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Preview and Summary
Chapter 1
georgia rose speaks!
this fic is cross posted on wattpad as an x oc fic here!
Ohhhhh ik this fix is gonna tear me apart already
The Faculty (1998) | dir. Robert Rodriguez
who’s gonna be the first person to break the ice and write off campus smut???
The good plot twists aren't the ones that are wild left turns out of nowhere, they're the ones that make all the other little things that didn't quite add up before suddenly click
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he has a face made for tragedy
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me and my fictional dilfs
THE PITT 2.08: 2:00 P.M.
Young Shawn Hatosy. That is all.
#need dat
When I say I’m into goofy guys, I mean…
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Twilight png pack <3
RUN YOUR MOUTH
💌 Oliver Wood x Reader
💭 You love it when he talks, that damn Scottish Accent that ties your stomach to knots.
‼️ Friends to Lovers, teasing, Quidditch Obsessed Oliver, Oblivious Oliver at first, Flirty Oliver as the story progresses, smut at the end (sort of just making out?) 😛 (i've never written smut so pls bear w me)
‼️ this might not follow the logic or lore from the books (like being excused from classes to practice) but it's just there for the plot :))
oneshot
A Valentine's Special!
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"I'm blabbering again, aren't I?"
"You are, but don't shut up. I love it."
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Everyone thought you two were dating.
Oliver Wood? Dating? Pft, oh please. That man had Quidditch on his mind 24/7. You laughed at the idea that Oliver Wood would ever date someone when there's Snitches, Bludgers and Quaffles flying around in his mind.
You and Oliver had been friends for as long as you could remember. You met him on the train, lugging around his bag full of Quidditch equipment which should have been left in one of the compartments in the train, but he clung onto it as if he'd die if he let go.
He didn't have anywhere to sit so you kindly offered him a seat there in your cart. He sat down and spent the whole ride yapping about Quidditch strategies, Quidditch tactics and more and more Quidditch related topics.
You were annoyed at first, but after a while you were intrigued by this boy. You came from a family of Quidditch maniacs too, so for you this was a daily occurrence.
You both talked and laughed the whole train ride, even traveling to the castle together.
6 years later, you two were still glued to the hip.
And ofcourse with 6 years of your close bond you'd think that everyone would probably just say that "Oh Oliver and You? You guys are the sweetest friends I've ever seen!". But noooo, it was: "Oh Oliver and You? You guys are the cutest couple I've ever seen!" or "There goes the Quidditch Couple".
When you and Oliver found out on 3rd year that people thought that of you two, you both were weirded out. Like, can't you guys be opposite genders and be friends? You both just rolled your eyes whenever you heard a couple comment, but you stopped that reaction when you reached the 4th year.
By that time you've realized that what you felt for Oliver that was once friendly banter turned into butterflies that go haywire in your stomach.
You always felt goosebumps when he slung his shoulder around you. When he called your name it made your heart flutter. When he would come to you to hang out after a Quidditch practice you find yourself fixing yourself up just for a walk by the Black Lake.
But most of all, you find yourself entranced by the way he talks. That Scottish accent always gets your heart tied to knots. It doesn't matter what topic you guys talk about, as long as he runs that mouth of his you feel like as if you're the only two people in the world.
You never want him to stop. Quidditch tactics? Yap away. Ranting about Marcus Flint? Honey you're all ears. Just little babbles? You're sat down.
"Am I blabbering too much?" he'd ask
You'd nod with a smile "You are, but keep talking. I like it when you run your mouth."
He would come to you and talk strategies on how to beat Flint's the Slytherin team's ass. Safe to say you were his personal Quidditch strategist. You pointed out the flaws in his strategies and help him come up with better ones. You were even invited to their team tent before the game and give them some moral support and pep talk or, as Fred and George would say: your "Motivational Support for Wood".
You were really close with the team, and you had a feeling that they were already catching up on what you felt with Oliver. Angelina knew, you told her personally. Katie and Alicia had their guesses. Harry hardly cared but you were sure he was suspicious. And as for Fred and George they were constantly a pain in your arse as they would shove you two together and call you "Mum" and "Dad".
Both you and Oliver would just scold them (and Oliver would make them stay late for practice) but it would be a lie if you said that you didn't like it.
You know that you shouldn't feel that way. Like come on, who seriously falls inlove with an accent? You were also pretty sure that he would never feel the same way... Until this week.
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You had just finished Potions class and stood up from your seat to stretch. Snape had gone on and on and practically tackled atleast 3 lessons at once.
You picked up your notes and put them in your pack. Oliver had not come to class today because of a Quidditch match tomorrow. The Gryffindor team had an excuse letter from McGonnagal herself (though you were pretty sure Oliver begged her to make one). Now you had made notes for Oliver to copy on once he was done.
You muttered a little goodbye to Snape for respect as he just ignored you and walked away.
"What an arse.." you muttered as you exited the class and went straight for the Great Hall. Your stomach was growling worse than a dragon.
Passing through the doors you went straight for the Gryffindor table where you spotted Lee Jordan already wolfing down a plate of eggs.
"Did you miss breakfast earlier?" you asked as you sat down across from him.
He grinned and nodded at you as a greeting and swallowed his food. "Nah."
"Then why does it look like you haven't eaten in days?"
"Jeez, can't a guy just enjoy a plate of eggs?" he rolled his eyes and smirked.
You shrugged "Just sayin." you said as you loaded your own plate with some roast beef.
"Where're the twins?" you asked as you stabbed your food with a fork.
Lee shrugged and filled his goblet with pumpkin juice "I dunno, still at practice I guess? They've been at practice since 2nd period. You should've seen Mr. Flitwick's face when Oliver came bursting in announcing that McGonnagal excused them for Quidditch practice" he laughed.
You let out a sigh and chuckled "I swear, Oliver is never giving his team a break. I can only imagine what those poor things are going through."
Lee snorted "Tell me about it."
"Oh you can never imagine." a voice grumbled from behind you.
