Keeping Him (An Oliver Wood Love Story)

Chapter 9: Game Day

Y/N POV:

That next morning I woke to the familiar anxious feeling for the first Quidditch match of the year. My heart was beating at such a high BPM that I began to feel nauseous soon after standing up. Hermione had already made her bed by the time that I had walked to the bathroom. The adrenaline rush was surreal, and I refused to drink anything but water that morning.

The walk down to the Great Hall felt different today. Not because of the moving staircases or the quietness of the first years, but you could feel the tension in the room between the Gryffindor's and Slytherin's. I sit down between Ron and Oliver with my water bottle which was already filled for the third time that day. 

"Y/N, you haven't even touched your breakfast," Oliver states, looking at my full plate of food. "I'm not hungry," I say, taking another long gulp of water. I offer Ron my egg and sausage which he happily accepts. Oliver stops me before I push my food on his plate, "No, Y/N, you need to eat. We have a game today." I shake my head, "I'm aware we have a game, Oliver. I'm just not in the mood to eat. If I eat it might screw up my stomach." I proceed to place my food on Ron's plate and Oliver gives up after I convince him I'm alright. 

The Gryffindor table goes quiet as Malfoy and his pow-wow walk by the table. He stops directly behind Oliver, and speaks up to talk to Harry, "Pottah, I hope you're prepared to get beaten today. My father bought me a brand new broom and it takes off like a jet. I wish you luck catching up to me with last year's broom." He laughs and begins to walk away as I laugh at him. 

"New girl, what do you think you're laughing at?" Malfoy turns around. "You," I respond, taking a sip of my water. "I think you've been mistaken, my father will hear about this." I laugh and turn to Ron, who is signaling me to stop talking. "Alright Daddy's money, tell your father, I'm not afraid," I wink at him and he scoffs. "New girl has a big mouth, I see. Wood is this your new chaser?" Oliver gulps and nods, "Well, I ask of you to watch her pretty mouth before she gets herself into trouble." That comment pissed me off, "I can talk for myself, Draco. I'm not afraid of you nor your father. In fact, tell your father that he can punish me any day. Also, my name is Y/N," I stand up and shake his hand. He pulls his hand away and looks at it with dissatisfaction. He rolls his eyes and walks away waving for his friends to follow him. "Yeah walk away, I'm expecting a letter from Daddy Lucius soon, I'll see you at the Manor, Draco!" I smirk and sit back down at the table, everyone in the Grand Hall staring at me, trying to comprehend what I just said. 

"Bloody hell Y/N," the twins say. "Blimey, Y/N, you intimidated him to the point he LEFT," Ron chokes, as he stuffs more food in his mouth. "Y/N darling, you need to watch yourself, he comes from a very dangerous bloodline." Oliver takes my hand, "I don't need one of my best players getting killed by a Malfoy. Also you talking about his father like that was highly inappropriate. Funny, but inappropriate." I sigh, "Ollie I didn't mean anything I actually said about his father, I was just making myself known that he shouldn't fuck with me." He turns away, "But still, watch yourself, I don't want you getting yourself into something you can't get out of." I pull my hand away and get up, grabbing my water bottle and walking to first class with Hermione. Oliver watches as I walk away.

I don't need Oliver as my babysitter, I can stand up for myself. 

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The time finally rolls around and it's almost time for the big game. I walk to the co-ed locker rooms between George and Fred, drinking out of my eighth refill of the day. I wave and walk to the girls side, and place my backpack down on the bench. I open my locker and begin to take off my t-shirt when a familiar voice echoes from the row over. "Y/N, are you over there?" the voice asks. "Mhm, come over I'm not naked or anything." I stand there in a sports bra and shorts, pulling my jersey over my head as Oliver peers around the row. "Hey," he says as he walks over to the bench and sits down, one leg on each side of it. "What's up?" I ask him, as I pull my hair into a high ponytail, and braid it, finishing it off with a second hair-tie. "I just wanted to apologize for earlier, I just wanted to look out for you." I shrug, "It's whatever. But I can stick up for myself," I turn to him and cross my arms, furrowing my eyebrows and staring into his big brown eyes. "Did you eat at all today?" He asks. "Not much other than a couple crackers, I don't normally eat a lot before a big game, the stress is too much." He nods and looks down, "That's not good you know," I nod, "Nothing you can do about it though." I pull up my high socks and lace my ankle braces on. "It's been a good talk, but I should probably finish getting ready, I'll see you in the hallway?" He nods, standing up and holding out his fist for a fist-bump, "Yeah."

