(Discontinued) Harry Potter One Shots

Oliver x Reader

"Oliver? Damn. Where are you," you groaned, leaving the room. Why did he have to lose that game? Now no one can find him. No one meaning you. "Oliver?! Come out of hiding! Please? Let me talk to you!"

Why were you the only one able to calm him down?

'Damn it Oliver,' you thought, leaning on a wall and slowly sliding down it. Right when you hit the ground, someone came around the corner.

"(Y/n)?"

"Oliver? Where have you been?! I looked all over the school for you!"

"I'm sorry."

"Don't 'I'm sorry' me! I'm tired of worrying about you! You always disappear, expecially after you lose a game! Sometimes I think you are doing something you'll regret! You'll just disappear after class and no one knows where you are for hours! I'm tired of worrying Oliver! Please. Please. Stop making me worry."

His brown eyes looked so sad, "I'm sorry (y/n). Please forgive me. Are you going to leave?"

"I forgive you and no I'm not going too leave you. What would a idiot like you do without a smart ass like me," you laughed. Oliver smiled and just looked at you. "Oliver, it's not polite to st-"

"(Y/n), you're mine."

"Huh? Why are you saying that," your face had to be beat red.

"Because I won't let anyone else have you," he pulled you into his arms and just held you there, "You're mine."

With a smile you put your arms around him, "I'm yours."

"Good. I'm glad you know. Now, kiss me."

"Why are you so dominant all of a sudden? You're only dominant in qudditch."

"Is it a problem?"

"No. I like it. Do it more often."

"I will. But, right now, kiss me."

With a smile, you did as he said. Oliver is sexy when he is the dominant one.

"We get to leave for break soon right?"

"Oliver, how could you forget? We are leaving tomorrow."

"Well, I can be a bit more dominating when we leave alright?"

"Yes please. I agree with that. Tomorrow come quick."

He smiled down at you, and picked you up.

"Oliver! Put me down! Come on! You can't carry me around like this!"

"I think I can, and I will," he kissed your neck and started walking to the common room, "Let's go talk about quidditch."

"You can't stay a little romantic for a minute can you?"

"Quidditch is romantic."

"Sure. We will go with that babe."

That whole afternoon was spent talking about quidditch plays.