You looked behind you to be face to face with an exhausted George Weasley.
"Oliver is a monster." Fred walked towards you before stopping beside George.
"Jeez, you guys look awful." Lee scrunched his nose.
"Shove off." Fred said before flipping him off.
George sat beside you and Fred sat beside him. Both of them tired, breathing ragged and hair looking like a rat's nest.
"Merlin, look at you both. Did Oliver even give you a break?" you asked as you poured them some pumpkin juice.
"You know damn well he didn't" George grumbled as he thankfully took the goblet from you and gulped in all in one go.
Fred dramatically put his arm on his face "Oh mother, our dear father made us practice non stop. Don't you feel bad for us? Could you please tell your Dear Sweet Oliver to atleast give us the afternoon to rest for the game tomorrow?" he said dramatically and pouted in your face.
George snorted into his goblet and Lee snickered.
You rolled your eyes and flicked some peas in his direction.
"Oh shut it, Weasley." you grumbled as you stabbed your roast beef again.
"Oh come on, we all know how much you love our Captain. You're always practically drooling while hearing his voice yap about Quidditch, tactics, blah blah." George nudged you playfully as you almost choked on your food.
"I most certainly do not." you snapped.
"Certainly, you do." Fred smirked.
"Not."
"Do to."
"Not."
"Do to."
"Not."
"Do to."
"NOT."
"DO T—"
"What in blazes are you two yammering about?" a heavy Scottish accent made you both fall into silence.
George bit his lip, suppressing a laugh. Lee just whistled as he stacked some muffins on top of each other.
Oliver slid to the seat next to you and poured himself some pumpkin juice. "You both sound like kids." he said.
You rolled your eyes "Tell that to Fred."
Fred batted his eyes "Oh I'm sorry, Mum and Dad. I'll be a good boy from now on."
"Shut up, Fred." you and Oliver both say in unison.
"Even speaking together! Couple goals!" Lee chortled as George banged on the table, laughing.
"Shut up, all of you." Oliver mumbled as he sighed heavily.
"Oh c'mon, Oliver. We all know how you love being teased with your little strategist." George wiggled his eyebrows.
"I will make you run laps around the pitch, Weasley. So help me." you growled.
George feigned in mock offense "Oh no! Mother is gonna make me run laps! Father, do something!"
Oliver snorted and scooped some corn to his plate "I'd let her."
The trio howled with laughter as you and Oliver just sat there.
"Anyways" Oliver said, turning to you and ignoring the three annoyances. "We need help strategizing for the game tomorrow."
"Mhm." you mumbled as you rested your chin on your palm and leaned on the table.
"Okay, so i was thinking..." Oliver went on and on talking about Quidditch strategies while you were transfixed by the way he was talking.
"—so do you mind?" Oliver finished talking.
You shook your head, jolting back to your senses. "Huh, what?"
Fred laughed and slapped his knee "Oh Godric, look at her face."
George howled with laughter "Were you even listening?"
You felt your ears heat up "S-sorry, zoned out. Potions class was a pain." you said as an excuse.
Lee rolled his eyes "Yeah right, you were just too focused on Oliver's voice to even focus on what he was saying."
"I was not!"
"You were." the trio said.
Oliver cleared his throat and the four of you looked at him.
"Do you three mind?" he said to Fred, George and Lee. "You're disturbing us. Go on before I really make you run laps around the pitch. Even you, Lee." he threatened.
The trio scrambled out of their chairs before Oliver could pelt them with a lunch roll, while laughing and hollering and calling out teases to you both.
Oliver bit down at his food as he turned to you again.
"So, I was saying. Do you mind if you meet us at the team tent later? After your last class?" he said in between bites. "I need— I mean, we, need you." he faltered as pink crept to his cheeks.
You blinked at his words "Oh, uh, sure."
Silence swept over the both of you and you felt this tension around the both of you that you've never felt before.
Oliver cleared his throat again and stood up to leave.
"Gotta go. Cya later." he said in a hurry and left.
...The fuck just happened?
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The day passed by like a blur. Next thing you know you're already walking towards the Quidditch pitch.
It was getting dark and you knew that you'd probably get past curfew, but lucky for you, your last class was Transfiguration and McGonaggal had pulled you aside and gave you an excuse letter. She seemed tired about it and it was probably because Wood told her he needed you. But being the loving professor she was, she went out of her way to do everything for your house. You thanked her and went on your way.
You stopped by the tent flap where you heard the team squabbling.
"No no! We can't do that!" you heard Oliver hiss angrily.
You could practically hear Fred's eye roll "Oh c'mon! It seems pretty rad to me!"
"You're risking Alicia and Angelina here." Katie pointed out.
"Not to mention it could take out me or you and leave Harry out in the open. You know that those Slytherins can tamper with the bludgers." George agreed.
You heard Harry groan in annoyance.
Fred scoffed "You guys just don't appreciate my master plans." he said, earning a scoff from the others.
Oliver sighed "Let's just wait for—"
"—Mum to get here?" Fred finished.
Silence.
The team bursted out in laughter as you peak through the crack of the flap. And the scene made your heart flutter.
The team surrounded Oliver as his cheeks burned red. You guessed they just finished practice, because everyone had changed out of their practice jerseys and was wearing some more comfortable clothing. But Oliver caught your eye, wearing a short sleeved Gryffindor shirt that flattered his features.
"He loves it when we tease him like that." George said while slapping Fred's arm playfully.
"Look how red he is!" Fred laughed.
"SHUT UP!" Oliver snapped, covering his face.
Angelina put her hand on Oliver's shoulder "Hey, stop it guys!" she yelled, then continued: "Dad can't take it when we tease him about Mum."
More laughter, even Harry was clutching his stomach.
"What the hell am I gonna do with you all?" Oliver mumbled.
Katie wiped a tear from the corner of her eyes "You guys are so adorable. Just get together already!"
You watched on, heart thumping and face heating up. You took a step back and—
CRUNCH
...Silence.
