you both started walking back there was a silence. to you it was just two friends walking together. on the other hand to oliver it was a complete nightmare. his brain was scrabbling to find something to talk about. anything. he still did not know why you had this weird kind of affect on him. and he still did not like it.

“i…” he starts but trails off when you look at him “do you he quidditch”

you shrug.

“i like watching it but i don’t really understand it” you tell him honestly

“oh” he chimed “in quidditch there’s the keeper, which is me, basically i guard the hoops from the chasers in the other team. there’s also a seeker, two beaters, and a chaser…” he continued on about quidditch.

to be honest you did not care about this at all. but something with the way he was explaining it to you. it was attractive? he was clearly so passionate about the sport. his eyes had lit up slightly and he had a soft smile on his face. you had been so enamored with him explaining that you hadn’t even realized that you both had made it to the fat lady.

when oliver had realized you were at the fat lady he trailed off for a moment just looking at you. before a sharp breath in and a turn to face the fat lady. he told her the password and she let you both in.

once in the common room there were a few staggering younger students. oliver silently thanked merlin for the twins not being in there.

you look up at him to say goodbye but he was already looking at you. he quickly glances away feeling warmth climbing up his neck. along with him you also felt yourself get hot.

“well goodnight, oliver” you tell him running a quick hand through your hair flashing him a smile.

“goodnight y/n” he tells you. you both part ways feelings oddly giddy, slightly embarrassed, and confused.

cheers fells from the stands. slytherin and gryffindor were currently playing against eachother. it was completely neck to neck. both teams scoring right after the other. harry was racing through the air with draco right behind him. you again where with hermione. this time the both of you standing at the edge of the stands.

“oh merlin’s beard” you says hitting hermione forearm “fred and george need to hit slytherins chasers” you trembled, not necessarily to hermione, more just to say out loud.

“since when do you understand quidditch” she asked her eyebrows furrowing at you.

“oliver explained it to me” you told her with a shrug even though your cheeks turned slightly more pink.

“oliver explained it?” she smirked

“yep”

“when?”

“after we studied together” you tried to not smile at the memory but remembered how his eyes looked when he was talking.

“hm” she hummed giving you knowing look.

“so how’re you and ron” you asked to which she took a flustered breath glancing at you twice

“i’m not sure i know what you mean” she murmured making you laugh.

as oliver was was guarding the hoops his eyes were scanning the stands. he wanted to find you. he was subconsciously determined to do good if you were there. once his eyes found yours in the crowd he knew he was going to play like he never had before. he was going to do so good and you were going to be so impressed and BAM.

he got knocked off his broom.

again.

infront of you.

he fell straight down landing roughly on the ground.

“OOO OLIVER WOOD DOWN AGAIN LADIES AND GENTLEMEN” lee jordan announced “ON THE CONTRARY SLYTHERIN IS UP ANOTHER TEN POINTS”

in the hospital wing oliver laid there his foot up on a few pillows. he fell of his broom so hard that he’d managed to break his leg. and now he had to go through the process of madam pomfreys bone regrowing.

“your joking right?” he asks madam pomfrey slightly frantic “i mean i need to play. im the captain you have you to make and exception for that” he pleaded with her.

“nope, wood” she says “one week no quidditch this is the second time”

“but my team will fall apart without me and then because of this i’ll never go pro and” he babbled in trying desperately to make her rethink this.

“wood” she cut him off “gryffindor doesn’t even have a match saturday”

“but practice” he almost whines “my team needs for me to coach them and we’ve already booked out the pitch for multiple days this week”

“i’m sorry but my finale answer is no you have in stay in bed” she ordered him

the whole of quidditch team walked in a little bit after. all wosaxrried.

“angelina i trust you most out of the team to actually make them do stuff” oliver informs her “therefore in my time spent not being able to play you can serve as the co captain”

“damn i don’t even get the title of real captain” she laughed

“you can come to me and i’ll tell you what i have planned for each practice” he tells her. she nods in agreement.

“so mate” george starts “rumor has it that you fell because of a certain someone” fred finishes the sentence. the rest of the team starts with a oooo.

“stop it” he insisted “or else i swear practices will run for an extra hour” he tells the team before turning to fred and george. “who is saying that?” he asks them

“we are!” the both say in unison laughing.

you briskly walk into the hospital wing straight to oliver’s bed.

