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Imagine #166 - He Was A Gryffindor (Slytherin!Reader)

Imagine glaring at the arrogant boy as he swaggered across the courtyard.

He was a Gryffindor.

A disgusting, treacherous, filthy, handsome, charming, perfect Gryffindor.

He seemed proud by it. Puffing his chest as he walked to show the gleaming gold and crimson tie. Loudly boasting to anyone who would listen of how he was the Captain of the Quidditch team for the best house at Hogwarts. Lazy limbs strewn across the benches in the courtyard, his chestnut wavy hair falling into creamy chocolate eyes as he hardly listens to McGonagall lecturing him, too busy thinking about something distant.

What an idiot.

You want him.

But he wouldn't want you.

You. The girl who shys away from him as he strolls down the corridor, trying to hide the cold colours of your house. You. The student who sits at the back of the class, praying he won't look back to see your sombre crest. You. The friend who helplessly watches as he stands back to his friends who torment others in your house, with sharp insults and small violent gestures, and laughs.

You. The Unknown Slytherin.

"Do you want come see me practice tonight?" He asked excitedly. Quidditch practice is straight after school... I might not have time to get changed.

"Um maybe I'm not sure." You mumbled, tucking a piece of you hair behind your ear.

"Oh come on~" He ducked his head down, before looking up with soft, wide eyes, "Please."

You stared into those eyes for a solid silent ten seconds, each second making your face flush darker. "Fine." You muttered. He laughed loudly, a warm bubbling sound, rising your happiness. He collected you up into his muscular arms and swung you around quickly, making a giggle slip past your lips. He dropped you and quickly checked his watch, and made a noise of frustration,

"I've got to go, but I'll see you on the pitch," He began to step back, "You can be my lucky charm." He winked at you making you stutter and flush.

God, you love him.

So it's too bad.

How could a Lion fall for a Serpent?

*~*~*~*~*

Oliver Wood was the Gryffindor Quidditch Captain and in a word he was amazing. He flew with precise movements, his eyes saw everything, his voice was the perfect volume so all could here it, and you was absorbing it all.

You pulled the sleeves of your jumper down over your hands to close one of the only gaps that let the icy air bite at your skin. You were too busy daydreaming about him that you didn't notice the Scot sneak up behind you, on the bleachers, and hug you from behind. You let out a small scream and flicked your hand back to hit him in the face.

"That hurt!" He mockingly complained as he took a seat next to you. You gave him a small smile as he wrapped a friendly arm around your shoulders, your heart fluttering. "I saved 5 goals today, which mean you definitely work." He said flirtatiously.

A colder breeze swept through the Quidditch pitch, making goosebumps erupt on your arms and you shivered.

"You okay?" He asked, blinking widely making him look close to a puppy.

"Yeah, just a little chilly." You said softly. Before I could protest he had unzipped his jacket and wrapped it around your shoulders. "You'll get cold though." You reminded. He shrugged.

"I live in Scotland, love, this is summer to me." He said cockily making me laugh.

You both walked towards the castle, you holding his jacket round you, his warmth seeping through your clothes. The frosty grass crunched beneath your feet as the castle slowly came closer.

"You know, I never really see you around school?" He asked suddenly. Your heart dropped, this had been the question you'd been dreading.

"Oh really?" You responded, acting dumb.

"Yeah," He laughed, "I don't even think I know what house you're in."  No No No No... "What house are you in?"

He we go.

The day that I had been avoiding ever since I'd met him at Hogsmeade in our 3rd year.

Now our friendship could carry on, but he could never love me.

Ever.

That's how the world works.

"Slytherin." You muttered. He stopped walking for a moment and you internally panicked for what seemed like eternity.

He hates me.

"Now you're going to hate me..." You muttered.

He'll never want to be my friend again.

"...I can understand if you can't be my friend..."

He will never love me.

"...even if you break my heart in the process."

His head suddenly snapped up and his face spread into the biggest grin you'd ever seen in your life. He dragged you to his chest, his white swirls of breath tickling your nose and he tilted your chin upwards with a finger to press against his lips against yours. Your eyes widened as he softly kissed you, your hands curling into his shirt. He slowly pulled away, his eyes opening to look into yours.

"If you think that you being a Slytherin would mean I couldn't love you, then you are extremely wrong," He said softly, kissing the corner of your mouth occasionally, "You are the most beautiful, kind, amazing girl I've ever met, and by you being sort into Slytherin doesn't mean any of those traits don't exist."

You smiled wrapping your arms around his torso, while he happily cuddled further into you.

"I love you Oliver." You said loudly, your confidence flourishing as the load was lifted off my shoulders.

"I love you too, my little Slytherin." He muttered smirking and leaned in to press his lips against yours again spreading his love.

Maybe being a Slytherin wasn't too bad.