Harry Potter characters x reader oneshots (COMPLETED) ✔️

Oliver Wood x reader: (fanatics)

Hello, OKAY IM SORRY!!! There are so many Oliver Wood ones now in this book. But I love Oliver and you can't stop me.

Football = soccer if you're American!

Anyways enjoy!!

Oliver is in his second year, and you are in your first!

"What do you mean Amanda?! Quidditch is the best sport in the entire world!"
I argued, as my best-friend says football was.

"(Y/n), football is so amazing!"

"No as good as quidditch!"

"How do you even play the damn thing!?"

"Well, there are seven players; on keeper, two beaters, three chasers, and one seeker. I am a good seeker if I do say so myself. The beaters have bats, and try to knock the bludger to the other team; or even better, knocking of an opponent. Chasers have the quaffle, they try and score in the three raised hoops, and the keeper - therefore, blocks them. And finally, the seeker looks for the golden snitch. It is a small gold ball with wings, catch that before the other team's seeker, and the match is over. The snitch is worth 150 points, and that team usually wins, but sometimes, if the other team is further head that one wins. And finally, putting a quaffle through the opposite goal, is worth 10 points."
I said, impressed with myself.

Oliver's Point Of View

I listened through the thin train walls, hearing two girls talking: about quidditch.

I listened as one explained how you play, and everything!

"Are you alright Wood?"

"She's talking about quidditch!"
I said, obviously.

"Who?"

"The girl in the next carriage..."

"Are you in love Wood?"
He said, jokingly, something seemed to click in my head.

"Oh my Merlin! You are!"
He beamed.

"I'm going to go see who she is-"

"Don't stalk the poor girl too long!"
Percy added.

I walked out of the compartment, and looked into the other: hoping not to be seen.

She was marvelling a golden snitch to her friend, then bit her lip in frustration when her friend asked what ball it was.

She had gorgeous (e/c) eyes, and (h/l) (h/c) hair, and she was wearing a Puddlemere United jersey.

"Anyways! Let's talk about boys!"
Her friend's eyes lit up.

She nodded, and sighed.

"Who do you like?"

"I don't know Amanda, but I've got to say: the boy watching us through the window is pretty cute."
She said, motioning towards me.

I blushed and waved.

She went bright red.

"(Y/n)! Go talk to him!"

"Fine..."
She got up out of her seat, and came out of the carriage.

"Oliver Wood, Gryffindor team quidditch captain."
I smiled.

"(Y/n) (l/n), Puddlemere United fanatic."
She chuckled.

"I couldn't help but noticed your admiration for quidditch?"
I asked, hopefully.

"Admiration? That's an understatement. It's the best game ever, and it takes to much effort to make people see that."
She said.

"You are almost as obsessed with quidditch then I am."
I smirked.

"Almost?"
She challenged.

"I know more about quidditch then you."
I said.

"Confident much? I highly doubt that Oliver."
She smiled.

"Oh really?"

She nodded.

*

We spent the next three hours talking about quidditch, until she eventually fell asleep.

"Night love-"
I smiled, her head was leant against my shoulder.
I picked her forehead, before reading the book I had next to me.