harry potter imagines and preferences {OPEN}

Oliver Wood

For @DaniellaKiley

Y/N's POV

I wrapped my Gryfindor scarf tighter around my neck in an attempt to keep me warm; it wasn't helping. I shuffled down towards the Quidditch pitch to watch my brother, Harry, play against the Slytherins.

"Good luck!" I called out to the team, who was just about to walk out to the field. The captain, Oliver Wood, looked my way and grinned, waving. I waved back and I felt my cheeks heat up. I admit it, I had a pretty big crush on Oliver Wood. But who could blame me, it's freaking Oliver Wood. He's sweet, funny, smart, and pretty hot if I do say so myself. But it's just a stupid fantasy for him to like me. It'd never happen, he's got a line of better girls willing to date him in a snap.

I was brought back to reality by the sound of Madam Hooch's booming voice, "PLAYERS, MOUNT YOUR BROOMS!" I quickly found a seat in the Gryffindor stands just as the game began.

"LETS GO GRYFFINDOR!!" I screamed as Oliver flawlessly blocked his goal posts. He looked so concentrated with his brows furrowed and his tongue poking out.

"He's so cute." I sighed as he tossed the quaffle to... Wait, to Angelina?!

Bloody hell, he so likes her. He likes her, I have no chance, shit shit shit.

"AND HARRY POTTER CATCHES THE SNITCH!! GRYFFINDOR WINS!!"

Cheers filled the stands and I jumped up and down, screaming and clapping.

"Congratulations, Harry!" I exclaimed, running down the stands to give my brother a hug. "Thanks, Y/N." He laughed, running off to see his other friends. As I was turning around to follow him, I felt a pair of cold hands wrap around my arms and push me backwards.

"MOVE IT, POTTER!"

I thought that I was going to fall into the cold snow, but I found a pair of arms wrap around my waist instead. "WATCH WHERE YOURE GOING, MALFOY!" The person yelled. I looked up to see a smiling Oliver Wood looking down at me. "Hello." He whispered cheekily, grinning widely.

"Hi, Oliver." I laughed, trying my best not to blush. I got out of his arms and when I turned around to face him again, he was still grinning from ear to ear. "What's got you so chipper?" I asked, rocking back and forth on my heels.

He took a step closer, and another, until our faces were centimeters apart. "Because you're gonna say yes."

"Say yes to wh-"

And before I knew it, his lips were connected to mine.

And that day I just smiled a little bit wider.