Harry Potter One shots

Philosopher's Stone: Oliver Wood ✔️

Apparently I was something called a 'muggle'. A non-magical person?? Or rather I was assumed to be. I didn't know much about the magical world except a few stories that Oliver had let slip every now and then, purely by accident. There was always something he seemed to mention whenever he let anything slip and that was 'Quidditch'. My parents were both muggles and to everyone else, so was I, but not many if any people knew that I was actually a witch. Due to no one knowing about the fact I was a witch, I was never accepted into any school such as Hogwarts. I was home taught. My mother happened to know someone who was kind enough to help me in getting some things so I could teach myself at home, a wand, cauldron for potions, ingredients, books, etc...
I slid into the sitting room, fuzzy socks on lino flooring being my beautiful entrance before Oliver grabbed my waist mid slide and pulled me into his lap.

"Baby?" He hummed in response, not taking his eyes off the television as he played Fallout. Since he'd met me, he'd been switching between Quidditch at school and playing on any of the consoles that lived in my apartment. Now, how we met: Somehow we ended up meeting in the middle of London because of Harry, a guy my sort of age who I used to neighbour. "Talk to meeee." I whined, wanting some attention from my boyfriend. However the only response I got was a gentle peck to my jaw, his brown eyes never leaving the screen.
Soon enough an idea came into my mind as I slipped onto the floor between his legs and watched the screen as well, his arms resting on my shoulders. "Ollie, can you tell me about quidditch?" I watched with a smile as he immediately paused the game and rest his head on mine, burying his face in my hair with a sigh. "Babe!" I laughed, still wanting to know. I felt him nod and sit up as I span around to face him with a bright smile.

"You actually want to know?" I nodded, leaning my arms on his knees with a certain glint in my eyes, letting him know I was actually curious.
"Okay then...So the matches are played on a large oval pitch with three ring-shaped goals of different heights on each side, between two opposing teams of seven players each: three Chasers, two Beaters, the Seeker and the Keeper, that's me. There are three different balls: the Quaffle, the two Bludgers, and the Golden Snitch." I nodded, actually understanding. "The Chasers and the Keeper respectively score with and defend the goals against the Quaffle; the two Beaters bat the Bludgers away from their teammates and towards their opponents; and the Seeker locates and catches the Golden Snitch, whose capture simultaneously wins the Seeker's team 150 points and ends the game. The team with the most points at the end wins." Another slow nod as I processed it all.
"So to put it simply...it's a seven person team playing chase with a small gold ball, a violent game of rounders and rugby all at once but in the air?" Oliver nodded, placing a chaste kiss to my lips.
"You could say that." For some strange reason, an owl then flew through the window and landed on my coffee table. I stared at Ollie who leaned over me and took the envelope from the birds beak. His eyes scanned over the words before he opened it, scanning again.
"What is it?"
"List of things I'll need for school." After nodding again, I peered at the parchment.
"Advanced Potion-Making...I think I have that..." I stood from my position and wandered around the apartment, searching through each bookshelf I had, my boyfriend following after me curiously. Realisation soon hit me and I remembered which room it's in: The weird room. That's what my friends referred to it as. They assumed I had some strange hobby that revolves around Halloween decorations but it was actually my mini self-made wizarding room. Inside was a few desks, bookcases, a cauldron, books upon books as well as bottles, jars and boxes of ingredients. Across the tables were scattered papers for spells I was making as well as some potions. The room was usually kept at just below the average room temperature for the sake of certain ingredients. Without thinking or hesitation, I pushed open the door and went over to the window where there were a few shelves drilled into the wall and a few bookcases. I scanned over the bookcase and found the books Oliver needed, collecting them in my arms. When I turned around, Ollie actually looked surprised. I giggled, a sound which my boyfriend claimed to love on countless occasions. "Ollie, you okay?" He nodded with a small smile, confusion soon hitting him. "I'm a witch, don't let that surprise you, you know loads." As I exited the room, he followed again, his eyes scanning my weird room one last time before closing the door and catching up to me.