Harry Potter characters x reader oneshots (COMPLETED) ✔️

Oliver Wood x reader: (jealousy...)

It was the Yule Ball, and I had been asked by Oliver Wood. I walked into the common room, my hair done up in a bun, and bewitched, red, and yellow butterflies, flitting around it.

I had a gorgeous red dress on, I was originally going to wear a green one, but when Oliver asked me, I didn't think the colour of his rivals would work very well. It had flakes of gold, scattered around the shin-length, gorgeous dress.

My makeup, matched my attire, red in the corner, and finishing with a gold flick. Red lipstick, and eyeliner.

"Perfect!"
Hermione announced as she stepped back, so I could look in the mirror.

"You look gorgeous (y/n)!" Lavender commented, awestruck about my dress.

"I - I - wow... thank you for your help!"
I turned to the two, 'Mione had done my makeup, while Lav' did my hair.

The smiled, I looked at Hermione, in her frilly pink dress, and Lavender, in her knee-length purple one.

"You both look so gorgeous!"
I stated, a quite obvious fact.

They thanked me in unison.

Lav was going with Seamus Finnigan, and Mione, going with Viktor Krum!

"Your dates are going to be all over you!"
I raised my eyebrows suggestively at them, they chuckled and rolled tied eyes playfully.

We could hear Fred and George teasing Oliver in the common room, we caught a few words;

"Smart!

Pretty boy!

Captains got a girl!

Tell us, do you love her more than quidditch?"

We giggled.

"Honestly."
I said, after hearing the last one.

"Okay, are you ready?"
Lav asked excitedly. I looked in the mirror again, and sighed.

"As I'll ever be! Mione?"
She nodded. They pushed my towards the door, and I started making my way downstairs.

Fred and George shut up, Oliver looked confused, then looked towards me.

"Holy mother-fucking shit!"
He muttered, in his cute Scottish accent.

"You look gorgeous..."

"You don't scrub up too badly yourself either!"
I said, jokingly, eyeing him. But he did look really hot.

I took his arm, and we went down to the great hall, awaiting the entry of the champions.

They came, and had their first dance, and then others joined, me and Oliver included.

After a while, he slipped away quickly to talk to Fred and George, who were constantly teasing him.

"Hey (y/n)!"
Cedric said, offering a drink, which I kindly declined.

"Want to dance?"

"No thank you, I'm here with Oliver."
I smiled.
He looked shocked.

"What? I'm not swooning over you, get over it."
I spoke through gritted teeth, angry at him now, and it was increasing rapidly.

He stepped closer.

"Come on, just one dance?"
He inched closer once more.

"No. Thank. You. Cedric."
I said, pushing him away, and going to find Wood.

Oliver saw all of this though, the flirting, the backlash he got.

"Hey Ollie!"
I smiled sweetly.

"Hi."

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing. Just go be with pretty-boy Diggory."

"Oh, sweetheart, that slimy git? No."
I said, chuckling, but he wasn't laughing.

"How about you make it up to be?"
He said smirking.

"And how would I go about doing that Mr Wood?"

He took my hand, and lead me out of the great hall, back to his dorm, where of which I was pinned against the door.