The fall that changed our life. Oliver WoodxReader

1."The mighty fall."

You stood in the freezing cold air, and as if that wasn't enough, rain punctured your face. For a second you thought that everyone was silent, but then a huge roar erupted from the Gryffindor stand, where you stood watching Wood your long time crush, even though you saw exactly nothing. There was too much rain.

--A few boring minutes later--

You almost fell over when a huge wave of cold air rushed past you and everyone let out a scream of terror as they tumbled but everyone managed to stand still again.
But as soon as everyone was calm again another scream broke the silence. Oliver Wood was falling. Your heart skipped a beat.

--In the Hospital Wing--

You and many other Quidditch watchers and players stormed through the corridors you wanted to see Oliver as soon as possible and you were scared. What if he lost his memory? Good that Lockhart isn't here anymore.

You finally arrived after unbearable minutes of running through the corridors and not knowing what happened.

Madame Pomfrey rushed towards you and the crowd.
"Silent!" her voice was reduced to a whisper, yet she seemed serious. The crowd walked as slowly and as silently as possible to the only occupied bed in the hall.

His eyes were closed, he was asleep, but he seemed hurt. A huge layer of bandage was wrapped around the top of his head. "He fell off his broom and the Bludger hit his head twice." her voice was was full of sheer terror even though she, Katie Bell, has a lot of experience with Quidditch. You placed your hand on the side of Olivers bed. After a few minutes of silence you heard a slow, deep and raspy sounding groan coming from Oliver. His hand searched its way out from under the sheets and placed it right next to yours. He opened his eyes not even an inch wide and then he breathed out your name. He took your hand.

--Two weeks later--

You sat in the library a book lay in front of you, but you didn't read. You couldn't concentrate. That Oliver grabbed your hand back then didn't leave your mind. You thought about it everywhere and always. Even in Potions you thought about Oliver. Of course Snape noticed and gave you detention. So you sat there oblivious of the fact that someone just sat down next to you. "Hello... er- Y/N..." a thick Scottish accent was the reason you finally snapped out of your dream.
"Yes?" "Would you er- would you go out with me someday? We could go to Hogsmeade on Saturday... I mean, if you don't have any plans already. You can say no you know. I wouldn't-"
"Hey, Oliver. It's okay. I totally want to go to Hogsmeade with you."