supernatural

njz stan est. 2023 fav ffs as reblogs ♡ hp fanfics soon !

[polkadot-myshirt]

⟡ ݁₊ . you’re.. not the only one

that i know.. ༘⋆

⸝⸝ ᐟ⋆ but i’m too proud

to talk you to you anyway 𑣲.

[halfblooddprincess]

autumn at the burrow… 🍁

[polkadot-myshirt]

this is so accurate i love it + i bet it’s so cozy at the burrow omgoshhh

[polkadot-myshirt]

I thought we had it all, ⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢

⊹ ࣪ ˖ But it’s just never enough.

⋆.˚⭑.ᐟ You wanna take it all,

You wanna take it and run. ᥫ᭡.

You make it difficult,

and I like difficult love.

[popisobias]

ok but why is no one talking about the weston koury cameo😭

IKR OMG MY WORLDS COMBINED 😇😇😇

[eliatopia]

𒈔 　⠀ ꦿ　  屈託のないその笑顔ムカつく　𓂅

 ❀ ൄ ⠀  You're Just My Type  ྀི⿻

 ꫶᳜𖤓   𝓐nd I Like Your Style  ݂ʕ̢̣̣̣̣̩̩̩̩·͡˔·ོɁ

  ✿   ❀   ᅠ✧ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏   ❀   ✿

[lumosflairr]

𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦. - 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐏𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫

summary: Hermione and Ron watch you and Harry in awe from a distance as you both share a moment in the snow.

warnings: none!

word count: 0.4k

Snow dusted the cobblestone courtyard like powdered sugar, glittering under the pale afternoon sun. From beneath the Hogwarts clock tower, Ron Weasley stood beside Hermione Granger, both of them wrapped tightly in scarves and thick coats, watching as you and Harry darted around in the snow, laughing breathlessly.

You scooped up a handful of snow and lobbed it at Harry’s chest. He let out a dramatic gasp and stumbled backward, pretending to be wounded.

“She’s got an arm on her,” Ron said, eyebrows raised, a little impressed despite himself.

Hermione smiled warmly, tugging her scarf higher around her neck as Harry retaliated with a snowball of his own—one you narrowly dodged, ducking just in time.

“They’re adorable,” Hermione said softly, her eyes shining with fondness.

“You mean ridiculous,” Ron corrected, though his grin betrayed him. “Look at them. They’ve been throwing snow at each other for ten minutes and neither one’s aiming properly. It’s like watching Crookshanks try to chase a shadow.”

“Oh, don’t pretend you’re not secretly loving it,” Hermione teased, nudging his arm with a grin.

Ron scoffed. “Secretly? I’m offended. I’m loudly loving it. Honestly, I give it two minutes before Harry slips and falls on his—oh—wait for it…”

They both leaned forward as Harry suddenly sprinted toward you, eyes wild with mock vengeance.

You let out a shriek and turned to run, but not fast enough. Harry caught you from behind and spun you around, scooping you up into his arms as your giggles echoed off the stone walls. He buried his face in your neck, kissing your cheeks, nose, and forehead rapidly while you squealed and tried (but not really) to push him off.

Ron blinked. “Blimey. If he kissed her any harder his glasses are gonna snap clean in half.”

Hermione laughed, watching fondly as Harry placed you back on your feet and placed a final kiss on you’re lips. You both were smiling like dorks as you kissed, your arms wrapping around his neck as you both break away and let out more giggles.

“He never smiles like that anymore, have you noticed?” she questioned.

Ron tilted his head and said, “You mean the smile of a bloke who’s just been snowballed into a pile of girlfriend?”

She rolled her eyes. “You know what I mean. He’s happy. Really, properly happy.”

Ron glanced at them again—Harry was now wrapping his arms around your waist - whispering something in your ear that made your whole face flush pink. You slapped his shoulder playfully, which Hermione and Ron both heard a “Harry James Potter!” escape your lips. Harry laughed louder, his smile somehow growing wider.

“Yeah,” Ron said quietly. “He is.”

A short pause passed by, before Ron spoke again-

“…Also, not to be that friend, but if they start snogging in front of us again I am pelting them with a snowball.”

Hermione smirked. “Only if I get the first throw.”

“Deal.”

[miriunknown]

Dating Hermione Granger ❤️

(this is Hermione x F!reader)

Study dates constantly, she'll have you come to her dorm or the library and you'll sit there for hours studying, talking, kissing, etc. she always makes them fun too.

Keeps your favorite tea/hot cocoa mix in her room so she has it.

Helps you with your assignments,

Likes baking for you, but she doesn't do it often because she tends to be too preoccupied with her studies.

Gets you matching necklaces with your initials on it.

Will let you draw on her hands and arms while she does her work, she likes looking at the drawings and she'll take pictures of them to keep.

She has a Polaroid camera her parents got her for Christmas one year and she loves taking pictures of you and her.

She has a box full of pictures of the two of you.

Brings you flowers from time to time,

Preferably she'll bring you chocolates though.

Likes having you run your fingers and nails through her hair while y'all cuddle.

I love writing these but damn these make me feel so single.

[dreaming-of-epiphanies]

𝓕𝓸𝓻 𝓛𝓾𝓬𝓴

Description: After you agree to a dare that you’ll kiss your longtime crush Oliver Wood if he’s ever nervous before a game, you don’t expect that day to finally arrive… or that he might want to kiss you too. 

A/N: So this my very first fic for someone who isn’t Tom Riddle or George Weasley… and is also my first attempt at writing Oliver Wood. I hope it’s good! 

Warnings and word count: Canon timeline is probably a little off. This should be taking place during PoA but there are no dementors here, just fluff. Word count 2.1k.

O.W. masterlist, HP series masterlist

“Come on, it’s your turn!” 

“Okay, okay! Truth or Dare?”

“Dare.”

“I dare you to charm McGonagall’s robes blue!” 

“What?! I’m not doing that!” 

“It’s a dare! You have to do it, or you eat one of Fred and George’s experiments… what were they called? Barfing Bonbons?”

“Puking Pastilles. Barfing Bonbons? I’m offended, Johnson!”

“Yeah, why would we name it that? You must have no faith in our marketing abilities!”

“Considering the last five blokes to try them went to the Hospital Wing for an ‘unidentified illness,’ I don’t think you’ll be marketing them at all anytime soon!”

The group dissolved into laughter, while Fred and George continued to feign offence to the barb. Angelina rolled her eyes, and turned back towards you, her eyes gleaming in challenge. 

“Alright. If you don’t want to turn McGonagall’s robes blue–”

“I definitely don’t,” you said firmly. The last thing you needed was to get in trouble with Professor McGonagall. 

