More Than Quidditch | Oliver Wood x Reader

5: Crazy for Me?

After we finish pushed past the large crowd filling the field, the Ravenclaw quidditch team made it safely to the locker rooms, we started cheering ourselves. We only had to face Hufflepuff, and if we won that, we'd win the Quidditch cup!

"Alright guys, this is just step one to our path to the quidditch cup!"

We all cheered, and finished up in the locker rooms. I stayed back a bit, the locker room being quiet enough for me to think and not be interrupted. Everything happened so fast, and suddenly I was questioning everything. Oliver wanted me to be saved, so much so that when he knew he couldn't he sent someone else to? Even after we already beat them? If I was hurt, we wouldn't be able to play Hufflepuff, or at least we would have a harder time, then we would lose and Gryffindor would be back in. So why would he do that? I wouldn't be hurt too badly, I wouldn't have died, so why didn't he let me fall?

I just shook off my confusion and grabbed my things, just wanting to distract myself from this whole thing.

I first headed to the library to return a few books I had borrowed a week before. But the moment I walked in, I spotted just the person on my mind. I set the books near Madam Pince and walked over to his table.

"Wood, we need to talk." He didn't even look up from his book, Quidditch Through the Ages.

"So now you wanna talk? Was your whole point in ignoring me to distract me, and be able to get an advantage in quidditch?"

I scoffed loud enough to make Madam Pince lean over and shush me.

"Listen, Wood, I didn't ignore you for Quidditch. I ignored you because you were acting the maggot."

He shook his head and made an angry disgust face.

"I'm not here to discuss your notes, anyway. I'm here to discuss why you didn't let me break my neck."

He looked away from his book, but his eyes only shifted to the table. "I have no idea what you're talking about. I didn't save you, Charles did. Now, don't you have a bowsie to be off to?"

I shook my head and sighed. This was getting to be too much. Does he want to talk to me or not? "I don't care about the party right now. Tell me why you sent your seeker to catch me, because he said you only sent him because you couldn't. Is there something you're planning? Is there a reason you let me catch the snitch instead of letting me fall to my grave?"

He slammed his book shut and stood up. "I get it, you're upset about the notes. I tried apologizing, you didn't except it. Just because I didn't let you fall, doesn't mean I'm plotting something. Maybe I just want to be friends, but now you're treating me like the enemy. How about you make up your mind? Refuse to talk to me, refuse to let me explain, but now that I'm not begging for your forgiveness, you come crawling back. Love the attention, don't ya?" His accent was so thick at this point, and he stormed off, getting angry glares from Madam Pince.

I stood there, completely dumbfounded. Maybe it was a wee bit rude of me, but at the same time, he had been so rude to me. And now suddenly I'm an attention seeker to him? Wrong kind of seeker, buddy.

During History of Magic the following Monday, Wood sat 2 rows behind me, when he usually sat directly behind me. I knew he was upset with me, but I was even more upset with him. And yet, I couldn't get him off my mind. It had never been like this, nothing had bothered me so much. Me and Wood weren't even close, anyway, so what was bothering me so much?

What really distracted me was seeing him in the hallway, and remembering everything. Remembering the day I was taken to the lake by a mysterious person, I thought of Oliver. I was almost positive at this point that it was him. And I had no idea how to feel, or what to do. I felt completely lost without his smirks and constant playful insults about Quidditch.