You cursed under your breath as you lifted your heel and found that you had stepped on a twig. A fucking twig.
"...Oh crud, do you think she's here?" you heard Harry mutter.
You saw George walking towards the flap to check, and before he could see and realize that you've been there the entire time, you burst in with that welcoming smile of yours.
"Good evening team, lovely night eh?"
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Everyone was silent when you walked in. But you acted as if you really had just gotten there instead of eavesdropping behind the flap.
You made your way beside Oliver and looked around the team, feigning confusion.
"Why are you all silent? You're acting weird." you pointed out.
Suddenly everyone had a fit of coughs and grunts, trying to let go of the awkward silence.
You glanced at Oliver who was trying his best not to meet your eyes. His cheeks were red and he was trying to gain his composure.
Finally, he cleared his throat and turned his attention to you. The team quieted down as you all waited for him to speak.
"Alright." he finally spoke, stuttering abit. "Let's talk strategy."
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The entire strategy meeting consisted of you and Oliver explaining the game plan to the team while Fred and George gave some of their... Helpful, suggestions (which neither you nor Oliver took into even the slightest of consideration. As their suggestions included bumping into the Slytherins to knock them off their broom. Oliver wanted to consider, but you declined.).
After what seemed like an hour, you looked around the group to see that they were hardly listening from exhaustion. Even Fred and George who were going to war with you about the plan had their eyes drooping. Harry was leaning against the table trying to fight his sleepiness, Katie and Angelica were already leaning against each other and Alicia was already resting her chin on her palm, snoozing off.
You looked at Oliver who was still focused on planning, but already had his eyes drooping. You yourself felt your head empty.
You turned to the team "Why don't you guys head back to your dorms and get a goodnight's rest? You've got a big game tomorrow." you smiled softly.
All of them gave out a sign of relief. Oliver was about to protest when you shot him a death glare.
"Ugh about time." George mumbled, rubbing his eyes.
"You're a life saver." Alicia said yawning.
"Thanks, Mum." Fred said almost weeping with happiness as he rounded the table to hug you.
You patted him as you gasped for air "Yes yes, whatever, Fred. You're acting like a baby. Go now before I change my mind."
Fred let go and winked at you as he looked behind you and grinned. He hugged you again "Bye, Mum. Have fun strategizing with Dad."
"Shut up, Fred." You and Oliver said at the same time, making the others laugh.
"Don't get rowdy in here you two!" Angelina called out.
You felt you cheeks heat up "What in the blazes-"
"Byeee!!" Katie called out.
They all filed out of the tent, snickering and calling out teases until their voices faded out, leaving only you and Oliver alone.
You turned to face him, and your heart skipped a beat. He was already staring at you. Eyes tired but he had this soft smile on his face.
You blinked at him "What?"
He averted his eyes from you as he cleared his throat.
"Nothin'. Just amusing to see how you can handle them."
"You mean the team? Oh please they're just babies." you snorted.
Oliver chuckled "Yeah, they are."
He fidgeted with the parchment laid out on the table. You stared at him, how the lamplight shone on his face, how he looked so tired but still managed to keep a smile on his face. Not to mention—
"We should probably wrap this up, you look sleepy yourself." He said, accent thick and voice deep from tiredness.
You felt your stomach erupt with butterflies. This was one thing that made you go crazy whenever you and Oliver spent a tiring night together, talking. His voice tended to go deeper than it was, accent going thicker. It took all of your willpower to bit your lip there and then.
"Y-yeah. We should." you stuttered as you turned to the parchment.
You both went on to talk about strategy, Oliver the one talking more and you being the one to point out the flaws.
It went on and on until you were too tired to reply and Oliver just went on to recap the entire plan.
"I really don't get how you could let them just tease you with me like that."
You raised a brow "Like what?"
Oliver shrugged as he made air quotes "Mum and Dad?"
You bit the inside of your cheek, feeling the butterflies going feral in your stomach "I dunno, I just let it go. No point in scolding them, anyways. We did that long ago but they still won't stop."
"I don't know about you, but something tells me that you enjoy it."
You freeze and turn to look at him. He had this stupid smirk on his face as he sleepily leaned on his palm.
You scoffed and swatted his arm "I do not. It's weird."
"Really now?" he said, voice gruff. He leaned closer to you, ever so slightly, and your breath hitched as he stared into your eyes. Those beautiful brown eyes that always made you feel at peace.
You just snapped out of it and scoffed again. You push his head away by placing a finger on is forehead.
"Are you done being weird so we can finish this?"
He laughed softly and gathered the parchment that was under your hands, finger brushing softly.
"I think that's enough for tonight, we've already got a plan anyways. Let's call it a night."
You nodded and helped him pack up some of the things in the tent.
"Shall we?" you asked as he nodded and grabbed his things.
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The walk towards the Gryffindor Castle was silent, which you both enjoyed. You heard birds and crickets chirping in the trees. You heard the rustle of bushes whenever squirrels ran about. You felt the woosh of air across your face, breathing in the night smell.
Oliver was walking beside you, staying at your pace. He was mumbling to himself, probably about the game tomorrow.
You nudged him "I think that's enough about Quidditch, eh?"
Oliver blinked out of his trance as he looked at you, now smiling awkwardly "Sorry, just want to enjoy the look of defeat on Flint's face when we finish him off tomorrow."
You rolled your eyes "Oh please, you and that obsession with Flint, if I didn't know better I'd say you're inlove with him." you teased.
Oliver groaned "Shut up."
"Oliver and Marcus sitting on a tree." you sang "K-I-S-S-I-N-G."
Oliver shoved you playfully as you squealed with delight.
"Shut up!" Oliver grumbled but laughed anyways.
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You and Oliver both arrived at the front of the Fat Lady's portrait who was not pleased to see the both of you out this late.
"You two again." she grumbled "Do you both realize how late it is? Where have you two been?"
Oliver rubbed the back of his neck "Well, we have a Quidditch match tomo—"
The Fat Lady groaned as she cut Oliver off.