“–then we need a dare that’s even worse. As punishment for rejecting the first one.”

“Oh, I know!” Katie exclaimed triumphantly, turning to you with a grin. “Oliver.”

You frowned. “What about him?” He was noticeably absent from the group tonight, something you’d tried not to be too disappointed about.  

Although, considering what was said next, you found yourself rather relieved he wasn’t.

“You have to kiss him.”

“I have to what?!” you exclaimed, aghast, and Katie nodded triumphantly. 

“You’ve liked him for long enough, it’s time to do something about it.”

“But… I can’t do that!” you protested. Katie shrugged while Angelina nodded in agreement.

“It’s either that or try one of the Throw-up Tiramisus.” she offered, and you shuddered.

“I am not kissing Oliver,” you said, aghast. 

“You could always turn McGonagall's robes red.” 

“Seriously. You’re going to make me?”

You stared at your friends in shock and they stared right back, unrelenting. Katie raised an eyebrow. 

“Listen,” you tried one last time. “The only time I would ever kiss Oliver of my own volition was if he was… I dunno, nervous about a game!”

“That never happens.” George said, completely missing that that was your whole point. You didn’t want to kiss Oliver because someone had dared you to. You wanted to kiss him because you wanted to, and he wanted to kiss you too.

Which would never happen, because you were fairly certain he definitely didn’t. 

“Yeah, I know. I’m not going to kiss him because of a dare, okay?”

“You know the rules! It’s either accept the dare or jump into the Black Lake. And it’s winter, so I would think very carefully about this.”

“I know, but–”

“The question’s simple, alright?” Angelina interrupted, crossing her arms and fixing you with a steely look. “Are you going to do it, or not?”

༺ ✧ ༻

The cold winter wind whipped against your face as you stepped out of the castle, following the throng of students heading towards the Quidditch field. It had snowed last night and was well below freezing outside, so you had been quite surprised to see how many people were going. 

“If I’d known this many people would show up, I would’ve come earlier,” you told your friend Scarlett, your teeth chattering as you side-stepped a particularly large, snow-covered rock you’d seen someone trip over earlier. 

“I think we should be okay,” she said. “I still see a bunch of available seats.”

“Yeah, but it’ll fill up pretty fast,” a voice behind you said, and you turned to see Fred Weasley grinning, his broom slung over his shoulder.

“Weasley! Don’t you start playing in like, what, fifteen minutes?” you asked.

He shrugged, still smiling. “Yep. Overslept.”

“I’d run if I were you,” you warned. “Otherwise Oliver might genuinely hit the roof of the locker room.”

“Nahh, it’ll be fine,” Fred waved a hand dismissively. “Besides, I have a secret weapon.”

“And what’s that?” you asked suspiciously, raising an eyebrow.

“You,” he said, and promptly grabbed your arm, veering off the path and dragging you with him in the direction of the locker room tents. 

“Fred! What are you doing?!” you yelped, stumbling along down the snowy hill. 

“Holding you to your promise!”

“My what?”

“Don’t you remember?” he said, continuing to pull you towards the entrance of the tent. “Last week. You said you’d snog Wood if he was ever nervous about a game.”

“Yeah, because he never gets nervous.” 

Fred threw you a look over his shoulder. “Well, guess what he is today.”

You snorted in disbelief as Fred tugged you towards the locker room, reaching out for the door handle. “Please. He’s never–”

Fred threw the door open and you were met with sight of none other than Oliver Wood, pacing back and forth in agitation. 

“–nervous.” you finished lamely, and Fred dropped your arm, stepping up beside you and giving you a meaningful nudge. You shot him a dirty look, crossing your arms and standing there as Oliver looked up, apprehension written all over his face.

“Well, don’t just stand there, Weasley,” he snapped, gesturing at the open door. “You’re letting all the cold air in!”

“My mistake, Wood!” Fred chirped, squeezing past you and whistling a jaunty tune as he did so. Oliver glared at him before glancing back up and seeing you still standing there, stunned, in the doorway. 

“What are you doing here?” he asked, frowning, but his shoulders dropped a little and some of the creases on his face smoothed out. 

“I, uh…” You trailed off, glancing over at Fred and George. George was observing you and Oliver, apt, while Fred triumphantly polished the handle of his broomstick. To his right, Angelina and Katie were simply standing there, watching this unfold expectantly. Angelina had a slight smile on her face and you resisted the urge to glare at her. 

Seeing you weren’t going to get help from any of them, you turned back to Oliver, shifting awkwardly on your feet. 

“Just to say hi,” you said finally, and Oliver sighed, striding over towards you. For a second, your eyes widened and your breath caught in your throat as he got far too close. Was he going to kiss you? He was certainly within close enough distance–

All your hopes quickly deflated as he simply reached past you, pulling the door shut and giving you a mildly irritated look, though it lacked any real malice. 

“You shouldn’t be down here right before a game. Only players are allowed,” he told you, even though you knew that. 

“Yeah, I just…” You glanced over at your other friends again, and sighed, shaking your head. “If you must know, I was told you were nervous.”

Oliver scoffed. “Nervous? I’m not nervous.” he said seriously, and Fred let out an audible laugh. He immediately looked at him, sharply, and Fred shrugged. 

“Tell that to the spot in the floor you practically wore off with all your pacing,” he pointed out. 

“I wasn’t pacing,” Oliver countered, “I was strategizing.” 

“On the ground? Quidditch is a game that takes place on brooms– you do know that, right?” Fred asked.

Another sharp look. “Yes, I know that very well.” 

“Could’ve fooled me,” Fred muttered and Oliver immediately pointed at the door.

“Out.”

“What? We still have ten minutes!”

“Out.” 

Fred grumbled something incoherent but grabbed his broom, slinging it over his shoulder again and walking towards the door. 

“The rest of you lot, too,” Oliver added, earning a number of insulted gasps from the players. “I need to be alone.”

Feeling rather crestfallen, though you didn’t allow your thoughts to linger long on why, you started to back towards the door too, but a voice stopped you. 

“Not you,” Oliver said, his tone considerably softer than it had been earlier. “You can stay.”

You swallowed, your throat suddenly very dry as you heard a chuckle behind you. Turning around, you saw it was Angelina, giving you a significant look before following her team outside and letting the door swing shut behind her. 

Once you and Oliver were safely alone, he let out a long sigh, dropping down onto one of the benches with his head in his hands. You frowned, concern for him immediately overriding the nerves you felt around him. You’d only been in love with him since what, your second year?

“What’s wrong?” you asked him quietly, approaching him cautiously until you were standing in front of him. He shook his head and when he spoke, his voice was slightly muffled by his hands. 

