You trudged through your great grandfathers' shop and looked through the boxes of wands. His backroom was seriously messy. You couldn't wait to learn how to clean it up with magic. It annoyed the crap out of you.
You sat back down at your great grandfather's with your favorite book.
Quidditch through the ages
You sighed as you reread the book for the 5th time.
You saw the door open and you continued to read your book as Ollivander gave his spiel on every wand he brought out. At near closing time a boy who looked to be your age came into the shop with a broom. This confused you, you were 11, and usually, kids your age didn't have one.
You ran up to him and he looked at you with a cute smile proud of his broomstick.
"Is that a comet 36o" you exclaimed
"It sure is" he looked over at the book you were reading and his eyes widened " I've read that book 6 times already, I'm on my 7th read right now"
"I've only read it 5 times but"-
Ollivander handed the boy his wand and you could feel the warmth radiating from him. He smiled and me and slightly puffed out his chest,
"I'm 11, going to Hogwarts this year. What about you?".
"I'm going next year, I hope I could get sorted Ravenclaw like my Father. And my ancestors" you beamed.
"Ravenclaw" he sneered. "I hope to be sorted into Gryffindor the greatest house there is."
"What's so bad about Ravenclaw?" You tested.
"Nothing, it's just not Gryffindor," Oliver said prompting a major eye roll from him.
Your great grandfather handing Oliver his wand and he went back into the back room muttering himself.
Oliver smiled at you before walking out of the shop and you just glared at him — Time skip to when you are in your 5th year and Oliver is in his 6th year
You had just came from finishing an exam in Muggle studies and you saw Oliver heading towards you. You immediately turned the other way.
"Aw come on now. I'm not that bad"
"Your that bad Wood. Not every girl is going to be running to you".
He smirked. He was a player. It was weird how he found time to mess with every girl and be a quidditch captain at the same time
"Well, I just have one girl left" his eyes roamed around the room dramatically before landing on you. "Let me take to Hogsmeade. Tomorrow "
"No. No. And no" you sat down at your seat in the great hall to do homework. He plopped down next to you.
"Didn't I just say no Wood"
"I think I heard you say yes"
"You are so thick, you know that?"
"See you tomorrow lass" he stood up and kissed your forehead, much to your dismay.
You sat there fuming with anger. —
You were sitting on your bed and you looked outside. Oliver was still fresh in your mind.
"That bastard kissed me on my head!" you exclaimed to your roommate.
"Well Oliver is quite handsome and tall, he's got good hands," they said.
"You're not helping" you huffed and turned over to try and to sleep. —
"I'm not going Oliver, that's that"
You turned away from his approaching figure. Only to turn back.
"And what you did yesterday. Kissing my head"-
"I bet that gave you butterflies, didn't it lass"
𝐿𝑎𝑠𝑠
That word gaveyou butterflies.
He suddenly was closer to you snd you pushed him away to create more distance.
"If I say yes will you finally put your pursuing to rest" you huffed.
"Only if you still totally hate me afterward" cocking his head to the side watching with a smirk dancing on his lips.
"And if I don't hate you I will kiss you relentlessly is that what you want" you played along.
"Oh it's definitely what I want," you noticed his eyes got darker. His playful smirk is still visible.
"Good so we're settled, tomorrow after school at Hogsmeade"
— Surprisingly you had a ball. It was greatly enjoyable.
"Well I didn't think I would enjoy myself that much Oliver" you smiled up and him. He was walking you to your common room after curfew. You were walking in an empty corridor, careful to not be caught.
"What did you say you would do if you didn't hate me afterward, I don't remember" he mocked a confused face and turned to you getting closer.
"I believe I said I would kiss you"
His smirk got wider. His eyes flickering down to your lips and stepping closer.
"I think I said in the cheek didn't I-"
"Shut up" he whispered. He brought his hand to your cheek and guide your lips to his.
Your hands immediately went to his neck. Your knees felt almost too week to function. He grabbed your thigh to wrap your legs around his middle. You were against a wall to support.
"Fucking..." he groaned into the kiss. There was friction between your legs and you could help but squeeze your legs. "Your lips are phenomenal y/n," he said breathlessly.
"God you feel so good Oliver" you whispered as he kissed down your jaw to your neck. You ground against him.
"Let's take this upstairs," he said his voice straining a bit.
It was convenient your Common room was in the next hall.
You had the night of your life.
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