"You and your Quidditch obsession." she turned to you "I have no idea how you're still with this boyfriend of yours."
Your ears turned red "He's not my—"
"Whatever." the Fat Lady said impatiently "I've got somewhere I need to be. Password?" she asked.
You muttered the password and the portrait swung open. Once you and Oliver were inside it swung shut with a heavy thud.
"Geez, looks like someone's on her period.." Oliver mumbled, earning a laugh from you.
"I mean, she is right. You and your Quidditch obsession." you said as you both walked to the couches, plopping down.
Oliver snorted "Atleast I'm not the one asking passwords when she knows damn well that I've been here for years."
"It's just necessary, Oliver."
"Yeah right."
Silence followed after that, as the both of you were already tired. You both just sat there, staring off into nothingness when Oliver cleared his throat. You looked at him.
"I really wonder that too sometimes." he said.
You raised a brow "Wonder what?"
He shrugged "How you're still my friend even though I'm obsessed with Quidditch. I'm surprised you haven't pelted me for going on and on about Quidditch. Or always cancelling our study plans for Quidditch. Or always having to ask you for notes because of Quidditch. I just realized that whenever I'm with you Quidditch, Quidditch, Quidditch is the only thing I talk about."
You laughed softly "I don't mind... I like it when you talk..." you say as you fidget with your shirt.
Oliver raised a brow, and in a thicker accent he said: "Really? When I talk? Why is it you like it when I talk?" he asked teasingly.
You gulped "Quidditch ofcourse. That's always what's coming out of that mouth of yours." you lied. "And you know me. My family's just like you. I wouldn't be surprised if one day they decided they wanted to put me up for adoption and have you instead."
Your whole family, also Quidditch maniacs, your brothers were all Quidditch stars. Your father was a retired player, your mother played as a Chaser when she went to Hogwarts. That left only you, you never found much love to play for it, only to watch and know about it.
Oliver laughed "Oh shut up. They definitely love you. You and your strategies." he rested his hair back on the couch "Y'know.. I'm glad I have ya." he said softly.
You looked at him and he continued "I never expected you to stay, but here you are."
You bit your lip and laughed "I'm surprised you even make time for me despite your schedule."
He shrugged "How couldn't I? You're practically one of the most important people in my life now. I can't loose you."
That caught you off guard as you felt your heart thump. He looked back at you with this smile on his face as he sat up straight and just stared at you.
The room was silent except for the crackle off fire...
...And until someone behind you cleared their throat.
You both jolted and whipped your heads behind you to see Percy Weasley standing in his night gown, hands on his hips and a frown on his face.
"It's late." he spat "Where have you two been?" before either of you could reply he just shook his head and pointed to the stairs. "Dorms, both of you."
You and Oliver rolled your eyes as you stood up.
"Geez Perce... It's our last year, cut us some slack." you mumble.
"No, I'm Head Boy." He says as if that explains everything.
"Ofcourse, Percy. We know. We've known for years." Oliver mumbled as you three headed for the stairs.
You were gonna climb the stairs towards the girls dorms when Oliver caught your wrist, making you flinch.
"See you after lunch tomorrow." he said.
"I'll be there 20 minutes before the game." you said.
Oliver smiled and behind him Percy cleared his throat. Oliver let go and followed Percy up the stairs to the boys dorms. You went on your way to your dorm.
You plopped on your bed and replayed the day in your head. A lot has happened, and it's got your mind swirling with thoughts. You turned in your bed, trying to sleep, so that you can already go on with tomorrow.
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It was almost time for the game.
You had rushed out of the Great Hall as fast as you can, wanting to get to the team tent before the game started.
Rushing towards the pitch, you saw students chattering and laughing as they were buzzing with excitement for the game. You could already hear bets being placed.
You weaved through the crowd until you were at the front of the tent. You barged in and was immediately greeted by the sight of the Gryffindor Quidditch team preparing. George was putting on his gloves while Fred made some batting motions in the corner. The girls were tying their hair while Harry was stretching and doing warm ups.
As for Oliver, he was pacing on the middle of the floor, muttering to himself.
You approached the team and gave them a warm smile. Oliver hasn't noticed you yet. You approached him and put a hand on his shoulder to stop him from his pacing.
"Keep that up and you'll end up burning a hole through the floor." you teased.
He stopped in his tracks and looked at you. He smiled. You didn't anticipate what happened next.
He pulled you into a hug and your breath caught in your throat. After a few seconds he pulled away.
"About time." he mumbled.
You just blinked up at him as everyone stared at you both. George and Fred wolf-whistled.
"Public Display of Affection I see?" Fred taunted.
Oliver rolled his eyes "Can't a man hug his best friend for goodluck?"
Best Friend. That sent a pang through your chest.
You snapped out of it and turned to the team "Now's not the time for that." you grinned at them "Now's the time to kick Slytherin's ass."
Everyone erupted in cheers and you looked at Oliver who nodded and then turned to the team.
"Alright, lads. Let's talk strategy."
The next minutes you and Oliver explained the plan to the team and how to avoid the tampered Bludgers and how to confuse the opoosing team (with Fred and George making a Mum and Dad commentary ofcourse). You were gonna start giving them a motivational speech when you heard Lee's voice announce: "10 minutes till the match! Goodluck teams! Especially to Gryffindo— Alright! Sorry, Professor. Goodluck equally to both our teams!" he grumbled.
You sighed "Guess no speech this time guys." you chuckled.
George clapped you on the back "It's alright Mum, don't waste your breath on us." his eyes drifted to Oliver. "Why not give Dad a speech instead?" he grinned as the team erupted in laughter.
"We'll be out on the field now. Don't take too long!" Alicia said in a sing-song voice.
And before you could protest or even say anything, the team filed out of the tent. The twins gave Oliver a big thumbs up. Before leaving Fred yelled: "Maybe give him a kiss too while you're at it! For good luck!"
You felt your face burn as you watch them walk away, leaving you and Oliver alone. You turned to him and saw that he was already as red as a tomato.
