Seeker (Harry Potter Characters X Reader)

Oliver Wood

Requested by: Musicgirl1273

"Malfoy! Go! Stop drooling over Potter and whip your bloody ass on that broom!" Y/n screams at the youngest member of her quidditch team. Some would say she's too harsh, but if being a bitch means winning, Y/n was willing to take that risk.

Y/n dives under one of the opponent Chasers and flies upside down underneath them. She shoots out in front of them and snatches the quaffel from them. She flies overhead to the Gryffindor goal posts. "Olie! Heads up! L/n coming this way!" Fred shouts at Oliver. Y/n smirks and dodge the twins flying at her.

Y/n throws the quaffel and Oliver seems to obviously dodge. He doesn't seem to even be putting up a fight. It's the last game of the season, their last game as captains of their house quidditch teams.

"Nice shot L/n!" Oliver says, and Y/n almost caps off of her broom in shock.

"Shove off Wood," she says, and flies back to her team mates.

"Draco Malfoy catches the snitch!" Lee says, sounding shocked. Y/n hovers mid flight. That's never happened before. Malfoy's kind of useless as a Seeker as soon as they play against Gryffindor. Potter was banned from playing by Umbridge, so maybe that's what gave Draco the push to play.

Y/n and the Slytherin team celebrate in the air, and land in a crowd of happy Slytherin students. The swarm starts carrying them to the Slytherin Common Room, but Y/n ducks under their arms. She's never been one for parties.

Y/n makes her way to the changing rooms.

"Good game Y/n," Oliver said, a smile on his face. Y/n raised an eyebrow. "When did we get in a first name basis, Wood?" Y/n asked.

"Well, quidditch at Hogwarts is done, Y/n. And we only took to having a last name basis because of our rivalry we had since second year. On the pitch and everywhere else," Oliver said, rolling his eyes.

"Wood-"

"Call me Oliver," Oliver corrects.

Y/n blushes, but hopes she can mask it as post match glow.

Y/n sticks out her hand. "Well, it was a good game, Oliver. Thank you for the years of quidditch," Y/n said with a small smile. Oliver looks down at her hand.

"Yeah, I don't like the way you said that," he said, setting his broom down.

"Pardon?" Y/n asked, thinking over her words again.

"Y/n, my dearest Y/n, you said that like it's a goodbye. And you're still going to be seeing much more of me," Oliver grins.

"Is that so?" Y/n asked, and Oliver stepped closer to her, smirking.

"Well, that's if you agree to go out with me," Oliver stated, and Y/n's eyebrows furrowed.

"Are you asking me out just because the season is over?"

"No, Y/n. I finally met my match. I don't want a woman who rolls over and plays dead at the first sign of conflict. I want a strong independent woman, who doesn't need me, for anything. Who can think for herself. You're funny and you love quidditch. I want to get to know you, even better," Oliver said, taking Y/n's hand.

Y/n starts to smirk.

"Make it worth my while Wood, cause like you said, I don't actually need you," Y/n said, causing Oliver to smile.

"So it's a yes then?"

"For now."