Harry Potter And The Imaginary Cringe

Oliver Wood x Reader

It was early January. School was about to start again and students who spent their holidays at home, returned to Hogwarts. You crossed ways with a group of tiny Hufflepuffs, who talked about their Christmas presents, while going back to the Castle.

Even under the yellow scarfs you were able to see that the biting cold had turned their little noses red.

You too, snuggled deeper into your own coat, shivering a little bit.

Over the coarse of the last few weeks a small snow storm had surprised Hogwarts and its surroundings, making everything look like it was coated in powdered sugar. It was freezing cold so nobody wanted to be outside if they had the choice to stay in their cozy common rooms. However, you didn't really have a choice.

As the (more or less) proud girlfriend of Oliver Wood it was your task to awkwardly sit and watch the training sessions of your boyfriend and his Quidditch team once in a while. Maybe do a very lonely and weird "Woo!" or "That's my boyfriend!". Sometimes you would meet a few other people who also watched the training and convince them to join you in the cheers.Today, though, the chances were very low, considering the weather.

Normally you would have just ditched it, since you weren't an actual part of the team and thus not necessary. Sadly, you promised Oliver that you would "most definitely absolutely under all circumstances" appear on their first Quidditch training after the holidays, believing the weather wouldn't be to bad.

You believed wrong.

"No other madman makes his team train in this weather," you thought with a mix of amusement and pity for the Gryffindor Quidditch team. This thought only got stronger when your eyes rose to the sky to see a big blanket of clouds crawling towards the field, on which you already saw people flying on their brooms.

Realizing that you were late, you hurried up and quickly took a seat.

The team did something that looked very funny to you. While flying around the field, Oliver would sometimes just burst into their line of flight, making them stop abruptly.

It worked pretty well with a few exceptions here and there. One time, Katie almost crashed into Alicia, who then almost crashed into Wood.

Another time, poor little Harry reacted to Oliver by flying above his captain. Doing so the third year student almost slammed his broom into his nose.

"Good job, Harry! Maybe try flying down instead of up!" Oliver yelled, unfazed by the cold. Heck, he and the team looked like they were sweating.

They went on like this for around ten more minutes before going into regular game play. Now you started the awkward cheering, to not only entertain the Weasley twins but so your boyfriend knew you came to the training as promised.

You smiled at Harry as he flew another round. With amusement you thought of the first year of Harrys on the Quidditch Team, when Oliver barely talked about anything but the little guy. It was funny.

As a muggle born you only knew vaguely about the boy who lived and in hindsight you might have gotten a better answer if you would have asked anyone but Oliver.

When you did Oliver answered with: "He's going to be the youngest Seeker Hogwarts had in 100 years! We are definitely going to win this year!"

"Could you tell me more about how he defeated You-Know-Who as a baby?"

"He's gonna defeat Slytherin when we play against them."

You felt like, if someone asked you about the famous Mr. Potter who went to your school, your answer would have been something like: "I have no idea about his past but I could write you a detailed essay about his improvement on a broom."

Your boyfriend was such a nerd. But in the most jock-ish way possible. It was kind of endearing.

All of a sudden, you were interrupted by a loud: "We're done for today!" A delighted groan washed over the team and Oliver quickly flew over to you.

"Hey," you said and gave him a little wave. Wood, trying to climb from his broom to the standings, responded with a: "Hello."

After helping him over the railing you gave him a quick kiss and placed the broom on both of your laps.

"Sorry for being late," you said and sat back onto your seat. This time Oliver next to you, throwing his arm over your shoulder.

"At first I thought you wouldn't come..." he started, was however interrupted by an offended scoff: "And let you remind me about it for the next two months, to guilt me into things? I don't think so."

"Tt, I already thought I could drag you out of bed for the next early training," he chuckled.

"No way! Your 'early' training is basically night time. Didn't Filch actually catch you during his NIGHT stroll, when you wanted to train?"

Now Oliver got defensive: "That was one time! And he was about to be done."

"Well you know my answer anyways." You continued to bicker playfully for a while.

The wind started to blow a little harder and the snow you had expected fell from the sky. As much as you wanted to enjoy the weather a little, Oliver was sweaty and you didn't want him to catch a cold.

When he started to shiver, you quickly stood up and dragged him with you. A cough might be treated quickly, but you still felt responsible to make sure of your boyfriends well being.

While he picked his broom up you slipped one of your arms out of the sleeve of your coat: "Cuddle time, big guy. I don't want you to get sick."

"Isn't that a little small for the two of us?" He gave you a skeptical look.

You didn't care. Half of the coat was now draped over Olivers much taller shape. As you waddled towards the castle, looking like a pet Hagrid would have adopted, you tried not to stumble over each others feet.

"The way to the castle wouldn't have killed me, you know?" He put his head on yours as you nuzzled a little closer.

"Who knows. Imagine how anticlimactic it would have been. Oliver Wood. Gryffindor Quidditch Captain dead because he forgot that snow is cold."

He laughed now. You liked his laugh. It made you feel so warm and giddy.

It was moments like these where you just realized how much you liked him. Nothing serious. Just some casual fooling around.

You quickly stood on your toes and gave him a kiss. A long one. And as the wind blew through your hair and the rest of your body felt so nice and warm, you were incredibly happy.

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