“are you alright?” you ask concern laced in your voice as you sit down next to his bed.

“we’ll just leave you two to it” fred says and the team retreats out of the room.

oliver watches them for a moment before replying “yeah i’m uh i’m just fine” he mumbled “you didn’t see me actually fall right?” he asked. there was almost more concern in his face than there was in yours.

“not really no” you lie straight through your teeth. you fully watched him fall. every inch of the way. and he knew you were lying. and you knew that he knew that you were lying. “but it looked like a hard fall”

“i’ll be alright” he commented “the worst part about this is not being able to play for a whole week” he tells you the same whining tone slightly there “like what is my team supposed to do without me” he sighed looking up at the ceiling.

he hears a giggle come from you. “what” he asks slightly offended that you were laughing at him.

“nothing” you smile looking at him “you’re just cute” immediately your smile left your face. you stared internally panicking.

what. WHAT. oliver’s mind was racing as he felt a now familiar heat rise in his cheeks. cute? she thinks i’m cute? is that an insult? is it a complement? why does she look so normal after saying that? why is she not freaking out?

oliver’s lips had parted slightly as he just looked up at you.

“cute in the sense that it’s like nice and uhm cool about how much you care for your team” you say nodding slightly trying to fix your statement. you also weren’t ignorant to the way his cheeks were pink. he was probably just embarrassed right?

“yeah i uhm” he started “care for them a lot” he said looking down at his leg. a long beat of awkward silence followed. you both desperately wanted to be out of this situation but you both desperately wanted to be around eachother. suddenly oliver winced in pain his eyebrows knitting together along with his jaw clenching.

“are you alright?” you ask again

“yeah just regrowing a bone is painful” he hissed. that seemed to be the worst of it until he without warning reached out for your hand gripping it tightly. he was in clear pain so you allowed for him to squeeze onto your hand. he didn’t even seem to register that he’d done that. his breathing had picked up slightly before it went back down. along with that his hand slowly loosened its grip on yours.

“has it been worse than that?” you ask him and he shakes his head.

“that’s the worst it’s been” he tells you his voice quiet. his hand was still holding onto yours.

“oh uh im sorry” he murmurs his hand moving from yours. your hand felt oddly empty without his.

“it’s alright” you tell him. part of you wanted nothing more than to hold onto his hand forever. a small comfortable silence fell over the two of you. before you spoke again.

“i suck at flying” you tell him grabbing his attention off of his aching leg. “the first time we ever tried flying i fell off a hit my head” you say with a small laugh

he laughs along with you before realization etches onto his face “i remember that!” he exclaims still laughing. his laugh instantly made your smile grow. there was something about it that was just so endearing. it wasn’t one of those fake laughs you’d seen him give other people. it was a real laugh.

“last time i tried to fly i promptly fell off again” you explain “fred and george had tried to help me and i fell off within a minute of being off the ground”

something about the mention of the two of them made his heart sink slightly. he didn’t know why. he knew you were close with the twins. but still there was this soft aching that it should be him and not them teaching you.

“i don’t know how you do it” you continue “it’s very impressive” before he had time to reply madam pomfrey walked in.

“oh dear miss y/l/n what are you doing in here?” she asks you “it’s almost quiet hour” she tells you. with a quick glance to your watch you realize she’s right “you better get to your common room before you get into any trouble”

you nod and look back down at oliver. his eyes met yours.

“goodnight oliver” you say standing up

“goodnight y/n” he replies watching you the whole time you walked away

after a long week of continuously trying to find excuses to talk to oliver he was finally allowed to play quidditch again. and oh merlin he’d never been so happy to play again. this unfortunately for his team meant that he was extending practice.

you walk into the common room after going for a walk with one of your hufflepuff friends to find nearly the entire gryffindor team lying in the common room. harry was dead asleep in a chair. fred and george were sitting on the floor by the fireplace. katie was sitting on the couch with angelina laying next to her. katie and angelina both notice you first.

“please get your boyfriend under control” katie groans looking over at you. the rest of the team, minus harry, have now all noticed you.

“..what?” you question a very confused tone taking over your voice.

“oliver has made us have practice everyday this week for four hours in the morning” angelina tells you not even bothering to look at you as she was laying down on the couch.

“four hours?!” you exclaimed.

