Seeker (Harry Potter Characters X Reader)

Oliver Wood

Y/n's P.O.V.

"Oliver, do you even know what a day off is?" I asked my over athletic boyfriend.

"Yes...I think..." he said, catching an enchanted quaffel.

"Okay then what is it?" I challenged, crossing my arms over my chest.

"It's...a day that you get off from school?" He guessed.

"Yes. Why?" I pushed, craning my neck to look up at him on his broom.

"To take a break?" He guessed.

"Ding ding you moron! So why are you practicing?" I asked.

"Cause its how I relax," he said, throwing the quaffel at a speed, and bouncing it off the wall.

"Doesn't look relaxing. Wait...Oli, do you even know how to relax?" I asked, now getting it.

He scoffed. "Yeah...psh...duh I know how to relax," he said, pulling a face.

"Okay, so what is relaxation," I asked, getting smug.

"It's doing a fun activity that you enjoy...that you don't normally get time for," he said, realizing his mistake of saying it.

"And how often do you practice Quidditch?" I asked, fluttering my eyelids.

"Um...not often enough?" He tried sheepishly.

"Oliver Wood get your ass off your broom and get down here this instant!" I yelled, now getting angry.

He sighed, and descended from the air, and dismounted his broom.

"Thank you," I said with a smile.

"Yeah thanks for taking my only shot at beating Slytherin Y/n," he muttered angrily, as he started walking to the changing rooms.

I ran after him. "Oliver, remember my dad studied brains and stuff? He explained to me that the best way to high performance is to have a recovery period. You don't ever take one."

"So what? You're saying by taking me away from what I love doing is helping me?" Oliver asked, turning around to face me.

"Yes. Yes I am. Oliver, if I didn't give a shot about you, I'd let you keep practicing. But because I love you, I'm telling you to get your ass back to the common room and take a break, and do something un-quidditch related. It will give you a new outlook," I said, walking towards him and snaking my arms around his waist. He smiled a little.

"Anything you had in mind to get me to stop thinking about Quidditch?" He asked with a smirk.

"I may have a few ideas."