Wizarding World one-shots

No Making Out on the Quidditch Pitch! (Glasswood)

It was Christmas at Hogwarts, and Radiant couldn't feel more happy, which she wasn't expecting. She figured she would be homesick and lonely, but it was quite the opposite.

There had been quite a few students who had stayed home for the holidays, including Harry Potter, the Weasley boys, her brothers...

And Oliver Wood, of course.

Radiant took a deep breath through her nose, inhaling the fresh, clean air. She closed her eyes and sighed contently.

Nothing quite like playing Quidditch in the cold.

"Glasspetal! Get your head out of the clouds and focus!" Oliver shouted, though there was no bite in his words.

Right. Quidditch.

Radiant dodged a bludger Fred had sent her way, the ball clipping her red braid as it sailed past her head. She caught the Quaffle passed from Arthur before zooming towards the opposing goal where Wood guarded.

She gritted her teeth at his stupidly perfect smug smirk, wanting nothing more than to punch it off his face. Or kiss it off. She wasn't one-hundred percent sure.

The Quaffle flew out of her hand. Radiant knew even before he moved that Oliver would block it. And he did, using the end of his broom.

"You keep on letting your emotions get the better of you," he said, tossing her back the Quaffle.

Radiant caught it, her face getting as red as her hair. "Shut up Wood."

She both loved and hated how he could read her like a book. It was great in a Quidditch match, but was frustrating pretty much everywhere else. Sensing her irritation, he flew closer so their brooms were right next to each other.

"No. Radiant, you would have cost us a-" Oliver's eyes widened. "Bludger!"

"Wha-"

The bludger hit Radiant right on her side, knocking all of the air out of her and pushing her off the broom. She fell to the side, crashing into him.

They both fell thirty feet to the ground, Radiant landing on top of Oliver. The snow cushioned their fall.

She was suddenly aware of their close proximity. Her face was inches from his.

"Your hearing as bad as your aim?" Oliver teased.

The stupid smirk was back on his face again.

Radiant surprised them both by closing the gap, giving him a quick peck on the lips.

"Sorry, I'm having trouble focusing on anything other than how badly you need petroleum jelly for your chapped lips," Radiant snapped, pulling back from him.

For once in his life, Oliver Wood didn't have a comeback. Radiant stood up and held her hand out to him with a huff.

"Come on now, get up. You look stupid down there."

He grabbed her forearm, pulling her back into the snow.

"I think I much prefer the view from down here Glasspetal."

Then it was his time to surprise her. Oliver pulled Radiant into a gentle, snow covered kiss.

Neither one noticed the rest of the team landing around them.

"Oy!" George yelled. "No making out on the Quidditch pitch!"