REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!
- and everyday, I feel myself falling more and more for you.
these are harry potter imagines and one-shots. slip yourself into the shoes of the main character, and fall for those of your choice.
"Are you ready for the match on Friday?" Someone calls as you sweep down the corridor.
"Of course. I always am." You holler back before turning one of the corners.
"You're already to be beat, y/l/n?" A pair of brown eyes scitter above you, a mouth lowered into a smirk.
"By whom exactly?" You cross your arms, raising an amused eyebrow.
"You really think you stand a chance against me?" He echoes, leaning up against the stoned wall.
"You're a lightweight. I could knock you off your broom with a nudge." You bring a couple of fingers forward, tapping his shoulder easily.
He pushes back easily, and you hold your books tightly, watching his eyes flicker. "I've been training, just you wait."
"I reckon you won't last a moment by my side, Wood." You click your tongue against your cheek, watching him with a laugh.
"Positive?" He takes his step forward, furrowing his eyebrows with a laugh.
"I know my boundaries just as as well as I know my opponents." You stammer back, narrowing your eyes.
Callously Oliver drops his books around the two of you, his expression reigning serious. "Are you saying I'm not good?"
"No, I'm just saying I could beat you. I know all of your tactics." You wiggle your nose at the quidditch team captain, enjoying as he becomes enraged.
"Would you like to bet on it?" He slithers his arms along his chest, watching as the students begin to crash by.
"And the wager?" You raise both eyebrows, waiting for his reaction.
His eyes flicker back and forth between the moving bodies, tapping his feet against the cool stone.
He gives an intimidating demeanor, but can easily see the excitement raving in his eyes.
"I don't know yet, but-" he shakes his head, and you offer another chuckle.
"Alright. Come find me when you've figured out a bet, Wood." You shake your head before you begin to stalk down the hallways and away from him.
"I'll be waiting." You call after him with laughter, disappearing quickly.
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"What exactly is your line of wager, Wood?" You roll your eyes as he pulls you toward the sidelines of the busying corridor.
"If I win, you have to buy me lunch. Nothing beats free food." His eyes flicker toward you, his cheeks beaming.
"That bland huh?" You answer back with a viving laugh, accompanied by a quick snort- not even attempting to hide your laughter.
"Alright, and if I win?" You lean forward, watching as he chews his lips in thought.
