Oliver Wood Preferences

Protective Oliver

A/N: Got another one off of tumblr, creds due to imaginesharrypotter.tumblr.com yo.

I walked out of class happily, gripping my bag tight around my shoulder. I counted my steps as my thoughts drifted around, not really thinking about anything. I stopped when I saw shoes in front of me in the hall. I looked up to see an emotionless Oliver Wood. 

I smiled largely "Hi!" I chirped to him. His eyes burned holes in mine. They were sad but focused. "Whats wrong?" I asked confused. He shifted his position. "I'm not in the mood for a fight, but those Slytherins are making fun of you. I can't stand to look." I sighed. I was use to being made fun of and picked on. I was smart and always happy which for some reason made people want to harass me.

"Oliver, please don't worry about it. It doesn't bother me, they're nothing to me." His eyes slipped away from contact with mine and instead intensely stared at the boys 10 feet behind me. "Hey, look at me." I called to him. Oliver didn't look. He was getting angry now. He was so protective over me and I appreciated it but sometimes he would go to far. He was usually sweet, always ahead of his class. The only time he became aggressive was when people did anything to hurt me, he wouldn't even do anything if the hate was towards him.

"I can't let them do this." His eye flickered back to mine. My face sank as I could hear their jokes getting louder, not just directing them to me, but to other innocent passersby. 

Oliver grunted and started to charge towards the harassing boys. I tried to grab his hand to stop him but he was going to fast. 

"Wanna say that again?" He said, his face towering over a shorter black haired Slytherin, who had just called me a mudblood.

I bit my nails a few feet away from them, hoping this wouldn't turn into something it didn't need to come too.

The black hair boy stood his ground and repeated what he said, more barbaric this time. "Yeah, she's a dirty, disgusting mudblood and shouldn't be allowed in this school." Seconds after his last word Oliver's fist was flying through the air and made contact with the boys face, just on the corner of his lip where it met his cheek.

His punch was so hard the boy stumbled quite a ways back. He took no time to try and gather himself and ran full force at Oliver. He tried to doge it but was hit right in the eye, it was definitely going to bruise later. The other 2 Slytherin boys backed up a little ways, cowardly. "Oliver, please stop!" I called trying to end this.

He didn't listen, immediately after being hit , he threw a punch straight to the dark haired boy's nose. Blood began to pour down his pale face. He through his hands up in pain and covered his bloody nose running away to the hospital wing, I suppose. 

Oliver returned to me, his eye beginning to turn purple. I hadn't noticed until now, that a crowd of people that had gathered around to watch, now all whispering to one another. 

"Come on, doofus. Lets go get you an ice pack." I said as he wrapped his arm around my shoulder protectively, not letting anyone step two feet towards me.

"You're an idiot you know that, we could have just walked away and you never would have been hurt." He looked down on me. "Someone needs to protect you, and I always will. I don't care what you say, you're my girl and no one can say that to you, I'll kill anyone who does."