I was sitting beside Oliver's bed in the hospital wing. Madame Pomfrey had just finished healing his broken leg. A bludger had hit him right in the middle of the game.
This was his fourth injury since the Quidditch season had started and I was starting to get worried.
" You know... maybe you should take a break," I suggested.
He pulled his hand away from mine and I got really sad.
"What, from Quidditch? Absolutely not," he responded hastily.
I knew he would going to act like this. I've tried pushing it away so I didn't have to have this conversation. He loves Quidditch more than anything. I just don't want him to keep getting hurt.
I sighed, "Oliver, you're going to get seriously hurt. This is so much and I can't just watch you continuously put yourself in danger."
"Quidditch is my entire life, y/n. I've got professional teams asking me to try out with them after I leave Hogwarts. You want me to just give that up?" He said, starting to get upset.
I wish he wouldn't be so difficult about this. I'm just trying to help him.
"I'm not asking you to give it up, Ol-"
"Maybe you should leave," he said angrily, cutting me off. His voice was cold and it was clear he didn't want the conversation to continue.
"What?" I said, confused.
"Get out. I don't want to talk to you right now," he said coldly.
"Oliver please I'm just trying to-"
"Bloody hell! I really hate you sometimes! Can't you just listen?!" He said and instantly paused.
I gasped slightly, standing up from where I was sitting.
"Y/n wait-"
"I can why you would feel that way I'm sorry," I said stopping him from continuing.
I walked away from him and out of the hospital wing. It wasn't until I had made it back to my dorm that the tears started running down my face.
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Oliver Wood Imagines
FanfictionAs you can tell by the title these are all about you and Oliver. I might do some smut but I don't go into too much detail or if I do I'll give a warning. I'll try my best with any trigger warnings as well. Enjoy and suggestions are welcome! Also jus...
