IMAGINE Hogwarts [ENDED]

Oliver x Reader

A/N:

Hey everyone, first of all I would like to apologise for an extremely long wait, sorry. I've been doing work for college, reading fanfiction, starting a new dramione fanfic and starting a tumblr blog called harry-potter-imagine-blog if you to check it out. And! I have found out my true house....its *drum role* HUFFLEPUFF! After all this time I thought I was a Gryffindor I am in fact a Hufflepuff. I love Hufflepuff and the more I think about it, it makes sense that I'm a Hufflepuff. So to all you puff's out there I'm a badger like you, woooo! Anyway haven't written an Oliver wood oneshot in a while so I'll see how this goes, enjoy! :D

Over the past week you haven't been feeling like happy, bubbly self. It was like a part of you was missing. Last week you caught Oliver, now your ex, getting intimate with Angelina Johnson, you didn't understand. You knew that wasn't the kind of person Oliver was, it broke your heart and left you hurt and confused. The relationship had to end obviously, but you couldn't help question yourself. We're you not good enough? We're you not pretty enough? Or was it just him, was Oliver bored of you, fed up with you? You didn't know, but nonetheless you kept asking all these questions to yourself and in the end it didn't do yourself any good.

Oliver was your everything and now he was gone.

You walked into the Great Hall, head down low and sat at the Gryffindor table at the very end. Separating yourself from everyone, to make it clear you didn't want to talk.

Picking at your breakfast and sipping your orange juice, from the corner of your eye you saw your Quidditch teammates including Oliver, chatting and laughing. You would be there with them, as you played as chaser but, no. You put your head in your hands and sighed pushing your plate away. Looks like your not having breakfast this morning.

After a few minutes of hearing laughter and chatter around you, you decided it was best to be by yourself. You were about to get up but two familiar gingers sat between you "Y/N, why are you sat here all by yourself?" George asked

"Surely, you would want to sit with us?" Fred added grinning. A small small started appearing in your face, but as you looked over at Oliver with Angelina sat next to him, it faded. "I didn't really...I wasn't.." The words couldn't form properly, you couldn't seem to explain.

Fred and George noticed this and looked over at Oliver. "It'll be alright Y/N" George said softly.

"Yeah, to be honest I don't know why their even dating. It's obvious he isn't the right one for her, so obvious!" Fred added a frown appearing on his face.

George then whispered "Freddie's got a thing for Johnson."

Looking at Fred, you could see the jealousy painted all over his face. You chuckled making Fred stop giving Oliver glares "what's so funny?" He asked

"Noth-" you tried to say but George interrupted you.

"I was just saying to our dear friend Y/N here, that you have a thing for Miss Johnson" George smirked and Fred rolled his eyes. "Pfft, so not true"

You grinned "so is true!" You nudged his arm " the way you look at her, I can tell you like her"

Free blushed and a small smile appeared on his face, he then looked over at you and grinned. "What?" You asked.

"It's also obvious that you and Ollie over there, are meant to be together" Fred said, you sighed "well obviously not."

"You should've been there just now, sitting with them!" George remarked