He looked at you "Sorry about them.." he muttered.
You just laughed awkwardly as you took a step closer towards him and fixed his robes. "They've been doing this for years and you still say sorry?"
He didn't look at you when you were so close, he just looked away, averting his gaze. "Yeah, I know. Still sorry for it though."
You shoved him playfully and laugh "You better get going to your children, Wood."
He looked at you and smirked "You mean our children?" he said in a deep tone, accent thick as he turned his head to face you.
You blinked at his words and rolled your eyes "Oh shut up."
He leaned in close to you and your breath hitched. He was close enough to you, you felt his breath on your ear.
"But I thought you liked it when I talked?"
You froze entirely at his words. Your heart was thumping in chest, butterflies erupted in your stomach.
He pulled away and looked you in the eyes, smirking.
"I'll see you later." he said as he grabbed his broom and left.
Once you were sure he was gone, you collapsed on the floor, hands on your face as you tried to process what happened.
Only problem was, you couldn't even process what happened.
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"5 minutes till game! The Gryffindor folk are looking lovely today! Look at Alicia she looks so— ouch! Ugh, fine fine, sorry Professor McGonnagal!"
You walked up to the stands and found the Gryffindor people all in one spot. Hermoine spotted you and waved, Ron beside her nodded to you as you greeted them hello.
"What'd I miss?" you asked.
"Nothing much yet." Seamus said from beside Ron. "But Madam Hooch is already repeating the rules to the players *cough* Flint *cough*"
You laughed and turned your attention to the players who were now mounted on their brooms. The pitch was dead silent, then Madam Hooch blew her whistle.
Cheers and hollers erupted from the entire pitch as the players soared through the air.
Your breath caught in your throat as Gryffindor took possession of the Quaffle. Then, the real game began.
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"Keeper Wood blocks Chaser Flint's shot! Suck it Slytherin! I mean— Better luck next time!"
You bit your finger as the game went on. Gryffindor and Slytherin were tied, both having 70 points. There was still no sign of the Snitch, but Harry and Draco were already swooping around finding it while taunting each other.
The girls were holding the Quaffle, passing it to each other where the Slytherins couldn't reach. They weaved around, confusing the opposing team. You let out a sigh of relief. Your plan was working.
But your relief didn't last long.
Your attention turned to the twins, who were laughing like maniacs as they hit the Bludgers. George was getting ready to take aim for one headed his way, when suddenly the Bludger changed course and charged to the left. Your eyes widened as it weaved around the girls but not actually targeting them. You gripped Hermoine's arm as she gripped yours too. You both figured it'd go straight to Harry.
Fred thought the same too and immediately went to Harry's side, ready for the Bludger to hit... But when it came near Harry it just zipped past him and straight to...
"OLIVER!" you screamed, as the Bludger hit him in his stomach and he let out a loud guttural yell. He tipped off his broom, which was still suspended in the air. Before he could fall completely his hand caught the broom's shaft.
"Ouch! Gryffindor's Captain got hit in the gut! Those Bludgers aren't showing any mercy!" yelled Lee.
You saw Marcus and the other Slytherins laughing as Oliver dangled from his broom. Another Bludger flew towards him but this time he managed to get on his broom and dodged it. George zipped towards Oliver and stood guard infront of him as Oliver gripped his stomach in pain.
"That's cheating!" you heard Ron yell.
"Look! Harry's found the Snitch!" Neville shouted as he pointed to the two Seekers who were both diving for the glint of gold.
You held your breath as you saw the Snitch dive down. Both Seekers dove to it, but Harry was quicker. He reached his hand out to take it. And then...
"HARRY POTTER'S GOT THE SNITCH! GRYFFINDOR'S WON!" Lee yelled as Harry raised his hand triumphantly, the Snitch in his grasp.
Cheers erupted from the pitch as the Gryffindors ran down the stands and towards their players, who all flew down to meet with their housemates.
Everyone congratulated the players. But you ran straight to Oliver before anyone else. He was clutching his stomach and limping as he walked.
He grinned at you as he tackled you into a hug.
"Your plan worked!" he laughed triumphantly.
You pulled away and looked him over. Your eyes drifted to his stomach, which he was clutching hard.
"Your stomach— The Bludger—" you stuttered.
"I'm fine."
"No you're not."
He just laughed which suddenly turned to a cough. He leaned on you for support and you wrapped your arm around his waist.
"Told you." you muttered
He shrugged "My bad..."
The Gryffindor team rushed to you as they whooped and hollered.
"Slytherin just got their arses whooped!" Fred hollered as he and George took you and hoisted you up on their shoulders.
"Take that Slytherin! You don't have a better strategist than we do!"
You laughed softly "Alright alright that's enough! Put me down!"
When your feet were once again on the ground you turned to Oliver who was beaming at you.
"What?" you laughed as you walked to his side and helped support him walk.
"Nothin'. You're just cute when you laugh like that."
Cheers and teases erupted from the team.
"Get a room you two!" Katie yelled.
You scoffed "Shut up, all of you." You looked at Oliver "Now, let's get you to the Hospital Wing."
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Madam Pomfrey wasn't surprised when she saw you and Oliver. She directed you both to the vacant bed and went straight to work on Oliver's stomach.
Once she was done she said he needed to stay in the Hospital wing for a week. The Bludger hit him harder than it had to, breaking a few ribs which needed bed rest for them to heal. Madam Pomfrey then went to go check on the other students and left you and Oliver alone.
"A week!" you exclaimed. "Oh I'll get those Slytherins! They tampered too much with the Bludger!"
Oliver shrugged as he put a hand on your arm "Hey. Calm down, the game is done. We've won and now we're on top for the House Cup." he smiled. "All thanks to you."
"Rubbish. Then it's all thanks to me that you're in for a week long bed rest?"
He shook his head "I don't blame you for that. It's not like you were the one who enchanted those Bludgers."
You didn't say anything after that, neither did Oliver.
