More Than Quidditch | Oliver Wood x Reader

1: First Day, Fourth Year

It was your 4th year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. You weren't at all sad to leave your family in America, to head back to your small cottage near London. You stayed her with your mom and siblings. You stayed with your American family over summer, and occasionally other holidays. Even though you were born and for the most part raised (left when you were 7) in America, you had a pretty strong Irish accent, and speak a good amount of Irish (Gaelic). Currently, you were on Platform 9¾, saying goodbye to your mom and little sister, Kiera.

"Bye bye kids. Behave yourselves, all of you." She looks at you and your brothers, a glare in her eyes.

"'course mum." You all say. She kissed you all farewell and you give your little sister and extra hug, while your older brother, Michael, puts your luggage on board, followed by your year younger brother, Connor. While your mom is distracted talking to another muggle mom, you pull something out of your pocket.

"Here," you say, putting it around her neck. "This is a necklace similar to a telephone. Just tap it and say what you need to say in it. Then on mine, I'll hear the message, and be able to send one back." She smiles brightly, and hugs you again, tears in her eyes.

"I love you," she whispers into the necklace. Her voice comes out of yours loud and clear.

She starts to laugh, and your mom finally turns to look at you. "Y/F/N (your full name)! GET ON THAT BLOODY TRAIN! IT'S LEAVING!"

You widen your eyes as you see your older brother swing a door open, ushering you you over. You run at full speed towards it, just barely grabbing his hand. You both manage to close the door in just enough time to wave a final goodbye to your mom and sister.

Once they're out of sight, your brother slaps the back of your head. "Bloody idiot," he says, shaking his head and joining a compartment with his friends.

You make a face at him as you pass by, and make your way down the corridor. Just as you walk by a compartment full of Gryffindors, you hear someone call your name.

"Oi, L/N (last name)."

You stop and turn to face the familiar voice. "Wood," you says, scanning around the rest of the compartment.

The whole Gryffindor quidditch team was crammed inside, save the seeker who graduated the year before.

"Weasley, Weasley, Bell, Johnson, Spinnet." You nod to the others sitting with him while addressing them. They nod back.

"Well, as you know, our captain graduated last year, making me captain." He smiled smugly.

You roll your eyes. He's keeper for Gryffindor, while your captain and Seeker for Ravenclaw.

You give him a fake, thin-lipped smile. "Good for you."

He shook his head, standing up and squeezing past everyone else to lean against the doorway.

"Scotland won our rugby game." You let out a small chuckle. He was right, and he knew, you being a muggle born, that you loved rugby. You felt like he only watched it to let you know every time Scotland beat Ireland. He smiled at you slightly.

"So you're right, Wood. I supposed you had a part in that?"

He shakes his head. "Just letting you know. Anyway, would you like to join us?"

You look around the small compartment, noticing there was barely any room for him to sit himself.

"Yeah, no thanks. I'd sit with the Slytherins in a seat than the entire rival team on the floor." You wink at him and walk away.

You find a compartment that's almost empty. You sit down across from Percy Weasley, a boy who was in your year, but a Gryffindor. He always reminded you of a Ravenclaw, but somehow, he wasn't.

"'ello, Percy. Whatcha workin' on?"

He looked up at you for a split second, then lowered his head once more. "I'm just doing some last minute revisions. Hopefully this essay is enough for McGonagall to make me a prefect next year."

You turn your head at him. "You write one every year, even in you first year. You don't even have to."

He shakes his head, still looking at you. "I just wanna make sure. Don't you? Being a Ravenclaw I'd expect..." His voice trailed off.

"It'd be nice, I'm just not gonna worry about that just yet. I'm more worried about my grades this year, honestly. I took on a few more classes this term. Plus, quidditch."

He rolled his eyes. He hears about quidditch all the time from his dorm mate, you guessed it, Oliver Wood.

The rest of the ride to Hogwarts consisted mostly of you reading and finishing several books and occasionally taking to Percy.

You finally arrive at Hogwarts, making your way to the Great Hall. You find your older brother and sit next to him, doing what you do every year; embarrass him. You pull on his cheeks and call him "Bubba", and tell his friends a new embarrassing story of him. He pushed you away and you get up to look for your you get brother. Unlike you and your older brother, your younger brother is a Hufflepuff. You searched with no luck, and finally joined your friends at the Ravenclaw table.

You high five them, and they congratulate you for being the new team of the quidditch team. Most of you friends are on the team.

The Sorting Ceremony came and went and soon enough you were all back in your dormitories, drifting peacefully off to sleep.

The next morning at breakfast, you got you timetables. You noticed that you had quite a few classes with Gryffindor, and 2 classes with Slytherin. You shook your head and scanned over the paper.

1: Potions, Arithmancy, Charms
2: Transfiguration, History of Charms, Care of Magical Creatures
3: Defence Against the Dark Arts, Herbology, Astronomy

You sigh and put it down, just in time for mail. Your younger brother got his yearly Howler saying he forgot stuff, but this year, it had your name in it.

You rushed over to the Howler, to noticed it sounded calmer. "And, Y/N, dear you left your diary and I'll admit I read a bit of it. I hope you win your game and don't let him distract you!"

Your face went pale. Laughter erupted from the Slytherin tables and a few Snickers from Gryffindor, but you just shook your head and went to sit down. All the way back to your table, you felt a burning stare on you coming from the Gryffindor table. You shook it off and finished your meal.

The rest of the week went by smoothly, and you weren't surprised that Oliver Wood made sure to sit near you in Potions, Transfiguration, Charms, Arithmancy, Defence Against the Dark Arts, etc. He had all but maybe 1 to 2 classes with you, and something told you it wasn't a coincidence.

Nevertheless, you didn't mind it. You and Oliver met in your 1st year on the train, and became fairly good friends in just that 1 ride. You got sorted and were both a little disappointed that you weren't in the same house. Either way, you still made time to hang out. He taught you all about quidditch, and you taught him about rugby, which he later used against you.

Of course you had a rivalry, now being on different quidditch teams. But it was always playful and never became too serious. You weren't as close as before, but you never hated each other. At times, you did dislike each other, but only during quidditch matches, can't be friendly then. Still, you secretly rooted for each other when it came to matches against other houses.

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