Harry Potter Characters X Reader

7: Pretty

TW: Clear. Rating: sex insinuated.

And the seeker caught the snitch. The entire Gryffindor section rose and screamed as one. The captain, Oliver Wood, rose a fist in the air as he joined his team. He was so happy... He'd never been that happy before, surely. Even when I wrote out all his papers for him after he broke his hand last year. Or when Madam Pomfrey told him he wouldn't have to go to class for two weeks after his first quidditch match. Or...ever.

They disappeared in the locker rooms. As people filed out and headed to the common room, I held back. Finally, Wood came out, receiving pats on the back.

"Nice game, Wood," I commended. He smiled slightly.

"First of many, hopefully."

"Considering you won as first-time captain, you're sitting good. Statistically, first time captains have an average of about a 75% chance of winning their second match if they won the first."

"I should pay you for this kind of thing. I appreciate it, really."

I looked down at my feet with a smile. "Well, Wood, I like seeing you smile. So you better win the next match, and you better smile the way you did today."

"Are you this nice to everybody?" he asked with a smile and laugh. "You should be wayyy more popular."

I laughed slightly as the Weasley twins approached Wood. Once his attention flipped, I filed into the crowd to avoid any awkwardness. Back at the common room, there was a party, per usual. But it was bigger this time.

People were cheering on Wood and the rest of the team as they competed to drink butterbeer the fastest. Wood won after five rounds of difficult judging. After being crowned champion, he sat down by the fire. Right across from me.

"I've never realized that you can get a bit drunk off butterbeer. But I guess there is a little alcohol in it."

"Mhmm. And you never eat much before your matches then pounded five in a row. It's not a shock that it's hitting you a little."

"Yeah..." He looked at me for a few seconds blankly. "So you know how earlier I asked how you aren't more popular?" He paused, but he seemed more confused as to where he was going than waiting for an answer. "Yeah, I, uh, I was kinda joking, but now I'm really thinking about it, and... Why?"

"I don't know. I'm just not," I answered with a shrug.

"But you're nice and smart and stuff. And why don't you have a boyfriend? Or do you?" he asked, reflecting back.

"I don't, and I'm not sure why. Maybe I'm just not..."

I was about to say 'attractive enough' but I stopped myself. I shouldn't be mean to myself. Why not just enjoy his messy-minded compliments?

"It doesn't make sense. You're so pretty. And stuff."

I laughed awkwardly and smiled. "Thanks Wood. By your logic, you should have a girlfriend though."

"Maybe," he agreed. "But see, I think I like this one girl. I can never get her out of my head. Sometimes, I'll be trying to sleep and I'll just imagine what it'd be like if she were...like...just lying there with me. Like how warm she'd be and how nice it would feel. And her whispering, 'Goodnight, Oliver' in the dark. Is that weird?" he asked, twiddling his thumbs.

"You're asking the wrong person, buddy," I laughed.

He smiled slightly and rose. "I'm gonna get something to drink. You want anything?"