Harry Potter One Shots

Oliver Wood X Reader

"That was the best save ever recorded in history!" Oliver exclaimed as he flipped the book around that he was reading and showed you a moving image of a man from the Chudley Cannons team reaching out and saving quaffle a mere centimetre from entering the hoop. You roll your eyes and push the book away.

"Oliver Wood can't you see I'm trying to study" you point to all the books in-front of the both of you while raising an eyebrow. It was Oliver that asked for your help, as you were the best in your guyses year. He groans and puts the book down and you get back to explaining what the transfiguration homework was. As you're looking down and pointing to all the different concepts you feel his intense gaze on you and you look up.

"What is it Ollie?" blushing you ask him, his gaze makes you uncomfortable as you've long harboured a crush on the Quidditch player. He blinks and realizes what he was doing and shakes his head.

"Nothing Y/N, what were you saying again?" You grumble and explain everything once again.

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It was the same evening and you were complaining to your best friend about Oliver.

"He never shuts up about it! Quidditch this, Quidditch that! Oh look Y/N this person plays quidditch" You plop down on your bed and rest your arms over your eyes "And he's so darn cute while doing it" you add quietly.

"You should talk to him about it, maybe he feels that same?" She replies smiling

"Yeah right, as if" you huff.

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Oliver paced around the boys dorm trying to decide wether or not to ask you out, it was nearly 1am when he made a spontaneous decision to do it. He scribbled on a sheet of paper and as quickly and quietly as he could he went up to the owlry and gave the paper to your own so you would get it in the morning.

"There, thats done with now" he whispered to himself, proud. Now to somehow get back to the dorms without getting caught he thought, as the adrenaline he was on was finally wearing off.

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You bite into your first waffle just as the owls fly in. You take the paper from the owl that stopped in front of you and unfolded it.

Meet me at the training grounds after breakfast?

O.W

You look up to see Oliver looking up at you, waiting to see an answer. You smile and nod. Finishing the waffle you were eating, you get up and leave. Of course he would pick the training grounds to meet of all places, of course. Standing in the middle of the field you waited for Oliver to show up. A few seconds later he runs up to you grinning like crazy,

"You showed up!" he says almost out of breath

"Uhhh, of course I would. Why would I not want to?" You ask confused.

"Well I thought you didn't like me that way"

"What way?" You blush thinking you know where this is going.

"Didn't you read the note? It said to meet me at the training grounds after breakfast, and on the back it also said p.s I think I like you" as he finished saying this his face went beet red that that now matched your face.

"I-I didn't read the back" he managed to spit out, did he really like you or was this some sort of elaborate prank. "B-but I think I also like you" you say shuffling around uncomfortably and look down at your feet. You feel a hand under your chin lifting your head up, you lock eyes with Oliver. He moves your hair out of your face, this movement sends shivers down your spine.

"Then you won't mind if I do this" he smirks and crashes his lips into yours, you stop moving, completely surprised by the movement before reacting and kissing back, your lips moving in sync with his and before you know it your hand is at the back of his neck pushing his face into yours.