Harry Potter Oneshots

Photographs [Oliver Wood x Reader]

You made your way to the stands that overlooked the Hogwarts quidditch pitch. You would often observe what other people did, as you loved photography. It was an art, your art, you saw so much more in everyday things people did.

So you tried to make art out of what others claimed to be completely normal. You've already photographed some students at the library, in their common rooms, in the great hall and you've managed to snap some great shots from your latest subject of photography - quidditch.

Many of your photographs were pinned onto the notice boards of different common rooms, as they were quite aesthetic and were pleasant to view. Even the Slytherins had pinned up some of your photographs - you knew this because you overheard some Slytherin group talking about them.

So today, you were seated in the stands, watching the Gryffindor team practice for the upcoming match. You took your f/c polaroid from around your neck and held it up to your eyes, snapping a photo of Katie Bell receiving the quaffle from Angelina Johnson. You smiled as the ink dried and you saw the outcome.

They were halfway into the training session, when Oliver Wood, the captain noticed you were taking pictures on your polaroid. He flew over to where you were, slightly frustrated and annoyed because he thought you were gathering information of their tactics for your house.

"Excuse me, but I don't really appreciate you taking photos of our practices!" He frowned at you. He didn't know what house you were in, and he therefore didn't know that you were in his own house.

"I'm in Gryffindor." You simply said, snapping another photo of the new seeker, Harry Potter, zooming through the sky. Oliver did not move from his spot, and you looked up at him when you noticed. "Yes?" You questioned him.

"Wait- if you're not from another house copying our tactics... Then what in Merlin's name are you doing?" He asked you with his Scottish accent and a confused look. You smiled at him - he thought it was quite pretty - and motioned for him to come closer, which he did.

He landed next to you in the stands, and you showed him your work. His brown eyes widened in realisation and he looked at you and the photographs, back and forth.

"Hold on lass, you're the photographer?!" He exclaimed, a look of wonder on his face.

"Yep." You replied, popping the 'p' at the end, and smiling at the Scot again. Oliver went silent for a while, and he seemed to be thinking of something, so you continued to look for different angles to shoot a good photo.

"They're cool. They don't move but... I sorta like 'em." He said, smiling at your appreciative one. "You're welcome to get some one-on-one shots later when we've finished if you want." He suggested. You thanked him and told him you'd take up on that offer as he flew back.

So when their practice ended, Oliver told the team that anyone who wouldn't mind staying for the photography was welcome to stay later. The only people who left were Harry Potter and Alicia Spinnet, as they deemed to be a little uncomfortable with photos.

You had gotten some really good shots; one with the Weasley twins, two with all five of the players, one of Oliver and one with the two girls; Angelina Johnson and Katie Bell. They were all walking back to the castle, you trailing behind and assessing the shots you got.

You didn't notice Oliver hang back and fall into step with you, so when he said your name you jumped and almost dropped your folder containing many of your best photos. He chuckled at the frown you gave him, and after about five seconds you gave in and laughed with him.

"I- uh... I didn't catch your name." He said, scratching the back of his neck nervously. Nervously?!

"Y/f/n." You replied, eyeing him suspiciously.

"Y/n," he tested the syllables on his tongue, "that's a nice name. I'm-"

"I know who you are, Oliver," you cut him off. "I think everyone does, you don't exactly hide it." He grinned handsomely at you. You'd secretly always had a thing for him, but you never thought you'd actually talk to him in the first place.

"So, y/n, d'you maybe fancy going to Hogsmeade with me on Valentine's?" He asked, rather hesitantly. What if you said no, and thought he was strange for asking you that when you'd just met?

"Hmm, I'll have to think about it." You smirked. His face fell a bit when you turned away, but his expression lit up hopefully when you faced him again, that radiant smile of yours plastered on again. "I've thought about it. Why not?!"

He grinned and wrapped an arm around your shoulders as the two of you continued to make your way up to the castle, chatting and cackling at each other's horrible jokes and puns.

The whole time, Oliver couldn't take his eyes off you. He believed you to be extremely pretty with your friendly e/c eyes and h/l, h/c hair. He liked the way you were different to others, and that you had a unique passion of your own; one unlike others had. He found himself enjoying your company, even when you had only just met.

|| Word count: 875 ||

Just to make things clear, if you didn't know what some things meant;

• y/n = your name

• y/f/n = your full name

• h/c = hair colour

• h/l = hair length

• e/c = eye colour

• f/c = favourite colour

Also, who would you like me to write about? I'm not feeling very inspired rn, cause idk who I should do next.

Urgh, I feel like my writing just sucks but... at the same time I'm proud of what i can do?? Idek anymore... I'm more comfortable writing in third person, but I'm trying first and second. We'll see how it goes.

I feel like I have a lot of ideas, but they're either just really stupid or they don't relate to what I'm trying to write about... That's a pretty random thing to say.