“I don’t know,” he told you, sounding strained and tired. “We’ve played Ravenclaw and won before– a lot– but they have the best brooms of the season now, and a killer new Keeper.”

You raised your eyebrows. “‘The best brooms of the season’?” you echoed. “Doesn’t Harry have a Firebolt as well?”

Oliver glanced up, peeking through his fingers. “Yeah. But–”

“And they have a new Keeper too?” you interrupted. He nodded, and you scoffed. 

“Not as good as you, I bet,” you said decisively, and he took his hands away from his face, watching you speak. “I don’t watch much Quidditch, but I can say you’re by far the best Keeper I’ve ever seen.”

“If you don’t watch a lot of games, then you’re not really a reliable source.”

“Rubbish, Wood. I’ve watched you play, so I know my stuff. And there’s no way you can lose.” you told him seriously. 

“Thanks for your confidence,” he said wryly, tilting his head back and looking up at the ceiling. “But I don’t think–”

“But nothing!” you cried. “I won’t hear any more of your protests but if I do, I’ll go ahead and see myself out.”

You took a step backwards towards the door and immediately Oliver’s hand shot out, grabbing your wrist and stopping you from going any further. 

“Don’t go,” he said instantly. “Stay.”

“You have five minutes until game time, Oliver,” you said, trying your best to disguise the quiver in your voice. “I can’t stay for long.”

“That’s alright,” he said quietly. “Just… stay.”

You swallowed roughly again, but nodded. 

“Okay,” you whispered. “I’ll stay.”

Oliver took a breath, then stood up and pulled you into a tight, nearly bone-crushing hug. You stiffened at the unexpected contact, then slowly relaxed into his embrace. 

Tentatively, you allowed yourself to wrap your arms around him too, feeling the coarse material of his Quidditch uniform scratch at your ungloved hands. He smelled like broom polish and the apple turnover you’d seen him eat for breakfast, a combination that should not have smelled as good as it did. 

He hugged you a little tighter, holding on for a moment more before releasing you and stepping back. 

“You should go,” he said reluctantly, still sounding worried but less so than before. “We don’t have long until playing time.”

“Good luck,” you said. “Even though you don’t need it.”

He nodded, giving you a grateful look, and you started to step back. Then, before you could lose your nerve, you lifted yourself up and kissed him on the cheek. 

It was a quick kiss, lasting no more than a second or two, but your lips definitely landed on his cheek. You heard his inhale of surprise but turned away before he could react, already rushing towards the door–

For the second time that day, he caught your wrist before you could leave and turned you around to face him. 

“What was that for?” he asked, light brown eyes alight with something indecipherable. You shook your head, trembling slightly.

“For luck,” you repeated breathlessly, trying to tug out of his grasp again.

“You missed.”

You frowned. “I what?”

“You missed,” he repeated, then pulled you to him again, his lips landing solidly on yours in a real, true kiss. 

You immediately froze, your brain completely malfunctioning as you tried to comprehend the fact that you were finally, actually snogging Oliver and that this wasn’t some fever dream you would wake up from in a couple seconds, before instantly regretting you were no longer asleep. You found yourself wishing he would never pull away, that this feeling would go on forever and ever–

He ended this kiss first, drawing back but just enough so he could breathe. His lips continued to hover over yours, slightly swollen and inviting. 

“That was…” you began nervously, and he exhaled hard, his breath warm over your cheeks. 

“Less talking, more kissing,” he murmured, starting to kiss you again. 

“Don’t you have a game to play?” you pointed out, even though you’d like nothing more than to keep snogging him. 

Oliver paused, hesitated, then shrugged. 

“It can wait,” he muttered, leaning forward again. “I think I need a little more luck first…”

A/N: Okay, there it is! This was pretty fun to write and I hope you enjoyed reading it. I’ll try to write some more for him as well as other characters in the HP series, as is one of my goals this year. Please request any specific characters you’d like to see, and a happy new year to you. And yes, a bit of that dialogue was inspired by the movie Elf!

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[irreizponsibl3]

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!

︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵

"I'm blabbering again, aren't I?"

"You are, but don't shut up. I love it."

︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵

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.

﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌

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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[agaypanic]

ok ok imagine this. the reader and oliver wood (yes this is a request for the best gryffindor out there (fight me)) are proper quidditch rivals but are on the same team. it’s proper ‘my strategies are better than yours’ type thing and everyone on the team is like ‘oh my god this is the worst’ but behind closed doors they’re like the sweetest couple ever. you’d not even think that on the pitch they’re mortal enemies against themselves if you know what I mean!????

Off the Pitch (Oliver Wood X Gryffindor!Reader)

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Summary: If someone were to ask anyone of the Gryffindor quidditch team about you and Oliver Wood, they’d all say roughly the same thing. That when you were anywhere near each other, you’d immediately become insufferable. But they soon learn that your behavior off the pitch is entirely different.

A/N: oliver and reader are 7th years so POA. Warning for drinking/getting drunk ig. Kinda hints at nsfw towards the end

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Harry could hear you and Oliver long before he could see you. Your arguing seemed to be amplified by the giant Quidditch pitch surrounding you.

“You’re ridiculous, Wood, really!” You barked, slamming the brush of your broom on the ground like you were stomping your foot. “A practice session this early is absurd.”

“May I remind you, I’m your captain, L/n?” Oliver said with a volume similar to yours, but he tried to have a more composed demeanor. “Don’t tell me how to do my job.”

You let out a laugh that completely lacked amusement. “Oh, I will. Because, may I remind you, I’m Head Girl? It would be a shame if Hooch and McGonagall knew how many practices you really schedule. That must be a type of violation, cutting into students’ study time and such.”

“That’s ridiculous!” Oliver stepped closer to you, giving an incredulous look. “I swear, ever since I rejected your play strategies last week, you’ve been giving me trouble.”

“Well, it’s certainly frustrating when your captain’s a stubborn man with blockheaded ideas on what to do with his chasers.”

That triggered a louder argument between you and Oliver, and all Harry could do was watch. This was far from his first time witnessing one of your spats with the Gryffindor Quidditch captain, and he doubted it would be the last. Part of Harry wondered how you could function as team members with the constant bickering, especially over how Oliver should run his team. But in the end, as long as Gryffindor was winning matches, he didn’t mind too much.

“Trouble in paradise?” Harry suddenly found himself sandwiched between the Weasley twins, who watched the scene in front of them.

“They’ve been at it for a while.” Harry said with a sigh. “I’d stop them, but the sooner they stop, the sooner we have to do drills.” All three boys grimaced at the thought of what hell Oliver would put them through during practice today.

