Harry Potter x Reader Oneshots

Oliver Wood x Reader: Cold Hands, Warm Hearts

      Quidditch. The sport all of Hogwarts loved. The sport was loved by all, well almost all. There was that odd few that wasn't fond of or didn't like it at all. It had even managed to weasel (no pun intended) its way into my heart. And I'm not a fan of sports at all, not muggle sports like my parents and not wizard sports like my friends.

     There's not really a main reason I don't like sports. I just don't, but then again I've always been an odd one. Even before my parents and I knew that I am a witch. Everyone had known I was different, it was hard to miss. Even so my parents still accepted me and tried to not get to angry when my magic, when we didn't know about it, would end of breaking something.

     It wasn't just my magic that set me apart though, there was also the fact that I preferred to stay inside and not go out for anything. I was a homebody in every sense of the word. Quite literally "a person who likes to stay at home, especially one who is perceived as unadventurous". That's probably why I made it into Ravenclaw and not Gryffindor.

     But back on the topic of sports, I didn't like them. More or less I just didn't understand them. All the strange rules and outfits. I guess the strangeness of sports isn't what bothered me the most, I think it was risk people put themselves in by entering a sport. In any sport you enter you put yourself at risk during practices and games. Especially when playing things like cheer leading, American football, and don't forget about quidditch.

     I had disliked quidditch just as much as I disliked any other sport. I never really cared to attend any games. The only ones I would attend were the ones Ravenclaw were in, and even then I wasn't there to support my house. I was only there to support my friend that was on the team.

     Other than that you would never see me at a game. I had preferred to be in the Ravenclaw common room studying or reading a good book. It was like that all the way to fifth year, and the only reason it changed was because I made the decision to go outside. I had noticed how nice of a day it was so I came to the conclusion that I would prefer to study outside for my upcoming potions test than inside the stuffy castle.

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     I let out another huff as I desperately tried to focus on the potion I was trying to memorize for the past hour. For whatever reason I just could not focus and the test was tomorrow. "I'm so going to fail that test tomorrow." I groaned, rubbing my temples trying to alleviate myself of my throbbing headache.

     Frustrated, I slammed my book shut and stood up from my bed. I was never going to get anything done if I couldn't concentrate. Looking out the dorm window I noticed how nice out it still looked.  Earlier today when we were out for Herbology it was rather nice out. Just the right temperature. "Maybe some fresh air will help me concentrate, it might relieve my headache as well." I mumbled to myself as I picked up my potions textbook and left the dorm room.

     Stepping out of the castle I took in a deep breath of the cool outdoor air. It was refreshing to say the least. Due to my introverted nature I tend to stay inside as much as possible. 'I really should start going outside more often, it's not that bad. I might even start going to Hogsmeade.' I thought to myself with a smile.

     Surveying my surroundings I tried to spot out the perfect place to study. There was plenty of quiet places but for some reason I felt drawn to the bleachers used for quidditch and other events. Taking my time I made my way to the bleachers and sat in the middle of the middle row. I was taken aback of how nice of a view it could be and- how high it was. I am utterly terrified of heights and that is exactly why I hated flying lessons with a burning passion in first year.