Harry Potter Character One Shots.

Oliver Wood x Reader

Nobody ever seemed to notice you, apart from the two of the idiots you call your brothers. There's one fact that barely anybody knows about the Weasley family and that is Fred and George aren't just twins, they're from a set of three, triplets. And you, are the lesser known third child. You were born last, a mere 20 minutes after George, yet nobody knew you. You were just the girl that hung out with the 'twins' and the girl that's always on the sub bench. Only your family knew your name, but you were never involved, that is unless Fred and George had a say.

You were sick of it. Sick of being ignored! You decide to skip your last class, it's only divination, Fred and George will probably cover for you. You head to the seventh floor, only to be knocked down. You scramble to help the person collect their sheets avoiding their eyes, not wanting to answer questions at this particular time. Suddenly, a warm and comforting hand grabbed yours.

"You're shaking (Y/N)."  A Scottish accent says rather monotonously.  You look up and finally meet the eyes of none other than Oliver Wood. You liked Oliver, he'd willingly let you join the Griffindor Quidditch team, as a reserve of course, but you were on the team nonetheless. "T-they always do..." You whisper, Oliver still holding your hands in his.

"You know (Y/N)," Oliver says in his strong Scottish accent. "I've never understood how such a beautiful young woman like yourself, can be so quiet."

Oliver gases into your (Y/E/C) eyes, still holding your hands. "I also don't understand, how such a beautiful young woman like yourself, could not have a boyfriend..."

Suddenly you feel a pair of lips on yours. Oliver's.

You smile and kiss back. You've finally been noticed, and by someone that has caught your eye many times in the past.

"Well lookie here Georgie, looks like our baby sister has herself a boyfriend" you hear the amused voice of your brother Fred.

"Why yes Freddie, our iccle (Y/N) has grown up... IM GONNA CRY" you start giggling against Oliver's lips, which makes him smile. You both pull back and look at your brothers.

"Oi! I'm not a baby" you tell your brothers giggling. They smile down at you (you were incredibly short compared to them) and pull you into a hug while telling Oliver something along the lines of "hurt our baby sister and you won't live to play another game of Quidditch".

Oliver smiles and pulls you to his side while you mumble "not a baby..."

You wouldn't change your life for the world, even if you were ignored before. You now have Oliver along with your two idiot brothers to keep you happy, and that's all that matters.