Harry Potter Oneshots

Teammate [Oliver x Reader]

Oliver followed the Puddlemere United team coach onto the practice pitch. It was around the size of the Hogwarts quidditch pitch, if not, a bit bigger. He had been offered a place as their reserve keeper, and he had accepted with great enthusiasm.

At this current moment, the coach was showing him around the facilities and perhaps even introducing him to some of his new fellow teammates. To say Oliver was nervous was an understatement. He was more nervous than the final match of quidditch in his last year at school. That was saying something.

"And finally, this is the changerooms. Your locker should have your name on it by tomorrow." The coach told him. "The male showers are on the left and the female on the right." The coach was about to leave, when you entered the locker room.

You were wearing a dark blue hoodie, with the team logo printed at the front, and you had on a pair of tracksuit pants. Your h/c hair was tied up into a slick, high ponytail, out of your face. The coach's face broke into a delighted smile when he saw you.

"Ah, y/n!" He exclaimed, rushing towards you. You embraced, he had been like a second father to you, coaching you to be the best quidditch player possible. You noticed the other person standing awkwardly, a boy. Or, a man, but he was young.

Oliver stood awkwardly, watching you and the coach hug. You caught his eye, and he averted his gaze to the floor, a blush tinging his cheeks.

"Y/n, this is the new reserve keeper, Oliver Wood." The coach announced. You smiled at him and extended your hand. He shook it politely. Oliver took this opportunity to properly look at you. He thought you were quite attractive, with your e/c eyes and h/l, h/c hair. "Oliver, y/n is one of the chasers, so you two could practice together."

With a last smile, the coach left you and Oliver together, alone in the locker room. You got to work, pulling on your quidditch jersey and strapping your wrists. You stopped when you realised Oliver was watching you.

"What?" You asked him. He flushed momentarily, but shrugged. "Want to practice? Or are you scared you won't be good enough?" He raised his eyebrows at your rhetorical question. You chuckled and walked over to the locker assigned to him, grabbing his brand new set of team quidditch equipment and tossing it to him. He caught it with ease, you could tell why he was a keeper.

So the both of you got ready to start practicing at the crack of dawn. You made it to the pitch, broom over your shoulder as the grass crunched every time you took a step. You and Oliver hadn't talked much, only speaking when necessary.

"So, I'll try and shoot past you, okay?" You say, grabbing the quaffle and mounting your broom. He nodded, getting on his own broom, and you pushed off at the same time, flying into your positions.

The two of you practiced for hours, you trying to get a goal and him trying to save the shots. You ended up having a lot of fun, as you dodged him and scored on him, laughing. After a while you decided to take a break, so the two of you touched down onto the ground and made your way back to the locker room.

"You know, I sorta wish you were the actual keeper, rather than reserve." You told him truthfully.

"Really?"

"Yeah, you're good. And plus, Thomas can be a real bitch." You both laughed at that statement, and you two got talking. Oliver was surprised to discover that you were the same age. You had been homeschooled because you got offered a place at Puddlemere United. 

You became good friends over the next few weeks, as you would always meet on the pitch at dawn and practice together. Then after the actual practice with the whole team, you would practice together again. You went from friends, to something more. One evening, you were walking into the locker room after a good practice session, and you both went to go take a shower.

You were drying your wet hair, your tracksuit pants and hoodie already on. Suddenly, Oliver stepped into the room. You looked up, but he was only wearing a white towel around his waist. Your eyes travelled over his defined torso, and he smirked when he noticed.

"Like what you see, l/n?" He asked, still smirking. You blushed and narrowed your eyes at him.

"In your dreams, Wood." You retorted, drying your hair with your wand. He sat down next to you, making you freeze. "You should put some clothes on, you'll catch a cold otherwise." You said, looking up at him.

He hummed in response, leaning in. Your warm breaths were now mixing, in contrast to the cold, autumn atmosphere, your heart beating rapidly in your chest. You tried to ask Oliver what he was trying to do, but your words caught in your throat, unable to slip past your lips. So instead, you swallowed.

What seemed like minutes later, Oliver closed the little distance between you, in a kiss. It was sweet and simple, you lips moving in sync. He finally pulled away, so you could breathe. You grinned at him, letting out an airy chuckle.

"Go put some clothes on, will you?" He blushed a little, grinning back and standing. He picked up his clothes and walked back into the changerooms. By the time he walked back out, you were gone. Oliver smiled, seeing your silhouette walking towards the exit, and he got ready to leave himself.

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Meh, idk what tf this is but... here you go.

This is my first Character x Reader, you can probably tell. How did I go? Idk how I feel about this...