Good Luck, Sweetheart- Oliver Wood

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Oliver Wood

prompts: "HI, you""Dont you dare smirk at me"

TW: swearing

Word Count: 705 words

"Oh please I have way more self control than you" as the words came out of Oliver's mouth he knew that this would not be the end of this conversation. It was your competitiveness and drive that first attracted Oliver. You were the only one that truly matched his competitive side.

"Well then. You're on. Whoever touches the other person first, loses. Winner gets to choose punishment. You ready baby?" You say with a raised eyebrow. Oliver just smirked in response, if you wanted Oliver to do something you just had to challenge him to do it better than him.

"Oh sweetheart you have no idea what you just started" he said with a wink before heading to bed.

"Don't you dare smirk at me Oliver Wood" you say, arms crossed.

"Anything you say. good luck, sweetheart" he replied.

In reality, you didn't know what you just started. Both you and Oliver weren't huge PDA people, I mean you will hold hands in the hallway, and you were known for hugging him after a game, but you weren't crazy. So you weren't that worried but also, once you can't have something it makes it that much more desirable.

You woke up the next morning to see Oliver talking with Fred and george. He was wearing the sweatshirt you always compliment on when he wears. Bastard. he had the audacity to wink at you when you walked into the common room. He was standing there, arms crossed against his chest, in a relaxed position. Your favorite version of Oliver, relaxed and chill.

Well then, you could play dirty too. As the day went on, you lost count on the stolen glances and winks. Your poor mind was going down a horrible dirty path and it was a mess.

You were walking in the hallway when you felt a presence come up beside you.

" hi you" you say smiling at him. He held out his hand and you already knew what he wanted, your bag. He always carried it. With the competition going on you weren't sure if he would take it or not, leave it to Oli to be a complete gentlemen and still carry it.

" Hi pretty girl" he replied as he moved your bag onto his shoulder.

You two talked, being careful to keep your distance. Which must have looked so weird to the people in your surroundings to see you two at an awkward distance. As you got near the classroom Oliver motioned for you to follow him to the side of the hallway. You complied and followed him, a little confused.

"You know what I would do, if we weren't doing this competition," he spoke quietly, making intense eye contact.

" Nope," you replied. You couldn't let him win, but you also missed his touch. You were definitely more of the touchy one out of the two of you. You knew that if he told you, you would cave.

" Bummer, I'm going to tell you anyway," he said.

You took a deep breath, hoping it wasn't something too dirty. Oliver had quite the mouth.

Oliver waited for the hallway to clear more before he leaned in, "honestly, I would just hug you. I like when your head is rested against my chest and I get to have my arms around you. Having you close if my favorite thing"

Damn him. He went the romantic route, your weakness. Your shoulders, which didn't know you tensed, relaxed and you looked at him and saw his seriousness.

" Are you just saying that so you can win?" you ask, feeling a little insecure at his confession and wanting to know the validity behind it.

Oliver sighed, "sweetheart please, having you in my arms is the ultimate win". Pulling you into a hug before you could react to his sentiment. You immediately relaxed into his arms. Enjoying his presence.

" Is it pathetic we couldn't last a whole day?" You mumble into his chest. Smiling when you feel the vibrations of his chest from him laughing at your comment.

" Probably, but I can't seem to find the effort to care," he replied, before pressing a kiss to the top of your head. 

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