Your skin tingled as his hand still rested on your arm. His thumb brushing your skin absentmindedly.
"What'd I do without you?" he suddenly spoke.
You looked up at him and he was looking at you with this soft expression on his face.
You felt your face heat up as you both stared into each other's eyes. His eyes flickered to your lips before looking back at your eyes. You moistened your lips without meaning to, then Oliver leaned closer.
Your eyes widened as he closed the gap between you, lips to lips.
He had kissed you.
You kissed back, melting into his touch. It felt surreal... It was everything you've ever wanted. You had been inlove with your best friend for years, and now.... Best friend?
Oliver jolted at the realization and pulled away.
You blinked at Oliver in confusion as he looked away from you.
"What's wrong?" you asked.
He gulped "You need to go."
You blinked at him in shock "What?"
"Go." Oliver urged, voice low. Accent thick as steel.
You stared at him dumbfounded. He was the one that kissed you and he was the one who wanted you to just leave?
"Oliver..." you started. But he wouldn't meet your eyes. You felt your heart swell with hurt as you abruptly stood up, chair scraping the floor.
"Fine." you spat as you turned and left him.
You bumped into Fred and George on your way out and they grinned at you.
"Hey Mum, how's Dad— Hey wait! Where're you going?" George yelled after you.
You didn't stop. You fast-walked towards Gryffindor tower and didn't stop when you finally reach the Fat Lady. You hurriedly yell the password and she opened the painting, stunned. Alicia and the girls were sitting on the couches.
"Hey! What happened? How's Oli—?" Katie yelled but you just went straight to your dorm.
You shut the door and collapsed. You felt tears prick the corner of your eyes.
You were so confused. Oliver has been acting strange lately. The weird flirting, the stares and now... he kissed you.
It wasn't a lie if you said that you've felt mixed signals from him from the start. Sometimes he's sweet and flirty with you, not the behavior a person would do to a best friend. But then sometimes he'd be all friendly and not romantic. Who wouldn't be torn?
You just yelled in confusion as you huffed. You were sick of this. You've always had the question in your head about you and Oliver, "What are we?" you'd ask yourself, not finding the answer everytime you tried.
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Oliver ignored you for a week.
Which was total bull. Because you were pretty sure you were the one who was supposed to be ignoring him. After all, he was the one who kissed you and he had the audacity to ignore you?
You tried to visit him the day after the incident, but Madam Pomfrey stopped you and sadly said that Oliver didn't want to see you at the moment.
You looked for the team but their attitude towards you changed. You asked them on how Oliver was and they just blankly told you he was fine. But there was tension, a sad tension between them.
You pulled the twins aside and interrogated them. They looked uncomfortable but caved in.
"Oliver told us what happened." George said.
"He said it was a mistake." Fred added.
You felt your mouth run dry.
"But we told him not to think that it was. Because it's obvious you return the same feelings for him. He's just having a hard time wrestling it in his mind." George explained.
"You might have noticed that he can be flirty sometimes, yeah? And sometimes he can be kind of a snob. It's kind of our fault for that... We told him to shoot his shot already because it's clear that you like him. But Oliver is thicker than a tree trunk. He says that you're the one giving out mixed signals. And now that he's kissed you he's fully convinced that he's ruined your friendship." Fred said.
You blinked at them "I'm the one giving out mixed signals?"
"We know. It's stupid really. But honestly, you're the only girl Oliver's ever had eyes on. He's so awkward, it's killing us." George groaned.
Your heart raced faster in your chest at George's words.
Fred slapped George on the back of his head and he yelped.
"What the hell, Fred!"
"You wanker." Fred hissed. "You weren't supposed to say that."
"Oh come on! It's so painfully obvious! I'm getting sick of this!" he turned to you. "The only reason he lets us call you Mum and Dad is because he likes it. Even if he won't admit it, we already know that you both are sickeningly in love with each other! We've been trying to get you both together for years!"
You couldn't believe the shit that was coming out of George's mouth.
"So what now? Is he gonna ignore me forever?" you said in a small tone.
The twins looked at each other and sighed.
"Honestly?" George said sadly "That's what we think."
Fred thought for a moment.
"Unless..." Fred said with a smirk.
You and George raised a brow at him.
"We corner him and get him to talk."
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Oliver had finally been released from the Hospital Wing.
You knew when you saw him enter the Great Hall for lunch. You locked eyes but he immediately looked away and went to sit with Percy Weasley.
"Get a load of this guy..." Fred mumbled as he stabbed his chicken tenders.
You just rolled your eyes and went back to eating your mushroom soup. But it was clear you were bothered, and George noticed.
"Hey, we'll help you talk to him. Don't worry." he said with a smile.
Fred laughed "Yeah, we really want our divorced parents back together." he batted his eyes lashes.
You laughed and slapped his arm softly, but you were still bothered "Thanks guys, I owe you."
Days passed by and Oliver still was on his snobbery plan.
He walked past you in corridors. Only greeted the twins and ignored you when you three were together. Everytime you both were in close proximity he'd bolt out of there right away.
You were getting restless... Fred and George had finally come up with a plan, but they said they needed more time for it to work. You on the other hand didn't have the patience anymore.
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You walked towards the Quidditch pitch. It was a Wednesday, and you knew that Oliver practices on Wednesday afternoons.
You saw him fly down as he wiped his head. He turned and saw you walking towards him. His eyes widened and he turned away, walking towards the changing rooms.
"Oliver!" you called out as you raced after him.
He kept walking.
"Oliver Wood!"
Still walking.
You ran to catch up to him "Oliver Duncan fucking Wood!" you yelled so loud he flinched and stopped in his tracks.
You slowed down and stopped beside him.
"What'dya want?" he mumbled, looking away from you.
This time you didn't answer and just dragged him into the changing room and cornered him there.
"What the fuck, Oliver?" you hissed in his face, he didn't answer.
"You ignored me, for weeks. With no reason or explanation at all!"
