Failure Until it Comes to You
Warnings: praise, slighty suggestive.
Your boyfriend Oliver Wood sat quietly on one of the wooden benches inside the changing room, his Quidditch gloves clutched tightly in his hands. You could tell he was stressed, shaking, and slightly slouched, You went inside to go comfort him.
His eyes met yours and they softened, he reached for your hand, he warmed them up and felt more steady.
“This is the final match before the term ends.” he said, staring at her. “I’m ready.. I have to win.”
“You’re gonna be fine,” you replied softly. “I know you have lots of pressure though, just keep going for me my captain.”
Oliver let out a quiet chuckle.
You grabbed his head and kissed his forehead, pulling back, and resting against him, “work hard, play hard! I’ll be cheering louder than anyone.”
You gently nudged Oliver toward the entrance.
He hesitated for only a second before nodding.
“I’ll see you afterwards.”
As he joined the rest of the Gryffindor team, his posture straightened with renewed determination.
The stadium erupted into applause.
Lee Jordan adjusted the microphone with a strong start.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” he announced, “welcome to the final Quidditch match of the season!”
“And here come the fearless lions of Gryffindor!”
Scarlet robes burst onto the pitch to one side.
Oliver led his team with confidence, broom tucked beneath one arm.
“And entering from the opposite side—”
Lee glanced toward the slytherin players.
Professor McGonagall’s sharp voice interrupted immediately.
“The… great serpents of Slytherin.”
The Slytherin supporters roared.
Madam Hooch stepped into the center circle.
A piercing whistle sliced through the air,
Quaffles flew through the air,
Bludgers flew unpredictably between players.
Oliver’s commands echoed across the stadium.
“Angelina! Kate!.. watch it.”
For a while, Gryffindor had the lead.
One of the Bludgers came down sharply after being struck by a Slytherin Beater.
The heavy iron ball slammed into his side.
The impact sent him sprawling from his broom.
The crowd watched in horrified silence as charms slowed his fall just enough to prevent something far worse.
Green banners erupted throughout the stadium.
Oliver sat upright in one of the beds of the hospital wing, staring blankly at the blanket covering his lap.
His broken broom rested against the nearby wall.
You quietly stepped inside.
“You were hit by a Bludger going full speed!”
He wrapped his arms around you, and sobbed into your chest.
“I sucked today.. I’m a failure.”
You rubbed slow circles on his back, reassuring him and taking him back to his dorms after his treatment.
Lee Jordan shouted from across the room.
“you’ve still got another year to terrify us all with six-hour practices.”
Everyone laughed, but you took Oliver up to his room, he sat on his bed and you straddled his lap and gave faint, barely there, kisses on his neck.
You said soft praises, murmuring what a good job he did. He whimpered slightly and turned his lamp off, you went under the covers and got some rest.
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