𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐏𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒

Summer Privilege | Oliver Wood

requested by @Bookworm2010229

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A thin sheen of sweat covers my body as my soar high with my broom, the quaffle clutch tightly under my arm. I lock eyes with Oliver, grinning and winking at him as he circles the hoops. I wipe my face with the bottom of my tank top before taking off towards the goal posts, muscles aching and stiff from training for so long. I swing my arm back, throwing my strength into hurtling the quaffle through the hoop in the far right. Oliver swerves, momentarily disoriented and irritated by my swerve to the left.

He flings out an arm, fingertips brushing the quaffle, fighting to cling to it, in vain. It slips from his grasp, dropping through the hoop and plummets towards the sandy ground.

Panting hard, we level out, steadily making our ascent to collect the quaffle. I resist the urge to drag my feet and broom as I take a step towards the reddish-brown ball, but a firm, familiar hand wraps around my wrist. I am jerked back against a hard, bare chest and smile to myself as I slowly drag my eyes to meet his. "You did well today, 'twas a good session."

He smiles, dimples edging their way deep into his cheeks. "Thanks," I say, but before I can continue he pulls me closer, his hand sliding from my wrist to my waist, fiddling with the hem of my tank top while the other rests at my nape. "You looked so good, following my instructions while you kept tugging at this tiny top."

Flushing, I sputter, "I-it's hot out." He just chuckles, running his tongue over his bottom lip before leaning closer. He stops inches away from my lips, his nose brushing mine. "Mhm, princess, whatever you say." His eyes dart over me one more time and then he's kissing me— kissing me like I'd been waiting for him to do all day.

I smile against his lips, tangling my fingers in his messy locks, tugging slightly when he slides his hands to my lower back, tugging me impossibly closer until my chest is flushed with his. His warm breath fans my lips when we pull away, eyes lingering on me for a little longer before he places one last kiss on my cheek. "Now let's get that quaffle and get back to the castle, can't have people thinking I'm favouring you, now can we?" I laugh, shoving him before darting towards the ball, our brooms long forgotten as we raced each other through the warm sand.