“Oi!” Fred and George’s fiery red hair caught Oliver’s eye, and the young man turned his attention to your spectators. “What are you lot gawking at?”

“Just enjoying the view, Ollie!” George grinned.

“Oh, yes,” Fred jumped in. “We just love how passionate you two get.”

Oliver huffed in annoyance, and his cheeks turned pink. “Go get changed before I make you run laps.” Not bothering to see if the boys listened to his instructions, he turned back to you. “And you, lass… If you know what’s good for you, you’ll stop giving me so much sass.”

Instead of agreeing and running off like any other player would, you gave a sweet, innocent smile.

“And if you know what’s good for you, you’ll get your broom out of your arse.”

***

A week later, Harry was sitting at a table in the common room with Ron and Hermione, hunched over a DADA essay that was due the next morning. He and Ron were the ones scrambling, as Hermione had completed it the other day. She was with them to do some “light” reading and lead the boys’ essays in the right direction.

The portrait door to the common room opened, which caught the three’s attention because of how late it was. Out of the corridor emerged a group of seventh years, clearly filled with giggle water and firewhiskey as they failed to suppress their laughs and loud “whispers.” Last to come in was the drunk student's herder, Oliver Wood. He seemed to be the least plastered of them all. And there you were next to him, clearly drunk and clinging to him so you didn’t trip over your own feet.

The sight was very confusing for Harry, as he had never seen you two get this close unless it was to argue face to face on defensive strategies until you were nose to nose. And Harry had never seen you treat each other so… nicely?

“Ollie, I‘m tired.” You whined into his shoulder, dragging your feet until you slowed to a stop.

Oliver took your hand, squeezing it before pulling you towards him. “I know, lass. Just up the steps and then to bed.” 

Just looking at the start of the staircase, you knew you were too drunk and tired to get to your room. Your eyes were already heavy, and you were still standing up, although that was mainly because Oliver was holding you up and against his chest.

“Can you carry me?”

It seemed instantaneous in your drunken state, Oliver picking you up with ease and taking you up the stairs. You giggled and kissed his lips before settling down with your head on his shoulder. Harry watched in complete shock, but when he turned back, he was met with confused faces.

“What’s the big deal?” Ron asked.

“Can’t handle affection, Harry?” Hermione teased.

Harry shook his head so hard that his glasses slipped down the bridge of his nose. “No, you don’t get it. I have never seen them act like that before. On the pitch, they seem like colleagues at best, and that’s when they’re not at each other’s throats.”

“I dunno.” Ron shrugged. “They all seemed pretty smashed; maybe it’s a one time thing.”

“So smashed they became different people?” Harry retorted, finally adjusting his glasses and returning to his essay. But he didn’t even write a word before Hermione spoke.

“Are you really that blind?”

Harry and Ron looked at her, then each other, then her again. She asks them a version of this question almost every day, and they still haven’t come up with a response. So the boys stare at Hermione, waiting for her to just tell them what she knows.

She sighs. “They’re going out.” She said in the most obvious, matter-of-fact tone. Yet it still blew Harry’s mind. “Have been since we’ve started at Hogwarts, I think. They probably just leave it out of the pitch.” 

“Then why are they always fighting?”

“Harry, you know they’re both mad about Quidditch.” Ron said. “Besides, Fred and George say they mainly do it to get the other worked up.”

Ron’s friends looked at him curiously. “Worked up?”

“Yeah.”

“For what?”

“Dunno.” The redhead shrugged. “They never said. But I have a feeling them going upstairs like that has something to do with it.”

***

Harry Potter Taglist: @tangerineflavouredfentanyl

[noelan1]

Smut, smut, smut… what happened to fluff, angst, and etc? First thing i see when looking up “____ x reader” the top is smut 😞

im not against smut btw

[applepwies]

𐙚 yeah, 𝓵uck, yeah , I'm a lucky girl 🍀. ⊹₊⟡⋆

⤿ 🍵. you're 𝒂 lucky girl , yeah , we're 𝒮o lucky ! ⌇

luck (5x) . . 주문을 걸어 — luck ! . ܁₊ 🥭⊹ . ܁˖ 👚. ܁

[vainful-vanity]

𓏲ּ𝄢 Sugar and Cinnamon Kisses˚˖𓍢ִ໋˚

[HP] ⁠Hermoine Granger x F Witch! Reader

Contains: Fluff, Kissing, Teasing, Hand Holding, Soft Hermione, Public Affection, Established Relationship, Sweet Dialogue, Domestic Vibes, Diagon Alley Date

A/N: I genuinely just wanted to write soft girlfriend Hermione because I know for a FACT she’d act all composed and logical until her girlfriend kisses her unexpectedly and suddenly she’s blushing. Also yes, Hermione absolutely carries books on dates and nobody can convince me otherwise.

Summary: A simple trip through Hogsmeade turns into a soft afternoon full of teasing smiles, stolen kisses, and Hermione Granger pretending she’s unaffected by her very affectionate girlfriend.

╰┈➤⸝⸝★ Harry Potter ୭ ˚.

The chill of autumn lingered softly through the streets of Hogsmeade, cool air brushing against your cheeks while shop windows glowed gold beneath hanging lanterns.

The area buzzed with life around you with witches carrying shopping bags, owls hooting from crowded pet shops, the smell of butterbeer and baked pastries drifting through the air warm enough to make your stomach rumble. Beside you, Hermione walked with her scarf wrapped snugly around her neck, a paper bag full of books tucked carefully beneath one arm, while her other hand remained comfortably linked with yours.

You squeezed her fingers gently, earning a small glance from her over the rim of her knitted scarf. “You’re staring again,” Hermione murmured, though the corners of her lips betrayed her amusement.

“I have a pretty girlfriend. What else am I supposed to do?” Hermione let out the softest huff, cheeks immediately pinking despite herself. “You’re impossible.” “And yet you adore meee.” “That remains under review.” You grinned letting out a giggle, sticking your tongue out towards her while she rolled her eyes fondly, though her thumb rubbed absentmindedly against your knuckles the entire time.

The two of you wandered slowly past storefronts glittering with displays, occasionally stopping whenever Hermione noticed something interesting. Which was often. She paused outside a bookstore at least three separate times, eyes lighting up with genuine excitement while rambling about revised editions and new magical law publications you absolutely knew she would end up reading until three in the morning.

You honestly loved listening to her. Loved the way her hands moved while she explained things. Loved the way her voice became animated whenever she got passionate about something. Loved the intelligence shining in her warm brown eyes.

