Hogwarts Romance

Oliver Wood

Introducing Oliver via one-shot because I'm in love with this tasty little Scottish crumpet

How you meet, realize you have feelings for each other, how he asks you out, first date, first kiss, and first "I love you"
House: Ravenclaw
Blood: Any
Female reader (sorry)

Oliver's grades were slipping. He'd tried his best to stay on top of his schoolwork, but he loved the sport too much. All of his energy and focus went into quidditch and getting his team in tip-top shape.
His training schedule was far too busy for mundane things like schoolwork, relationships, and having regular meals. His drive for victory, leading the best team, and his dream of winning the House Cup all led to his failing grades.
McGonagall had pulled him aside after class (which he was late to, by the way), and had threatened to kick him off the quidditch team unless he got his grades up; which meant he needed a tutor. This was less than appealing to him, but he'd rather die than not be able to play quidditch, so he obliged.
Now, here he was, waiting outside the library for his tutor to arrive. It was one thing that he needed someone to tutor him, but what was worse was that this tutor was younger than him.
He knew Hermione, and admired her academic excellence, but he was a bit embarrassed to be tutored by her. He was supposed to be the cool Quidditch Captain, not the dolt being taught History of Magic by a thirteen year old.
But he didn't have much time to fret over it before Hermione came rushing down the hall, her bushy hair blowing behind her wildly. "Sorry, I'm late. I had to help Hagrid with something," she explained quickly, pushing past him and through the doors to the library.
Oliver shrugged and followed her, sitting in a corner of the library away from other students. Hermione got right into the lesson, commanding all of his attention to her and the textbooks. He may have been embarrassed to be taught by her, but he had to admit that she was a very good teacher.
She was just getting him caught up on Transfiguration lessons when someone sat down at the table in front of them. Oliver glanced up upon reflex, and did a double-take. The young woman sitting in front of him was stunning. She quite literally took his breath away. Every single thought left his head and he could no longer hear Hermione; he could only see her.
Oliver had never been much interested in girls. Sure, he thought they were pretty, but he always thought of them as a distraction from his main passion. He believed there were better ways to spend his time rather than worrying about a relationship. But in this moment, that philosophy was wiped away; and all he wanted was the girl.
Suddenly, he was snapped back to the present when Hermione began snapping her fingers in front of his face. "Earth to Oliver! Are you even listening to me?" She asked, annoyed.
"Huh? O-oh! Yeah!" He said, eyes still trained on the other girl. Hermione sighed, leaning back in her chair dramatically. "Aye," Oliver whispered. "Who's that o'er there?" He nodded his head towards you.
Hermione rolls her eyes. "That's Y/N. She's in Ravenclaw."
"Ravenclaw," he muses, eyes glazing over as he studies you.
"Yeah," Hermione says, becoming a bit concerned about him. She'd never seen him like this before. "Why don't we get back to the lesson?"
"How come I never seen 'er before?" He asked.
"Probably because you're always on the quidditch pitch and never go to class," Hermione deadpans.
~
Surprisingly, Oliver managed to get his grades up enough to remain on the quidditch team. Hermione would like to say it was all thanks to her, but in reality it was you who motivated him.
Hermione had enlisted you into their study group when she realized that Oliver wasn't going to pay attention otherwise. Sure, Hermione suggested that they study at another time, when you weren't in the library, but those other times conflicted with Oliver's quidditch schedule. So, they really had no other choice but to invite you to study with them.
At first, you still served as nothing more than a distraction, as all Oliver longed to do was stare at you; but after a while you got him to engage with the lessons. You were quite intelligent and captivating; Oliver hung onto your every word, and he had no other choice but to learn something.
But as his grades began to improve, his feelings for you gradually deepened. He fell for your intelligence and the way you were so attentive and patient with him. He began to feel things for you that he never thought he could feel.
Soon enough, he no longer needed tutoring, and he was becoming desperate for other ways to be close to you. He didn't want your last session to be the last time he saw you.
