Harry Potter Characters X Reader

15: Deal

TW: clear. Rating: lead up to the forbidden dance.

I woke up with a jolt, and memories that never happened flooded into my head, choking me, overwhelming me, crushing me.

I stared down Oliver Wood on the quidditch pitch, quaffle in hand. He smirked, sure my skill could never match his. A quick smile flashed on my face as I flew to the left hoop. He turned towards me but didn't follow. That's what we figured he'd do. It was enough of a window. I turned sharp and faked throwing to the hoop but suddenly shifted my body, positioning to pass. The quaffle sailed through the right hoop, and I gave Wood a cheeky smile. He rolled his eyes, probably yelling internally as he knit his brows in concentration.

"Nice game, Wood," I muttered in the hall, shoving past him.

He snickered and jogged to catch up. "Don't be so grumpy. You're good. We're just a little better," he teased.

I rolled my eyes and shoved him again.

He laughed and shoved me back so lightly it was more like a caress of my shoulder.

"We'll get you next year. And that's a promise."

"Sure," he replied, shoving me lightly before disappearing inside a classroom.

I looked over to Wood, who was pouting and scratching his quill against his parchment without any ink. I sighed and sat beside him, waving off Ashley. "Why're you beating yourself up?" I asked.

"I'm not," he muttered.

"Hmm," I considered. "You are. Why? It was a really good, really close game."

He nodded in agreement and put his head down. I sighed and put a hand on his back. He closed his eyes and turned away from me. I rubbed his back slightly. "We should talk later," I whispered as the room filled.

I gathered my stuff back up to move when he lifted his head slightly and said, "You can stay if you want."

With a smile, I settled into the chair and took my stuff out. As the professor started class, I felt a hand rest on my leg, palm up. My hand found his silently. His thumb ran across my hand distractedly.

I sat up sleepily and pulled out my wand. "Tempus," I murmured and my wand spun in my fingers, pointing first to my lower right. Five. It moved to point slightly over left. Fifty-four. I decided to get up, sure I wouldn't fall back asleep. Today was quidditch tryouts. This would be my one shot to get on the team.

I flung quaffle after quaffle into the hoops, determined to make the team. I knew quidditch like the back of my hand. Every team's strategies were etched in my mind. I knew the ins and outs of every position, through and through. I was a master of the sport, no doubt about it. No one was surprised when I got the spot.

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I swooped under one of the Weasley twins and then Katie Bell. I found myself at the left hoop and the quaffle suddenly in hand. One quick movement and we had ten more points. Oliver Wood's eyes found me, and I saw anger and resentment. I smiled with tight lips and shrugged before following my fellows.

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I glanced over to Wood in DADA. His eyes met mine, and we both looked away then back to each other. I looked down with a nervous smile, blushing. I looked back over, seeing him looking down with a little smile. I bit my lip and looked back at my essay.

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Third Person [Oliver Wood] POV

He looked over to her. She seemed nervous, fidgeting and darting her eyes around. Class ended, and he gathered his things. "Hey Wood?" she asked. She was talking to him? Why? What? What's going on? Did she notice him? Like that time last year? "You guys have the quidditch pitch tonight, don't ya?"