You especially loved how she always softened around you. “You’re doing it again,” Hermione said suspiciously “What?” “That look.” “What look?” “The ridiculously affectionate one.” You gasped dramatically. “Merlin forbid I look lovingly at my own girlfriend.” Hermione tried to remain composed, truly she did, but the smile pulling at her lips ruined it entirely.

A little bakery near the end of the area caught your attention not long after, warm cinnamon and melted chocolate spilling into the street from the open windows. Without hesitation, you tugged Hermione inside.

The warmth hit instantly. Fresh cookies sat stacked behind glass displays while candles flickered overhead, filling the small shop with soft golden light. Hermione removed her scarf slightly, curls messy from the wind outside, and honestly you thought she looked prettier than every enchanted thing in the room combined.

“You’re cold,” she noted quietly after noticing you rubbing your hands together before you could answer, Hermione gently reached forward and took your hands between hers, warming them carefully.

The gesture was so naturally affectionate it nearly made your heart burst “You know,” you started softly, “for someone who pretends to be logical all the time, you’re terribly soft.” Hermione looked up at you through her lashes. “Only with you.”

That alone would have been enough to ruin you completely instead of replying, you leaned down and kissed her. It was small at first soft and sweet.

Hermione melted into it almost immediately, fingers tightening around yours while the smell of sugar and cinnamon wrapped around both of you. Somewhere nearby, trays clinked and people chatted quietly, but none of it mattered when Hermione kissed you back like you were something precious.

When you pulled away, her nose brushed yours lightly “You’ve got terrible timing,” she whispered, though she sounded far too pleased to mean it “You didn’t complain.” Hermione’s eyes sparkled mischievously. “I can still complain afterward." You laughed quietly before stealing another quick kiss anyway, earning a flustered noise from her this time.

A while later, the two of you ended up seated near the bakery window with a shared plate of warm chocolate chip cookies between you. Hermione sat tucked against your side, one of your arms wrapped around her shoulders while she read the title page of one of her newly purchased books despite insisting this outing was meant to be relaxing.

“You brought reading material on a date..?” you said. Hermione blinked innocently. “I brought six.” “Six?” “One for every possible mood.” You stared at her for a moment before laughing so hard you nearly startled the nearby customers.

Hermione tried to look offended, but failed miserably once you pressed another kiss against her temple. Outside, evening lights shimmered against the cobblestone streets of Diagon Alley while soft rain began to patter against the windows.

Inside, wrapped together beneath the bakery’s warm golden glow with Hermione’s head resting against your shoulder and crumbs scattered across the table between you, everything felt cozy before the sound of tapping on the window was heard. A laugh bursted out from you seeing the faces of Harry and Ron making fake smoochy faces between you two, Hermoine’s eyes lifting before smacking the window lightly with her book “SERIOUSLY!” your grin stretched slowly staring at your girlfriend throwing a fit towards her two best friends. Nothing could be better.

[slvqtore]

⟢ pairing. george weasley x fem!gryffindor reader ⟢ summary. you unfortunately got paired up with george, the school’s most annoying person for potions class. ⟢ grumpy x sunshine. reader (sort of) despises george. reader being in denial. you fell first, you fell harder. ⟢ wc. 3,2k ⟢ masterlist!

“alright everyone, i want all of you to make any potion i’ve taught you this year so far. now, this is worth 20% of your grade, so i expect the best. and lastly, they will be done with pairs.” professor slughorn announced as he clasped his hands together. quiet murmurs could be heard, some students already had a partner in mind, others glanced around awkwardly, while some are even scared they might not have a partner.

you, however, are one of those people who already had a partner in mind. turning to hermione, you mouthed: “wanna be together?” she grinned and nodded happily, giving you a thumbs-up. but just as you turned your head around, your heart immediately dropped.

“boo!”

you yelped in surprise before quickly frowning once you saw who it was. “george! that’s not funny, you nearly gave me a heart attack!” you snapped, brows knitting in rage. and instead of apologizing, he laughed. of course he did. he couldn’t help it, he just loved seeing your face flushed with anger. “got ya good, didn’t i?” your jaw clenched as you smacked his forearm as he tried his best to dodge your attacks—while still grinning like an idiot.

though, professor slughorn didn’t even give you the chance to throw another attack at george, because apparently, he wasn’t done talking. “ah, don’t get too excited now! i will be choosing your partner.” professor slughorn added, causing everyone to groan, while some celebrated quietly. you, too, groaned with the others. “right then! let me see..”

professor slughorn then scanned the classroom carefully, slightly squinting from time to time. everyone held their breaths. “ah, yes—yes.. hermione granger you shall be paired up with dean thomas.” hermione nodded, for all she could think of was how grateful she was not to be paired up with a fellow slytherin as they had potions class with slytherin.

“pansy parkinson will be with.. let’s see here—ah, yes, lavender brown, that is!” and the list went on, and on.. ‘til it was down to the four of you: you, seamus, ron, and lastly, george. with each passing moment, your heart pounded loudly in your chest nervously. you prayed silently professor slughorn would pick ron as your partner. you suppose seamus would be fine, too. as long as it’s anyone but george.

“ah, george! you’d make an absolute pair for y/n!” and in that moment, you could feel your stomach drop. you grimaced as you sighed in defeat, already sensing his presence magically appear beside you. “uh-uh, don’t get any closer now.” you turned to your left, pressing your index finger on his shoulder to stop him from leaning in on you any further. “delighted to see me, i can tell.” he said with a smug smirk plastered across his stupid face.

you rolled your eyes as you ignored him, averting your attention to professor slughorn who was currently explaining about the rules and precautions. george, however, didn’t stop there. he continued and continued to pester you—a light tap on your quill, humming a ridiculous tune, whistling quietly.. you name it. and it made you lose your patience with each passing second.

“will you just shut up for a moment? i’m trying to focus here so that we don’t fail!” you whispered sharply at george, minding your voice as you didn’t want to cause a scene in front of everybody. “right, right. forgive me, love. don’t want us blowing up the dungeons.” he held up his hands in mock surrender, eyes wide filled with fake guilt. you groaned, dropping your head onto the table with a quiet thump in pure frustration and annoyance.

you didn’t know how long you could survive being in the same room with him for even one more minute.

and at last, class finally ended after what felt like decades. however, unfortunately for you, you still had a potion to make which automatically leaves you the whole day with george.

lucky you.

after a short and mildly painful discussion (mostly you trying to suggest literally anywhere else), you both agreed to work on the potion in an empty classroom in the dungeons, not far from slughorn’s classroom, a space just quiet enough to focus. it was apparently the old potions’ classroom, before they moved it 2 classrooms away for some reason.