"Just ask her out," Hermione suggested at their final session; and Oliver had planned on taking her advice, but when it came down to it, he fumbled. He had planned on asking you to go to Hogsmeade with him that weekend; but instead, his nerves got the best of him and he ended up asking both you and Hermione to come to his next quidditch game.
You agreed eagerly, while Hermione rolled her eyes at his flub. "Nice one," Hermione muttered to him as they watched you leave the library.
~
That Friday was the quidditch game, and Oliver was over the moon to see you sitting in the Gryffindor stands, holding a big banner with his name on it. His couldn't prevent his heart from doing little flips when he saw you with that sign. It was almost like you were already his. And hopefully after this match, you would be.
He played his heart out like he always did, but now he had another form of motivation. He showed off for you any chance he got, glancing in your direction to catch your reactions. His teammates caught on quickly and began to tease him as they flew by him, making him blush, but he didn't deny it.
After the match had been won (by Gryffindor), you and Hermione rushed down to the changing rooms to congratulate him. You wrapped him up in a hug, not caring about him being drenched in sweat.
"Congratulations!" You said, "You were amazing out there!"
Oliver blushed, noticing his teammates snickering at them. "Thank you," he says, letting you pull away from him.
The two of you stood, smiling at each other for a few seconds too long, and Hermione cleared her throat. "Well, I think I'll go congratulate Harry now," she said, getting your attention.
"Oh, yeah! I should probably do that too," you said, preparing to follow Hermione away from him.
Oliver had a moment of panic and his hand shot out, gently taking hold of your arm, demanding your attention. Oliver knew if he didn't say something now, this could very well be that last time you spoke to each other.
"Willyehgoowwitmeh?" He asked, immediately cringing at the delivery. His nerves had gotten the better of him and his words came out all jumbled, his accent too thick for you to decipher.
You blinked, trying desperately to make out one word in that jumble. "Sorry, what?" You asked.
Oliver took a deep breath and tried again, but it came out in the same way as before. You gave him a confused look, cocking your head to side which only made his heart beat faster.
Hermione laughed beside them. "I think he's trying to ask you out," she explained.
Oliver purses his lips and nods, giving up on trying to speak. "Oh!" You exclaimed, eyes widening in realization. "Oh, Oliver, I'd love to!"
~
Your first date was at The Three Broomsticks.
You sat nestled in a corner of the pub, away from other patrons, allowing you to hear each other better. Oliver was fascinated by you, wanting to know every little detail about you. And everything you told him only made him fall for you harder.
He realized that he never wanted to be apart from you. That you were special. The only thing that could give quidditch a run for its money.
He needed you for himself.
And that's why, not even two hours into your date, he was asking you to be his official girlfriend. You were more than happy to oblige. You were quite taken with the handsome quidditch captain.
He smiled, sighing in relief, before leaning across the table and capturing your lips in a sweet, butterbeer tasting kiss.
~
From that moment on, the two of you were practically inseparable. You couldn't get enough of each other. Especially Oliver.
The man is absolutely whipped.
You attend every single one of his games, cheering him on and motivating him to do his best. And he loves to parade you around the after parties like you're his trophy. Because, in a sense, you are.
Some may find his affection for you a bit over the top, but the man can't hide how he feels. Especially not from you. The first time he admitted how he truly felt was at one of these parties.
You had gotten up to get the two of you a drink, leaving Oliver quite lonely without you next to him. He brightened when you returned and handed him a beverage. "Thank you, darling," he said, smiling up at you.
You nodded, reclaiming your spot next to him on the couch, letting him drape an arm around your shoulders. You noticed that he was still gazing at you with what can only be described as a loving gaze.
"What's up?" You asked him.
"Nothin,'" he says, kissing your head. "I just love ya... a lot."
You melt into his side, a warmth flooding through your chest. "I love you too, Oli."