Harry Potter Imagines

Obsession-Oliver Wood x Reader

MY FAVORITE CHARACTER IN THE ENTIRETY OF THE HARRY POTTER UNIVERSE (except for Newt) AND THE MOST UNDERRATED CHARACTER OUT OF ALL OF THEM!

Rating: Just some pure fluff

Enjoy!

Y/N POV

"You gotta do it, Y/N!" Fred pestered.

I sighed. "You guys! I don't wanna!"

"But you lost the bet!" George pouted.

"Fine." I grabbed my wand and climbed off the couch in the Gryffindor common room, where I hang out all the time. (even if you're not a gryff) I climbed the stairs to the seventh year boys dorm, and whispered "Alohamora!" The door swung open and the twins appeared behind me.

"What am I doing again?" I asked them.

"Steal his book, Y/N!" They sighed in unison.

I groaned under my breath and slipped into the room, searching for Oliver's bed. It didn't take long, spotting his Quidditch robes hanging off the end of a bed. I went straight to his bedside table and opened the drawer. A black leather-bound book was inside. I grabbed it and made to leave, pausing when I noticed the picture on the table. It was one of the two of us, taken by the twins. Oliver was still dressed in his Quidditch robes, an arm slung around my waist. I had my arm around his shoulders, and we were both laughing. 

Why is this here?

"Did you get it?" Fred whispered from the doorway. I ran out of the room and nodded as it swung shut. 

"Well, let's read it!" We went back down to the couches and I held the book in my hands nervously.

"You open it, Y/N. You got it after all."

I nodded and flipped it open. "Um, guys? I think I grabbed the wrong one. I don't think this is his play book... I think this is his diary." I closed it and set it down. 

"Even better!" George grabbed it and opened it.

"George, that's not right! That's supposed to be private!"

"Oh come on, Y/N! Don't you want to know if Ollie has the hots for you?" Fred smirked.

I sighed and leaned back. "Just tell me if there is something I should be concerned about."

George nodded and began to flip through it. "Quidditch... school... quidditch...Merlin, so much quidditch..." He went silent, staring wide-eyed at the book.

"What? What is it?" I sat up.

George wordlessly passed the book over to me, and I looked at it.

May 17th

It's getting worse... I think I'm in love with her. Her h/c hair, her e/c eyes that sparkle whenever she's happy... I want to tell Y/N how I feel. I really do. But what if she doesn't like me back? I mean, I'm really nothing more than Quidditch captain these days. She probably won't like me. But the photo... I keep looking at it, almost obsessively. It gives me hope. Oh Merlin, I think I'm obsessed with her.

Just as I finished reading it, the painting swung open and the book's owner walked in. He started to say hi to us, and then paused. "Y/N? Is that..."

"I'm so sorry!!!" I yelped, dropping it. "The twins made me do it!"

"Y/N!" They exclaimed. 

"They made you read my book?"

"They thought it was your play book... they wanted me to steal it so maybe you would take a little break from Quidditch..."

Oliver sighed and hung his head. "How much do you know?"

I stood up. "More than you, apparently. You think I'd reject you?"

His head snapped up. "Um, yeah?"

"Merlin, Ollie... And here I thought you were smart." I took his hand. "I like you too."

His eyes widened. "Really?"

I nodded.

He smiled and hugged me tightly. "U-uh... can I kiss you?"

I nodded nervously, and he quickly pressed his lips to mine in a sweet, passionate kiss. The twins whooped and hollered behind us.

I pulled away and smiled at him. "And here I thought you were obsessed with Quidditch..."

He finished my thought for me. "Nope. It was you all along."

eh kinda rushed but I like it