"You even kissed me for Godric's sake! And you straight up ignored me?" you yelled as you shoved at his chest. "Be a man, Oliver! Spit it out! Tell me the fucking reason why you kissed me all of a sudden and resort to ignoring me! Tell me!" you kept going as you felt tears prick your eyes. "What? You can babble on about Quidditch but when it comes to a fucking explanation you bitch out?" you shook your head.
Oliver just pressed his back against the wall, biting his tongue and not looking at you.
"What happened to that babbling mouth of yours huh? Not so tough now? God you're such a coward! Spit it out—!"
"I'M INLOVE WITH YOU!" he snapped as your eyes widened, noticing the tears on the corner of his eyes. "I'VE BEEN INLOVE WITH YOU FOR YEARS! YOU! MY BEST FRIEND!" he yelled in a strangled voice.
Your words died down in your throat as you watched Oliver as he went on a full blown rage confessing everything to you.
"For Merlin's sake! I've been inlove with you ever since bloody 3rd year! You have no idea how much my heart aches for you! What I feel for you! You're the only girl that has made me feel this way! You have no idea what you do to me!"
"I feel like falling off my broom whenever you watch us practice. I feel like it's just the two of us on the world when you laugh. When you smile it makes my heart beat faster than the Snitch has ever flown. The way you talk makes me feel calm and at peace and there has never been a day that was bad whenever I'm with you! And when the team teases us, calling us Mum and Dad? It drives me crazy! Godric, I probably sound stupid yammering on about this—" he continued talking as he paced around the changing room.
You were too stunned to speak as you just watched him pour all of his feelings out infront of you. You couldn't help but smile and feel tears of joy pricking through your eyes. You put a hand on your mouth, suppressing a laugh as you watched Oliver go on. It made your heart go haywire just listening to his voice.
"—And then just after the game I had the sudden urge to kiss you right there and then in the middle of the pitch! Even when we were alone in the tent strategizing, the plan wasn't even going inside my head because all I wanted to do was kiss you! You and those lips of yours! You drive me mad! And now I was so stupid for kissing you and making you leave because I was scared that I misread everything and I thought that you actually liked me but some part of me said that maybe you didn't. So being the coward I was I pulled away and fucking asked you to leave. Like who does that?"
You bit your lip. He's really cute when he's all riled up like this. You thought to yourself.
He ran a hand through his short brown hair and continued without pausing "And then I ignore you because I was too scared to face you because of my goddamn stupidity. I wanted to approach you, I really did. But fuck I'm not smooth with the girls like Fred and George! Even though they helped me multiple times I just couldn't do what they wanted me to do because just looking at you makes my brain go haywire. Not only that—"
Oliver stopped when he looked at you. He furrow his eyebrows as you tried to stifle your laughter.
"What's funny?" he demanded, turning to you. "I pour my heart out to you and you're laughing there?" he groaned as he covered his face. "I'm so stupid."
You let out your laugh, but you weren't making fun of him. You were just overwhelmed with happiness because The Oliver Wood just confessed he felt the same way to you. Fucking finally.
You stepped towards him as you removed his hands from his face. He looked at you and his eyes widened when he saw your cheeks streaked with tears, but your mouth with a soft smile.
"Why'd you stop?" you laughed "I liked it when you ran that mouth of yours."
He just blinked at you and gulped. He reached for your face and wiped your tears away from your cheeks.
He looked you in the eyes with this soft expression.
"I like you." he said finally. His hands cupping your cheeks. "Merlin, I don't like you. I love you. So so much."
He rested his forehead on yours as you placed a hand on his shoulder, the other cupping the hand that was cupping your cheek.
You looked at him and smiled. "I love you too, Oliver Wood."
He let out a sigh of relief as he laughed softly and hugged you, tight. He buried his face into the crook of your neck and you slung your arms over his shoulders. You both stayed like that for a while, and you felt Oliver shiver. You burrowed your eyebrows in confusion.
Was he... crying?
"Oliver, are you... Crying?"
He sniffled and hugged you tighter "...No?"
You laughed softly and pulled away, his hands still rested on your waist. He had tears on his face and he looked like a baby. He was adorable.
You laugh softly and wiped his face "Godric, look at you. You're adorable."
"I'm just happy that I didn't make a fool out of myself and you actually like me too." he chuckled as his thumb traced circles on your hips.
"Why wouldn't I?" you said as your hand played with his hair. "You're... different from any guy I've ever met. You're passionate, loyal, you never take shit from anybody. And you and your Quidditch obsession? It's adorable and admirable."
You felt him squeeze your hips a little tighter.
He looked at you, gazing into your eyes before flicking his gaze to your lips. You took a deep breath as he leaned closer, noses touching. He paused, waiting for your consent, when you closed the gap and kissed him.
He melted into the kiss. Squeezing you tighter and pulling you closer to him. Your fingers intertwined in his hair as leaned your head back for a more comfortable position.
You felt his tongue swipe on your lower lip for access, and you obliged, opening your mouth so that your tongues fought for dominance.
He backed you up against the wall and his hands trailed over your body. One hand snaked down to squeeze at your ass, while the other snaked upward to cup your jaw. He breaks the kiss on your lips and went on to plant sloppy kisses on your jaw, down to your neck, and then to your collarbone. Your hands lay on his shoulder as you whimper at the feeling.
You feel him smirk against your skin as his hand explored under your shirt, grazing his rough hands on your soft skin.
He stopped for a moment and looked up at you, already breathless. "Are you okay with this?"
You nod desperately, wanting more. Oliver smiled and went back to placing kisses on your neck, which was sure to leave a mark.
You throw your head back, and luckily Oliver's free hand was there to hold it to keep you from hitting the wall. The hand under your shirt went ahead to cup at your breasts. You let out a deep sigh as you bit your lip, preventing any lewd sound from coming out of your mouth.
"Wanna hear ya'." you heard Oliver mutter as he now tugged your sleeve down to pepper your shoulder with kisses.
"W-what if someone passes by and hears?" you whine.
"No one comes here at this time."
