Harry Potter oneshots & imagines

locker room pt.3 (library) - oliver wood

this is a continuation of the last part btw
it was locker room - oliver wood, so if u haven't read that one check it out first

@LunaBaranowski requested the first part, and she didn't ask me to continue the series but many of my readers enjoy oliver content, so i decided to continue it

there'll be four more parts to locker room after this one, just give me time bc i'm also working on a couple other things such as my other ideas, as well as some requests (i'm still taking requests) but these will take a while to get out bc y'all know i like to put some time and effort into my work

i have school and countless other projects so yeah that's why it takes me so long

warnings: cursing, smut, unprotected sex, several ✨spicy kinks✨

plot: as mentioned in the first part, they hook up in the back of the library, so that's what's basically gonna happen in this part, it's pretty self explanatory (is there even a part of the library that's THAT secluded? idk i forgot but even if there isn't, let's pretend there is 😃💅

background: they're both 6th years, read the other stories in the locker room series to understand what's happening before u read this one

2 weeks after the locker room incident

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Almost two weeks after our spicy little meeting in the broom closet, I've been trying to avoid Oliver at all costs.

I don't want to get into a scandal that the whole school awkwardly knows about. Besides a Slytherin and a Gryffindor? No one will allow it. Hell, even I won't allow it.

I won't allow myself to get a caught up in this. I need to focus on my studies so I can become the Minister of Magic one day.

Speaking of studies, I have an exam coming up in Transfiguration, so I have been burying myself in books.

Currently, I'm in the back of the library with a cup of coffee and small package of cookies made by the house elves specifically requested by myself.

I feel myself getting tired due to the fact that I've been sitting here for the past three hours burying myself in books desperately trying to memorize the content.

It gets hot, so I remove my robe and place it right next to me, on the seat directly next to mine, and then I take one last sip of my coffee, finishing it.

Now getting extremely bored, I close my eyes gently and rest my head on the table. Not even a few minutes later, I jump up in shock due to a husky voice apparently speaking to me. A voice belonging to none other than Oliver.

"Hey love. Tired?"

"No, what the fuck? Go away!" I whisper yell, shutting my books about to get up and leave. He manages to get a grasp on my wrist, holding me in place.

"Let me go." I say sternly but rudely.

He complies, as he should, but looks butt-hurt.