“couldn’t we have done this anywhere else?” you asked with concern, hands filled with everything you needed to brew up a felix felicis; a potion also known as the liquid luck. george, who had a cauldron under his one arm like it weighed nothing, simply shrugged. “we could have. but then it wouldn’t be nearly as fun.” he quipped, glancing over so that his gaze landed on you.

a second, then two, then three.. but he wouldn’t stop staring at you, as if although he’s doing it on purpose.

“quit staring, would you?” you snapped, tilting your head so you’d be facing him. “why should i? you look absolutely stunning when you’re irritated.” his lips then curled in a playful smirk, clearly pleased with himself. but even after you scolded at him, he still wouldn’t stop staring. and for some odd reason, very odd actually, you felt your ears burn.

and to your dismay, he picked up on it. he then leaned in, far too close, until you could feel his warm breath against your ear. “is it just me,” he murmured, voice low and filled with mischief. “or are your ears turning red?”

“ew, get away from me, freak!” you shoved his face away as he erupted into laughter, no doubt that he was very much well entertained. you, on the other hand were beyond pissed—although, your burning face told otherwise. “you’re insufferable. no wonder you haven’t got a girlfriend.” you muttered, turning around the corner of the castle halls, indicating that you and george would be arriving anytime soon.

“no worries, you’ll be my first—and last.” he teased, wiggling his eyebrows as a cheeky smirk played on his lips. you simply rolled your eyes, letting out an annoyed huff. though, deep down you felt a tinge of.. something you didn’t want to examine too closely. embarrassed? flustered? perhaps. whatever it was, you refused to give it a name. “well, in order for that to happen is if you would’ve drugged me into taking an amortentia. (love potion).” you said dryly, shooting him a sideway glare.

“ouch, that was mean.” he clutched his chest in mock offense, as if although you had pierced his heart. you didn’t even bother to reply. instead, you pushed open the door open to the classroom, being immediately greeted by a cloud of dust swirling through the air. you waved your hands, attempting to clear it out with a grimace.

“lovely, ain’t it?” george said as he followed behind, setting down the cauldron with a loud clang on an empty table that echoed off the stone walls. you, too, set down your things on the table with a huff. your arms felt a great sense of relief the moment they were freed from the weight. “now, let’s get this over with.” you murmured, rolling up your sleeves as you flipped open advanced potion making.

george peered over your shoulder, “blimey, this looks cheerful.” the instructions were dense, annotated with tiny scribbles and warnings that left no room for error. “It’s notoriously difficult. slughorn said if we mess up even one step, we’ll end up with something closer to liquid disaster than liquid luck.” you stated, voice carried with caution, and just the slightest hint of dread.

and obviously, george being.. well, george, didn’t seem fazed at all. “guess we better get it right, then. i quite like my eyebrows where they are.” you gave him a dry look in return, clearly unamused by his lame joke. “ha-ha, very funny. though, you might want to say goodbye to them just in case.” you retorted before diverting your attention back to the potion. you flipped to the next part of the instructions, scanning each step carefully.

“alright,” you muttered, more to yourself than him, “looks like ashwinder egg’s up first.” george then reached for the jar, unscrewing the lid with a dramatic flourish. “here you go, love.” you’d be lying if you said your stomach wasn’t doing a small, ridiculous flip at the nickname. no matter how casually he threw it around.

snap out of it! this is preposterous, absolutely preposterous.

you snatched the jar almost immediately, shooting him a glare. “don’t—call—me—love.” you said through gritted teeth, using irritation as a flimsy cover for the heat rising in your face. “right, noted. i’ll be sure not to use that name next time, darling.” he said, grinning wickedly. you could feel your cheeks burn, and you weren’t sure whether it was because you were fuming, flustered, or embarrassed. or possibly, all three combined. you quickly raised your hand up, threatening to smack him as he ducked down dramatically to avoid your wrath.

“right, got it!” he laughed with a hand shielding his face. “sorry—won’t happen again.” still fuming with anger, you chose to ignore him instead, resuming whatever you were doing before, grabbing the next ingredient with slightly more force than necessary.

the cauldron bubbled steadily now, steam curling into the air as the mixture began to shift in color. you stirred precisely, counting the seconds under your breath, trying to refocus.

“need any help?” he inched closer, shoulders brushing against yours. he may not have know it, but just by this simple, yet affective gesture, your heart strangely started to beat faster.. and faster, until it felt like it might just explode.

you gulped nervously. “um, yeah. just keep stirring slowly for.. for about a minute, then.. heat the cauldron—yeah.” you didn’t know what overcame you, but you couldn’t even form a sentence without stumbling over your own words. and you felt like you wanted to die of embarrassment. never, never, in your life had you stuttered. and now you’re stuttering in front of george? how absurd!

you tried your best as to not have a full-on panic attack as you glued your eyes at the cauldron, determined not to look at him. “you alright there? you seem a bit wobbly,” he remarked, annoyingly delighted. you let out a forced-dry laugh, completely obvious that it was fake. “pfft, what on earth are you blabbering about? i’m fine.” your voice sounded more defensive than it ought to be.

he let out a small chuckle, “right, then.” with that, he turned back to the cauldron and began stirring while you distracted yourself by pretending to read the instructions. you were too busy with your thoughts that you didn’t realize that george was stirring in the wrong direction, and far too quickly—opposite of what the book instructed. “you’re doing it wrong, you prat.” you said, instantly reaching for the ladle.

you hadn’t quite realized it yet, but your hand laid atop his as you demonstrated him how to stir properly—clockwise, and slowly. at this moment, he wasn’t even paying attention to your blabber about why he should stir it properly and whatnots. his gaze was entirely fixed on yours.

“—and if you stir it counterclockwise while it’s still simmering, it’ll basically explode in our faces,” you finished, finally glancing up to meet his eyes, who were already on yours. the second your gazes met, you looked away in record time before quickly pulling back your arm as realization flooded. “i—sorry.” you quickly muttered an apology, cheeks as red as the color of your robes.

he blinked. “no—uh—‘s alright.“ for the first time since you step foot into hogwarts, never, ever, had you heard the george weaseley stumble over his own words. it was as if although just for the slightest moment, the ever-so-smug, unshakable joker had short circuited. “right, then..” you started, voice still tinged with awkwardness as you reached for the next jar, trying far too hard to act normal, as if the most embarrassing and awkward moment had just not happened. “next step is powdered rue. just a pinch.”

