Colours of my soul (Oneshot series)

Oliver Wood

Finding out that Oliver Wood was your soulmate was the easy part, the hard part was everything that came after that.

It was your third year at Hogwarts, and Wood was playing for the Gryffindor team for the first time, and you were in the stands with your housemates. You two had never met before, different schedules, different houses and different friends, somehow you had managed to never lay eyes on each other. It all happened during that first game of the year.

You didn't see him when he entered the field, nor when he defended the first ball, you were very distracted by a Slytherin player that you had found attractive, but everything changed when by intuition you moved your gaze a little to the left and saw him there, looking at you as well.

The world took on colour as Wood fell to the ground after being thrown off the broom by a Bludger, for the distraction you had caused.

You thought that would be the end of your story, you would meet and fall in love like normal soulmates, but Wood had other plans.

“I'm not dating you until I win my Quidditch Cup.” He created a sort of personal challenge, “It'll keep me motivated.”

He didn't ask how you felt about it, or if you were willing to wait, but you thought it was okay if it was for a little while. You didn't expect this to last four years.

At first Wood paid attention to you, and you became friends in some way, taking classes and eating together, and even exchanging letters during the holidays, but with each defeat he seemed to pull further away and focus more heavily on Quidditch, until he seemed to have totally forgotten about you, just exchanging a few words during classes and in the hallways.

It wasn't a good feeling to be traded for a sport, and as much as you tried to be understanding of his passion, it was hard not to feel hurt.

If that was a taste of the rest of life with Oliver, you didn't want to live it. You couldn't bear to be the second choice of the man who was meant to be for you, so you gave up. You didn't send him a letter or a memo warning him, he was unlikely to care anyway, you just decided that you wouldn't wait any longer for him to achieve his dream before giving you the value you deserved.

You couldn't lie to yourself, even if you lied to others, Oliver Wood was in your heart and you liked him. You went to every game and tried not to look in love whenever he showed up on the field, watched him from afar thinking about how handsome he was and got annoyed when other girls approached him. You even rooted for him to get the trophy he dreamed of because you wanted to see him happy, but none of that changed the fact that he didn't value you, and you couldn't lend yourself to a relationship like that. Sometimes love isn't enough.

The day finally arrived for Oliver Wood's last Quidditch match at Hogwarts, and he still hadn't won the cup as captain. You thought about not going, he wouldn't care if you were there or not, but you wanted to root for him even though you thought he didn't deserve it, you wanted to be there so you could feel the joy if he finally got the biggest wish of his whole life .

This was the final, Gryffindor only needed to win one more game.

Your gaze alternated between Wood and Potter as you felt your heart race hoping the Seeker would catch the Snitch. 'Just one more time, Potter ' you thought, squeezing your hands tightly to relieve the anxiety. You only realised that Harry had really made it when everyone around you erupted in celebration and shouts of victory. You finally breathed a sigh of relief, Oliver had succeeded.

You left and returned to the castle before the players even left the court. There was nothing else for you there.

At dinner that night, the entire Gryffindor table was celebrating, and Wood was congratulated and given plenty of gifts and attention, an honour he deserved after so many years of hard work. You were happy for him, even if you were a little resentful, but you were trying hard not to stare as you were sitting with another guy on a sort of informal date.