“we have to get up at 4am” she replied he arm falling off the couch

“4am is actually a gross hour to be awake” fred informs you

“that’s insane” you tell them “but i don’t know what you want me to do about it” you continued

“tell him to stop” george says

“he’ll listen to you” fred remarks

“i doubt it were rarely even friends” you tell them. immediately they all say something along the lines of “you’re joking” or “that’s just straight up not true”

“what?” you spoke voice a bit to high pitched “we just talk sometimes”

“that’s completely untrue” angelina says “if we’re ignoring how you two fancy each other at the very least your friends” you’re quiet for a moment.

“what now?” you ask shifting your weight back and forth subconsciously “i um.. we dont fancy each other”

“i don’t think ive ever heard anything less true” harry says now magically awake

“yeah it’s very obvious” george added

“yeah i’ve never seen oliver get so flustered whenever someone even mentions your name” fred also adds

“what are talking about?” you ask

“oliver fancies you” fred tells you

“he doesn’t we’re just friends” you tell them “now i’ve got to study for my charms exam” you announce trying to ignore the butterflies you have.

“ahh young love” you hear harry say

“we’re both older than you” you shout leaving the common room.

you did not have a charms exam. you just desperately wanted out of that awkward situation. so you decided your way up to the astronomy tower. while rounding a corner you bump into no other than oliver wood.

“oh i’m sorry uh y/n” he apologized his words slowing down as he realizes it was you.

“no your okay i should’ve been looking where i was going” you reply

“what are you doing out so late?” he asks. you didn’t realize that it was nearly quiet hour.

“just going for a walk to the astronomy tower” you tell him “clearing my head yknow”

he nodded.

“uh do you do you want” he hesitated slightly “do you want someone to join you?” he asked. he looks like he was going to scream. he blinking picked up slightly and his eyes darted away from your face as soon as the words left his mouth.

“yeah” you smile. he was immediately relieved. his eyes met yours again with a small smile. he turns to walk with you up to the tower.

“what are you doing out so late?” you ask him glancing up at him slightly.

“we just finished quidditch practice” he tells you.

on the way up to the astronomy tower you both just had light conversation. at the top of the tower you both make you way to the edge.

“have you ever been up here at night?” you ask him looking up at the stars.

“no” he shakes his head “have you?” he asks you. it was taking everything in him to keep looking up at the stars and not at you.

“yeah i used to come to her a lot” you tell him “stopped when i accidentally caught two slytherins snogging” you look up at him laughing slightly.

“that’s tramatizing” he laughs looking down at you. merlin you’re pretty. there’s a beat of silence. you break the eye contact looking back up.

“that’s the sirius constellation” you tell him pointing up at the cluster of stars “it’s only 8.6 light years away from us that’s why it’s so bright”

“very pretty” he whispered his eyes on you quickly darting down to your lips before looking out at the stars. you both look at the stars for a few moments in silence.

“i fell off because of you” he blurts out suddenly and looks down at you.

“what?” you ask your looking up at him

“during the quidditch matches” he tells you “both times we made eye contact”

“us making eye contact made you fall?” you ask him. he nods slowly.

“you’re really pretty” he takes a deep breath. he has no idea where this little burst of confidence came from but oh god he hated it and loved it.

“thank you, oliver” a small smile finding your face.

“you’re very handsome” you tell him tilting head slightly. a small peice of your hair falls from behind your ear. the wind blows it around before oliver tucks it behind your ear. his hand lingers before it falls down and finds your hand.

gently he takes your hand intertwining your fingers. the whole time his eyes, along with yours, followed his hand. with intertwined fingers your both look up again.

“merlin you’re so beautiful” he mumbles his eyes softer than you've ever seen them yet slightly wide.

you both could feel the heat rising in your bodies. it was quiet nothing but the sound of your breaths. his eyes glance down to your lips. both of you a little hesitant but slowly you both lean in. your lips meet for only a few moments before he pulls away. his breath was heavy for a half second before he leaned in again a more confident kiss meeting you this time. his free hand going up to hold the back of your head gently.

this time you pull away and look up at him. he has a slightly dazed look of his face before a smile breaks out onto his face. after a moment you start giggling and fall onto his chest. you could feel how hard his heart was beating. you look back up at him. his gaze was already on you.

“i..” he starts but just stops before laughing with you.

you go to pull away from his chest before he pulls you back.