Oliver Wood x Reader - by harry-potter-imagines (on tumblr)
Imagine Oliver liking you more than Quittich
You dodged yet another Bludger that had been tearing through the air towards you. You threw the Quaffle towards Angelina Johnson, who caught it easily and soared through the air on her broomstick to throw the Quaffle into the Slytherins goal hoop.
You and Alicia Spinnet high fived Angelina before you all positioned yourselves, ready for the Quaffle to be thrown.
Watch out (Y/N)!" called Fred Weasley; you backed up just in time as a Bludger came flying towards you. Fred's beaters bat hit it hard; it soared across the pitch and hit a Slytherin chaser painfully on the arm, "Don't think Slytherin's beaters are happy today!"
"That's because you and George put maggots in their breakfast!" you bellowed back to Fred before flying out to catch the Quaffle that Alicia had just thrown towards you. You weaved in and out as the Slytherin chasers as they all tried to intersect the Quaffle from you but you were too quick for them, dodging them all easily.
"(Y/N) look out!" You heard George shout, you turned your head to see a Bludger that Peregrine Derrick had just aimed directly at you, before it whacked you on the back of the head. You heard shrieks of terror before you blacked out completely.
*Small time skip*
"Are you sure she's alright?"
"Angelina stop fretting, of course she's fine! She fell about eighty feet through the air, she'll be up and walking in no time!"
"Oh Fred shut up!"
"Can't you two shut up? You're giving me a headache," you mumbled, rubbing your head groggily. It throbbed like hell. You opened your eyes blearily to see the entire Gryffindor Quidditch team surrounding you... well almost everyone.
Where's Oliver?"
Oliver Wood was not only your Quidditch captain, he was also the boy you have had a crush on since your third year at Hogwarts. He was in seventh year and you were in fifth, along with your fellow Chasers and the Weasley twins, but even though he was two years older than you, the pair of you were very close friends. You couldn't help but feel slightly disappointed that Oliver was not here in the Hospital Wing to see you.
"I wonder where our favourite walking sexual innuendo is," said Fred curiously, looking around at Harry, George, Angelina and Alicia, "do you know where he is?"
No," Angelina replied, shrugging, "I haven't seen him since he decided to be Prince Charming save (Y/N) from breaking her body in half-"
"Wait, wait, wait," you were staring at Angelina, your heart rate had sped up dramatically and a faint flush crept up your cheeks, "Oliver saved me?"
"Never seen that boy fly so fast," said George, grinning at you, "He didn't even fly that fast when Harry fell off his broom and he always told us that Harry is like our baby secret weapon and must be protected at all costs," he rolled his eyes and Harry snorted with laughter.
You were cleared by Madam Pomfrey to leave the Hospital Wing by dinner time. You left with Angelina and Alicia, they were still giggling about how Oliver was your knight in shining armour.
"(Y/N)!"
You all turned around just before you were about to enter the Great Hall for dinner. You were surprised to see Oliver, his face was bright red, veins were popping angrily in neck, he looked angrier than you have ever seen him.
"Are you okay Oliver?" you asked tentatively, an angry Oliver Wood was something that one would be recommended to avoid, but you couldn't help but think just how hot Oliver Wood was when he was angry.
"Oliver, why the bloody hell do you have blood on your knuckles?" Angelina asked, rather alarmed.
Your eyes flickered to his knuckles and you gasped a rather large amount of blood stained upon his skin.
"Well somebody had to knock out Derrick, the bloody gorilla," Oliver muttered darkly, cracking his knuckles, "He almost killed (Y/N)!"
Alicia's eyebrows rose and looked from Oliver, to you, smirking, "Well Ange, I think we should give the captain and (Y/N) some privacy," Angelina and Alicia gave you the thumbs up as they both walked into the Great Hall, leaving you and Oliver, alone in the entrance hall.
"So..." you began.
"Fancy a walk (Y/N)?" He asked you, grinning rather shyly. You nodded and followed him through the oak front doors. The summer air was warm as you walked down the slopping lawns, towards the Black Lake. He sat down beside a large oak tree just besides the bank and you sat down beside him, feeling rather flustered.
"Did you really knock out Derrick just because he hit a Bludger at me?" you asked Oliver.
He shrugged, his warm brown eyes fixing upon you for a second before he stared out across the lake, "couldn't let my favourite Chaser get killed,"
You blushed and picked up a daisy to busied yourself so you didn't have to look at him, "don't let Alicia or Angelina hear you say that,"
He smirked, yawning widely and stretching his arms out. Your face grew extremely hot as one of Oliver's hands rested upon your shoulder, "you'll probably tell them anyway," he said simply.
"Am I really your favourite Chaser?" you asked, turning to face Oliver, your head titling to the side.
"Yeah," you smiled when you saw that Oliver was blushing darkly, "I mean..." he ran his hand over the back of his neck, a habit he had whenever he was nervous, "you-you're a great player, I mean,"
"You knocked out a Quidditch player, most probably risking a ban from Quidditch simply because I'm a great player?"
"Your hair looks pretty today," Oliver said, changing the subject and beginning to play with your hair, twirling it with his fingers.
You rolled your eyes and grabbed his wrists, "You can tell me anything Oliver. You know that, I'm not Fred or George, I won't make fun of you,"
"You won't?" He asked, he sounded almost nervous.
"Of course not," you told him, moving closer to him and smiling brightly, "so tell me, why am I your favourite Chaser?"
"Well," he shrugged, avoiding your eyes, "you can catch the Quaffle pretty well-"
You let out an exasperated sigh and felt your heart drop, you thought that Oliver was finally going to say something meaningful to you, but once again, it was about bloody Quidditch. You looked at him for a moment before you got to your feet, brushing off the grass that had collected onto your robes.
"I'm going to dinner," you murmured, turning to walk away.
"No, wait!"
You sighed before turning to face him, your hands on your hips and glaring at him, "What?"
He didn't say anything. Instead he strode over to you, his brown eyes never leaving yours. Your breath hitched in your throat as his hands grabbed your hips and pulled you towards him. Your lips were inches away from his, yours breaths were mingling together, you were sure that your heart was about to explode in your chest. "You're my favourite Chaser because I like you,"
"You do?" you asked in a voice that was barely a whisper.
"In fact," he said as your hands gripped the front of his robes in anticipation, "I think I like you more than Quidditch,"
"More than Quidditch?"
"Yes, more than Quidditch,"
With that, his lips pressed against yours and your heart seemed to stop as you kissed him back, your hands trailing from the front of his robes to his hair.
He pulled away, staring into your eyes and smiling in a sheepish sort of way, "so... would you be my girlfriend?"
"Of course you idiot," you said, reaching up to place a small kiss upon his lips.
"Good," he said, winking at you, "Because I'm a keeper."