Shortly after the encounter with Oliver in the locker room, I am standing next to Irving, discussing nervously the first play of the game and some small talk. Oliver makes his way from the back of the line, high-fiving and hugging each and every player, hyping them up before we fly out. He comes to us and slaps us both on the back, him winking at me smirking before moving to Angelina and Ron in front of us. We hear Lee announce Gryffindor, and we take flight, soaring out of the hallway and out towards the field. The crowd roars, and the stands are full of mostly green, and on the other side filled with red and gold. As we take our spots on the pitch, hovering high up I spot Hermione and Neville waving intensely from the stands. I wave back causing Hermione to slap Neville and probably tell him that I saw them. 

As the snitch is released and the game begins, I instantly become focused. With my hands on the proper grip on my broom, and my posture leaning down parallel to the broom, I take off. The crowd screams as the sounds of bludgers cracking as they collide with the bats, and the heavy breathing coming from Slytherin's chasers, I get a hold of a quaffle. I find Angelina open on the other side of the pitch, and I launch the quaffle where she successfully catches it, and speeds towards the hoop. I swerve under a Slytherin beater and over Draco trying to catch up to Harry, I shoot upward to pass Angelina. She calls my name and passes me the ball, where I'm able to focus on the hoop in front of me. Pucey's hovering in front of the hoop, trying to anticipate my next move. I smirk and look to one side while throwing at the other. He blocks it and I huff, turning around to try to rush to our side of the pitch. 

As I turn I catch a glimpse of Oliver, extremely focused and determined as a Slytherin chaser rushes up to him and throws a curveball. Oliver turns his broom in a split second to send the quaffle flying toward Irving, who catches the ball and looks around for one of us to be open. Angelina catches the quaffle with one hand, nearly losing her balance on the broom. She rushes and flies between beaters and chasers alike, tossing the ball upward in time for me to swoop in and catch on the fly. I smile and try for another shot against Pucey, who became cocky and smirks because he blocked my last shot. I launch the ball towards the hoop and it goes past him, missing his broomstick and in the hoop. Gryffindor fans in the stands jump up, hollering and whistling for the point for their team. I turn to look at Oliver, who smirks and nods his head in approval. Pucey grunts and spits at his loss. I laugh and make my way back to my side of the pitch, continuing to play. 

The score becomes 2-1, Gryffindor one point in the lead, and Oliver mentally beats himself up for missing one ball. After thirty-five minutes from the last point scored by Irving, Harry soars upward on his broom and reaches his hand out, catching the golden snitch in his palm. Gryffindor stans holler and cheer as Lee pronounces the end of the game, and a win for Gryffindor. I turn around and look at Harry and my teammates and smile widely, making my way to the ground. 

Slytherin players hiss and begin to walk the walk of shame back to their locker room and I laugh, turning to Angelina and Irving giving them a big hug each. "Great job guys!" I tell them and they clap me on the back, as we work really well together. I run up to Harry and wrap him in a huge hug, where I congratulate him and thank him for catching the snitch. As I let go of Harry I feel strong arms wrap around my shoulders, and a chin lean on the top of my head. I turn around to see Oliver and his huge grin as he wraps his arms around my waist and gives me a big hug, and begin lifting me off the ground. "Bloody hell Y/N that shot you got past Pucey was just brilliant! The form of that throw and your speed was just great I am so proud of you!" He pulls me back into a hug and cups my cheeks with his big hands. I look up at him and see him all sweaty and rustled, which looked hot and attractive. I smile and he asks, "Can I kiss you right now?" I laugh and my eyes widen, "Right here? In front of everyone?" He smiles, "Yeah, why not?" I shrug and he smashes his lips into mine, in the middle of the Quidditch pitch. As the crowd just quieted down, you can hear an uproar of whistling and hollering from the rest of the team. "Bloody hell guys, get a room!" Ron chuckles and we pull away, a grin spreading across my face and I laugh. We run back to the locker room where we shower, get changed and walk back to the Gryffindor common room where a party is to be held, and drinks are waiting to be served.

I walk back with Harry and Ron, laughing and listening as Harry describes all of the curses and complaints he heard from Draco as they were racing for the snitch. As we arrive at the common room we open the door and neon lights are lit throughout the common room, furniture moved and loud music blaring...