── .✦

around two dreadful hours later—thanks to a failed first batch, the two of you finally managed to brew a passable-looking felix felicis. you both leaned over the cauldron, eyeing the glimmering gold liquid that shimmered softly under the dim light of the dungeon. “well,” george started, exhaling as he folded his arms. “looks like we won’t be exploding today. bit of a shame, really.”

you gave him a tired side glance, arching your brow. “speak for yourself. i quite like my eyebrows the wat they are, thanks.” you said dryly, repeating the same sentence he’d thrown at you two hours ago. “ah, see what you did there. but c’mon, admit it. you had fun.” you snorted softly, picking up an empty vial. “if by fun you mean almost failing potions and having to spend two hours straight with you, then yes. loads of it.”

“you’re cruel. d’you know that?” he clutched his chest dramatically. you let out a small chuckle despite yourself, shaking your head as you began gathering the scattered ingredients on the table. see, he’d never admit this—but seeing you chuckle at his jokes instead of being annoyed with it, it made his chest flutter. you laughed. at him. and he clearly took it as a personal victory.

“was that a laugh i hear?” he quipped, nudging you slightly by the shoulders. “thank the lord! turns out you can laugh after all.” he added, a playful glint coating his eyes. you rolled your eyes, trying not to smile as you grabbed the last ingredient on the table. he mirrored your actions and grabbed the cauldron before carefully lifting the felix felicis. he then opened the door before you, giving a dramatic bow. “ladies first.” he winked, causing you to scrunch your face in disgust jokingly before you marched through anyway.

“graceful as ever,” he muttered, following close behind with a cauldron in one hand and the vial tucked safely in his pocket. the two of you didn’t exactly walk in silence. it was mostly filled with george humming a stupid tune and occasional remarks here and there, which to no one’s surprise—you ignored. but that for sure didn’t last too long since your patience was running out pretty quickly.

“one more word, and i swear i’ll—”

“what, hex me? throw your textbook at my head? honestly, worth it.” he wiggled his eyebrows, clearly unbothered, dare you might say even more entertained by your growing annoyance. “you’re unbelievable.” you muttered under your breath. if only your arms weren’t full, you would’ve smacked him by the head by now.

instead, you were clumsily hauling what felt like half the apothecary, ingredients clinking in your arms as you tried not to drop anything. “alright there, love? need a hand?” he asked once he saw how you struggled with the supplies. “i’m fine,” you lied, fully knowing that all you needed was someone to take even one jar off your hands before you shattered it all across the corridor.

“you’re many things but a great liar,” he chuckled lowly, grabbing two jars and a textbook from your arms before they could slip. you scowled, shifting the remaining weight with a huff. “i could’ve handled that.”

“oh, no doubt.” he said, voice dripping with sarcasm and mockery, to which you rolled your eyes at.

by the time you reached the grand staircase just below the gryffindor common room, you were exhausted, sore, and seconds from losing it entirely. one more flight and you’d be free—free from george, from potion ingredients, and from this absolute nightmare of an evening. you practically drooled just by the thought of your soft mattress on your four-poster bed.

however, your little thoughts were soon interrupted. because apparently, God had other plans.

right as you stepped off the moving staircase and onto the landing near the common room, your foot caught the edge of the step—stupid slippery stone—and you stumbled forward with a startled yelp, your arms flailing as everything threatened to spill out of them. george reacted fast, catching you by the elbow and steadying you before you could faceplant onto the floor.

“falling for me already, i see.” you immediately yanked your arm from his grasp with a glare, cheeks and ears flushed with heat from embarrassment and—unmistakably how flustered you were. “eugh, get your filthy hands off of me!” you hissed while also trying to maintain your balance. this, however, only made him laugh even harder.

and oh, you were pissed. not particularly because he’s made you a laughing stock, but more so because you were angry at yourself. it was so easy for him to get to you—you feel these unfamiliar and strange feelings whenever he’s around and you hated it. out of all people, why george weasley? that one person who never failed to irritate you, who lived to be a walking distraction, and who never took things seriously, quite the opposite of who you were.

“you know, if you wanted an excuse to collapse dramatically into my arms, you could’ve just asked.” you scoffed, bending to grab the jar that had rolled toward the banister before he followed soon after, helping you gather some of the things that had fallen.

once you gathered everything, you finally looked up, only to see george already having a ridiculous grin plastered across his dim-witted face. you could only groan upon seeing him, however as much as you despised it, that foolish smile never failed to make your stomach flutter.

── .✦

sleep didn’t come easily that night. you tossed and turned countless times, and no matter how much you tried, you just couldn’t get him outside your head. it was infuriating. you felt as if you were a madman. “stop, stop, stop!” you screamed onto your pillow, banging your head against it several times in hopes it could stop you from thinking about him.

thank god everyone here was a heavy sleeper, if not, they’d all probably be awake by now and you would’ve got kicked out in no time. you groaned in annoyance as your face sunk onto the pillow.

this is absolutely ridiculous.

you dramatically kicked your blanket off from pure frustration. “for goodness’ get out of my head!” you dragged a hand down your face. the more you tried to get him out of your head, the more he came. oh, you just couldn’t stop thinking about his stupid smile on his ridiculously attractive face, and that outrageous red hair that looked irritatingly appealing. and you really shouldn’t be thinking about his voice—all smooth and teasing and infuriatingly charming.

you groaned once more, flipping onto your stomach and muffling a scream into your pillow. “he’s not even that funny,” you whispered to yourself, and deep down you knew that was a big lie. “he’s not even that good-looking. in fact, he’s the worst looking weasley of all time.” you, again, tried so hard to convince yourself, but you obviously knew this was yet another big lie. you slammed your pillow over your head.

that’s it. you’ve completely gone mental.

[jebi-won]

#IHATEMYBF! ── ahn keonho smau

SYNOPSIS. you finally bagged the man of your dreams after all that time spent chasing him. your relationship was fine until it wasn’t. location turned off, texts being left on read, and even cheating rumors. you try to get out of the relationship but you just can’t, and it turns into a messy cycle you keep getting pulled back into. until you meet keonho, fell in love at first sight. that would’ve been perfect except you already have a boyfriend. will you stay with your boyfriend or go through drama just to get with keonho?

keonho x reader. slight woojin x reader, smau, written, crackfic, slow burn, slice of life, attempt at humor, attempt at angst, cursing, infidelity, mentions of underage drinking, partying, drama, miscommunication, toxicity, etc

featuring. kasia ifeye, louis lngshot, ian h2h, all of cortis, and many more!

TAGLIST. open!

PROFILES. tumblr girls(??) | ycc

ONE. latto 2.0

TWO. meepcity function

THREE. FAWK NAH

FOUR. who dat is??

© jebi-won ── all rights reserved, please don't copy, repost, translate, or modify my work without my permission.

