HARRY POTTER X READER one-shots [COMPLETE]

Just as Important (Oliver Wood)

First Oliver Wood request by AquaticSuperior48722...hope you enjoy. :) Takes place in the Prisoner of Azkaban, and you're in Gryffindor in this one--it would be hard to make this house neutral. 

"Good job everyone," Oliver Wood commended his Quidditch team late one evening after a rather grueling practice on the pitch. "We should be able to take down Slytherin easily in a week."

"Haven't we always?" George asked tiredly, trying to stifle a rather large yawn but without success. 

Oliver smiled wanly, his heart fluttering with hope. "Well, of course. But we've got some new tricks up our sleeves. It should be enough to throw them off." He chuckled at the rest of the team's shocked looks. "Not that we'd have enough to brag about, of course."

"We will, once we get the Cup," Angelina assured him as everyone dismounted their brooms and headed back up to the castle. At the mention of the Quidditch Cup, Oliver couldn't help but smile the whole way back. It's been a long time since the Gryffindor team has ever had the cup in their hands, and he was determined not to lose it this time. After all, with a talented team in front of him--and even a Firebolt in the middle of the mix--what could possibly go wrong?

The answer, however, laid in the common room when he finally entered the portrait hole, coming face to face with a rather furious girl who seized him by the shoulder the moment he came in. 

"Where have you been?!" you demanded him, your (H/C) hair bouncing slightly in irritation as you stared your boyfriend in the eye with a piercing and furious glare. 

Oliver gulped suddenly in fear, all hope dissipated the moment he saw your glowering face. "(Y-Y/N)! What--"

"You forgot about it again, didn't you?"

For a moment, Oliver looked absolutely bewildered. What could be more important than the Quidditch practice he just had? Then it hit him. "Oh shoot."

"Exactly. I have been waiting here for an HOUR after the scheduled time! And oh, guess where you were! That's right! You were at the Quidditch pitch again! Totally understood! You'd probably think that Quidditch is much more important than me--is that right?"

"What?! No! No, not at all! Look, I'm really sorry, (Y/N). I had already promised my team a practice at that time, and--"

You scoffed, pushing him away from you. "Oh, that's it, isn't it! You think that Quidditch is much more important! And I hear you talking about it all the goddamn time! 'The Slytherins won't know what's up for them! Ooh, maybe we can try this tactic against the Hufflepuffs! Maybe if we did this against Ravenclaw we might be able to snag up a few points!' Do you really think that everyone cares about you and your obsession with your Quidditch team? I get that our team has a ton of potential, but does it really have to call for you bailing out on me? It's been happening for way too long!"

Now poor Oliver was confused at your behaviour. It wasn't that he hated you--he loved you for a while, ever since sixth year, and the two of you have been going out for a long time. But little did he really know how much flame you truly possessed. He had always thought of you as a sweet and kind and forgiving kind of person who would easily relent if something ever came up. Turned out that it would take a ton of convincing for you to even be anywhere close to sweet. After all, you did have a point. This has been happening since the beginning of this year. 

As the truth finally hit Oliver, he literally took a step back, as if slapped in the face, before regaining his footing and approaching you with his arms outstretched awkwardly. "(Y/N), I would never...look, I'm sorry. I never...realized how..."