"Oliver..."
He was panting already "Need you" he said in between breaths "So bad."
You were already breathless, and Oliver showed no signs of stopping. You felt his hand snake down to your thighs and was about to hike up your skirt, when suddenly—
"Oi! Oliver! You in here, mate?" you heard a voice from outside the changing room.
You squeaked in surprise as you shoved Oliver away from your wet neck. He looked at the door, surprised.
"Oliver!" yelled Fred from outside the changing room.
Oliver cursed under his breath "Shit, I didn't lock the door!"
You scrambled away from him as you hid behind the nearest curtain.
Oliver hastily tried to fix himself just before George and Fred Weasley burst through the door.
"There you are, why weren't you answering?" George asked.
Fred looked him up and down "And what... what happened to you? You look all sweaty and wet and breathless."
Oliver gulped as he tried to stand up straight. "Push ups."
George raised a brow "Push ups?"
Oliver nodded frantically.
"You're acting strange, mate." Fred snickered
"Am not" Oliver hissed
"Are too"
"Holy Merlin— Did— Did you make out with someone?" George asked, shocked.
Fred looked at Oliver again and his jaw dropped "No way, mate. His lip's are all swollen! And he's all red!"
Oliver's heart thumped in his chest. "What are you talking about you dickheads? Go away! I'm busy."
George and Fred raised a brow "Busy with someone."
"I'm not!"
Then suddenly, the color drained from Fred and George's faces.
"Oh bloody hell... You don't like... her, anymore?" Fred asked.
Georges expression shifted to disappointment "After years of everything you make out with some rando?"
Oliver scoffed "It's none of your business!"
"Oh it's definitely our business! Do you have any idea how devastated she was?" Fred yelled.
Oliver rolled his eyes, You've got the wrong idea. he thought to himself.
But Fred and George weren't gonna take shit.
"We're gonna find that girl."
Oliver's face went pale "Wait, what?"
The twins walked around the changing room. "Yohoo! Mystery lady! We know you're in here. We just wanna talk!"
You pressed your hands on your mouth. You've just been inside that curtain, listening and suppressing any noise you could make. You got to hand it to the twins. They were the best.
Fred and George looked everywhere as Oliver palmed his face. "Could you two just go?"
"No." the twins said in unison.
Then, George spotted your feet under the curtain. He looked at Fred who nodded.
"Alright fine." Fred said.
Oliver looked at them, dumbfounded. "Really?"
"Yeahhhh." George said.
Oliver breathed a sigh of relief.
"After we check behind that curtain!" George shouted as you stifled a yelp.
Fred lunged to the curtain and yanked it open.
"WAIT—!" Oliver yelled.
"AHA! Found you—!" Fred's words died in his throat as his widened eyes saw yours.
George's jaw dropped as Oliver wanted to die right there and then.
"...Hi?" you smiled.
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Fred and George's brains weren't working when you and Oliver finally explained to them all that has happened.
They sat in silence for a while. Until Fred broke the silence and yelled: "THEY'RE BACK! MY PARENTS ARE BACK!"
He came up to you and Oliver, almost weeping, as he pulled you into a bone crushing hug.
You gasped for air as you frantically patted on Fred's back "Fred— Fred get off— Seriously, are you in 5th year or the 1st?"
Oliver tried to pry away "Weasley! You're re-breaking my ribs! Get— Off—!"
"Never." Fred smirked as he hugged tighter.
George laughed and joined the hug.
"Guys I swear to Merlin, get off!" Oliver grunted.
The twins pulled away.
"Wait till the others hear about this! They'll be thril—"
CRUNCH.
The four of you looked at the door and saw Harry and the girls peeking through. They hid again once you saw them.
"Harry why did you blow our cover?!" Katie hissed.
"Is it my fault that there's a twig there?!" Harry exclaimed.
Oliver groaned as you laughed.
"Get in here, all of you. No point in hiding." Oliver grumbled.
Soon the whole changing room was cramped with the Gryffindor Quidditch team, who were all cheering as if they'd won the lottery.
"So great to have you both back." Harry said as he hugged you both. "It was so nerve wracking watching you both for weeks!"
Angelina popped up beside Harry and nudged him "You owe me 10 Galleons."
Harry muttered angrily under his breath as he dug through his pocket, but he had this stupid smile plastered on his face.
"Alright alright!" Oliver shouted as he put a hand around your waist. "Get back to the Common Room. We'll meet you guys there. If Filch or McGonnagal finds us all here in the men's changing room we're toast." he grumbled in annoyance.
George nudged him "You're just mad we cock-blocked you."
Oliver turned a deep shade of red "I am not!"
"Your face says otherwise" Fred observed.
You stifled a laugh.
"Alright guys let's go back." Angelina said as she ushered the others out. "Let's give Mum and Dad some private time."
The others laughed and teased and made smooching sounds as they left the room. Leaving you and Oliver.
Once they were gone Oliver turned to you again and kissed you.
You giggled and placed your hands on his chest.
"We should get going." you chided.
"10 minutes." he said hungrily as he snaked his hand up your skirt again "I wanna finish off where we started."
He was leaning in when you both heard noise outside the door.
"Ew!" You heard Alicia exclaim.
"Shut up you dolt!" You heard Angelina hiss.
Harry groaned "You're so noisy! They'll kill us!"
Oliver groaned as he buried his head in your shoulder. You laughed.
"I swear to Merlin, I'll make you all work your arses off here on the pitch for a whole day!" Oliver yelled and you heard them scurry away.
"Are we ever gonna be uninterrupted?" he groaned.
You ran your finger through his hair "Maybe, but not now. We should go back too."
He looked at you and smirked before kissing you and peppering kisses across your face. He paused and looked at you.
"I'm kissing you too much, aren't I?"
You laughed softly and placed a peck on his lips.
"You are, but don't stop. I love it."
"My dorm later?"
"To finish off where we started? Absolutely."
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His confession had my heart in a vice, it was so yearnful 😩🤍


