Harry Potter Characters X Reader

Practice Makes Perfect ~ Oliver Wood

Nobody doubted there was something going on between you and Oliver. Whenever the two of you were even around each other, neither of you could refrain from flirting with one another.

You were one of the Chasers on the Gryffindor, and a rather good one at that. The big game against Slytherin was coming up and Oliver was cracking down on everyone to step up their game.

Today's practice was particularly tiring. You all played non-stop for a very long time.

"Okay, everyone, huddle up," Oliver shouted.

Everyone flew down to the center of the field where Oliver was.

"Alright, we have to make sure we get all our moves cleaned up," he began.

He started listing the mistakes people were making. It was a rather long list ofextremely tiny things.

"We have to keep practicing to get this right," he mounted his broom, ready to fly up.

"Come on, Wood, ease up! We've been practicing all morning!" You interjected, placing a hand on your hip.

He looked over at you and raised his eyebrow.

"Look, our team is kick-ass, and the game isn't for another 2 days. I think we're ready," you simply said.

Oliver got off his broom and walked over to you, stopping when your faces were merely inches apart.

"Really?" He said, attempting to hide a smirk.

A playful scowl formed on your face.
"Really," you echoed, looking up at him.

You saw his eyes flicker down to your lips, then back to your eyes before he walked away.

~*~

Eventually, Oliver let the team take a break. You made your way to the locker room to relax for a bit.

You walked in and saw the locker room was completely empty. You put down your broom and laid down on the bench.

You closed your eyes for a few seconds, then a shadow came over them. You shot them open and saw Oliver hovering over you.

"Can I help you?" You sat up, moving hair away from your face and looking up at him.

"Why did you do that in front of the team?" He asked, folding his arms.

"Do what?"

"You talked back to me, in front of the entire quidditch team. I'm your captain, (Y/N), and-"

"You're so cute when your mad, Wood," you smirked, standing up in front of him.

"Excuse me?" He said, his face beginning to turn red.

"You're adorable when you get all angry and flustered," you repeated, stepping closer to him.

"I-um-I don't-"

"Oliver, I'm not thick. I see the way you look at me-"

"I see the way you look at me," he retorted, getting closer to you as well.

You felt your cheeks begin to heat up, trying to hide them by facing the ground.

He immediately lifted your chin so that you were gazing into his eyes again.

"So... Are you just going to stand there or are you going to kiss me?" You questioned, a small smile playing on your lips.

He let out a soft chuckle, taking your hand in his. Then, you felt his lips against yours. You placed your free hand on his cheek while he put his on your hips, pulling your bodies closer.

You found yourself getting lost in the kiss. You had been harboring a crush on Oliver for a very long time, and every time he even looked at you, you felt your heart flutter.

In fact, you both were so lost in each other, that neither of you realized that the twins, Fred and George Weasley had walked in.

"Ahem," George coughed.

The two of you quickly broke away, both of your eyes getting wide.

"Having fun, you two?" Fred laughed, leaning against his broom.

"Toss off, the both of you!" You shouted, gesturing them to get out.

"We still have to finish practice. Unless, you'd rather be doing this," George hinted, gesturing to you and Oliver.

"Practice is ending early today. So, leave," Oliver glared.

They both put their hands up in defeat, walking out of the locker room.

When they were gone, Oliver snaked his arms around your waist again, crashing your lips into his.

"I would much rather be doing this," he said.

~The End~