[memento-rory]

i see of ur muses is kalynn koury i was wondering if u could write a little drabble about meeting her in a coffee shop with weston, ur the barista and she ends up asking for ur number!!

-🫐 anon

I AM OBSESSED WITH THIS

The bell above the door dings, and you look up from the cash register to see your two favorite regulars, Weston and Kalynn. They frequent this place pretty often, usually ordering the same thing and sitting down at a little table in the corner.

“Hey, guys!” You greet them as they walk up with a big smile on your face. “The usual again today?”

“I love that you remember our orders,” Weston muses, “It’s so nice. Makes me feel so special.”

“Anything to keep you guys coming back,” You tell him, “You guys make my day so much less boring.”

And you certainly don’t mind seeing Kalynn so often — but you obviously don’t say this. You’ve been crushing on her hard, but there hasn’t really been any indication that she feels the same. You’ve thought about saying something, or writing your number on her cup, but you don’t want to risk rejection.

Weston puts a hand over his heart, clearly touched at your compliment. “I want the same thing, but I think Kalynn wanted to try something different?” He gently nudges his sister.

“Oh! Yeah, uh,” Kalynn stammers, and you can’t help the comforting smile that spreads across your face. It’s interesting to see her be a little shy in person when she’s usually so outgoing in videos. (Yes, you’ve seen a couple. So what? It’s not like you were watching them because you miss seeing her or whatever…)

“What do you like? What’s your favorite?” Kalynn asks, and you grin.

“I’ll surprise you.” You tell her, and she nods, saying, “Cool.”

You ring them up, and as you’re tapping their orders in, you decide to be a little bolder than usual. “By the way, Kalynn, you look really pretty today.” You say it so casually, but your heart is racing.

Kalynn’s face goes a little pink and she beams at you. “Thanks, (Y/N), that’s so nice.”

“Of course,” You say, with a shrug, “I mean, really, you look pretty every day.”

Kalynn blushes even deeper and she waves her hand dismissively, smiling a little shyly this time.

(Weston is obviously eating this up.)

“Anyway,” You say as Weston pays, “I’ll get these fixed up for you ASAP.”

“Great, thank you!” Kalynn says, darting off to her and Weston’s usual table. Instantly, Weston’s phone is out and he’s recording himself and Kalynn, leaning in real close.

“Guys! The cute barista was totally hitting on Kalynn!”

“Weston, stop! She was not.”

“You’ve gotta ask for her number, dude. She wants you so bad.”

“Weston!”

“Weston and Kalynn!” You call out as you finish their drinks, sliding them down to the end of the counter.

Weston comes to collect the drinks, saying “Thank you!” again before returning to his table.

“Oh my God! She put a heart by your name!”

“That doesn’t mean anything, Weston.”

“Okay well there’s not a heart by my name, lady.”

“Just drink your dang coffee.”

“FIRST SIP!”

“You guys already know this is delicious. It’s perfect every time. How’s yours, Kalynn?”

“Dang! This is gooood. This is, like, all my favorite flavors.”

“I’m telling you! Give her your dang number, woman.”

Weston and Kalynn finish off their drinks, and as they stand up, you start to wave goodbye, but Kalynn walks back up to the counter.

“How was it?” You ask her, and she smiles that shy little smile again.

“It was so good.” Kalynn says, “But I actually came up here to ask for your number?”

“Really?” You ask, blushing.

“Yeah, I think you’re really cute.” Kalynn tells you, her cheeks going a little pink again, “I was thinking maybe we could plan to hang sometime?”

“I’d love that.” You beam, grabbing a napkin and writing your phone number on it.

“Cool,” Kalynn breathes out, taking the napkin and putting it in the pocket of her shorts. “I’ll text you.”

“Can’t wait.”

“SHE DID IT GUYS. SHE GOT THE CUTE BARISTA’S NUMBER.”

“Shut up, Weston.”

[souluvvv-archive]

Coffee & Confession - Kim Jongseob x reader

Kim Jongseob x reader oneshot - 𐙚⋆.˚୨ৎ

!! this is the pt.2 of -> hallway crushes !!

genre: fluff - school crushes - coffee date

notes: english is not my first language!! sry for any errors, hope you still enjoy :3

likes and reblog are appreciated!! .⁠｡⁠*⁠♡

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The café near the school wasn’t anything fancy, just a quiet corner shop with chipped mugs, warm lighting, and the smell of cinnamon and roasted beans in the air. But to Jongseob, it felt like a cathedral. His hands trembled slightly as he held the mug, steam curling around his fingers. Across from him, you sat with a soft smile, stirring your drink as if this was the most normal thing in the world.

But to him? This was unreal.

“I’m glad you messaged,” you said, breaking the silence first. “I didn’t expect it, honestly. I mean…not the cheesy line, but, I always saw you around.”

Jongseob blinked. “Wait, you noticed me?”

You chuckled, tapping your spoon lightly on the edge of the cup. “Yeah. You think I wouldn’t recognize the guy who stares at me like he’s watching a K-drama plot unfold?”

His face went red instantly. “Okay…ouch. But fair.”

You smiled wider, leaning forward. “I liked it, though. Kind of cute.”

And just like that, the awkwardness melted into laughter. Jongseob loosened up, telling you about how Intak basically forced him to act, how he rewrote the text a dozen times, and how he nearly threw his phone across the room after hitting send. You laughed at all of it, genuinely, and every time you did, he felt a little more at ease.

After a while, the conversation turned quieter. More thoughtful.

“Why didn’t you ever say anything?” you asked softly.

He looked down into his coffee. “I think I was afraid that the real me wouldn’t live up to the version of you I’d built up in my head. You know? Sometimes…it’s easier to admire from a distance.”

You nodded slowly. “I get that. But you’re here now. And honestly, the real you? Pretty great so far.”

That made his heart stutter.

As the sky outside turned shades of orange and lavender, the two of you sat in that little café, lost in each other’s stories, glances, and quiet moments. By the end of it, Jongseob walked you to the bus stop, the air a little colder but his chest warmer than it had been in weeks.

“Same time next week?” he asked, already missing the sound of your voice.

You gave him a smile that made his knees weak. “Next time, you’re walking over without Intak’s help.”

“Deal.”

As the bus pulled away and you waved from the window, Jongseob stood there, grinning like a fool.

He felt that things were going to be like a daydream

୧‿̩͙ ˖︵ ꕀ⠀ ♱⠀ ꕀ ︵˖ ‿̩͙୨

~ I finally posted the pt.2 of hallway crushes, I hope you enjoyed it and as always if you have any requests feel free to write them in the ask box!! ★