Drawing Places (Oliver Wood x reader)

Quattour

It was the first Quidditch match of the season, which on its own was always a bubbling day. The first Saturday of November was reserved for a Slytherin vs. Gryffindor match. Oliver had gotten me up unnecessarily early that morning. Just me; apparently, everyone else's sleep mattered on a game day.

At breakfast, the team was already dressed in their Quidditch uniform. Well, the knitted jumper and white riding pants. I had tied my hair up, not that it made a difference with the number of fly-aways I had. It was clear, by the dark circles under my eyes that I hadn't slept well at all, and Alicia and Angelina gave me a soft smile when they noticed.
Oliver was making sure everyone ate something, but when I looked down, his plate was empty. This was a reoccurring theme. However, what was also a reoccurring theme was me, sliding a ham and cheese croissant onto his plate while he was busy fussing over everyone else. Lee snickered when he saw me do this. 
The general chatter of the morning calmed my nerves, for the most part.

"Y/N, did you put this on my plate?" I looked over at Wood. He looked tired.
"No, what would make you think that?" I smiled at him, before taking a sip of my drink. The way he returned my smile told me he knew it was me. 

Before the game started, we all mulled around in the boy's change rooms, waiting to be called out onto the pitch. Oliver had stood up to make one of his speeches, that he always did before a match, and that no one ever listened to. While he gave this speech, I polished my broom, and re-tied my laces, not wanting them to come undone while we were playing. 
"Y/N, can I grab that polish off you?" Angelina asked. I nodded and tossed it across the room. She caught it with ease. When she finished with it, the team lined up, to head out onto the pitch. I squeezed Oliver's shoulder, and in response, he sent me a cool smile. 

I bit my lip in anticipation, as the doors to the pitch opened, and we all took to the air. I flew a few laps around, before falling into formation with the others around the centre circle, about 100 metres in the air. Lee was commentating the match, and I could see him seated in a faculty stand, talking through a microphone. The scoreboard was in front of him. 
I looked down as Madame Hooch walked out onto the pitch. "Now, I want a nice, clean match from all of you!" 

I glanced at the other team, noticing the Slytherin captain, Marcus Flint, a sixth year, had his eyes trained on me. He knew I was planning to make the first move. 
Madame Hooch set loose (in order) the bludgers, and the snitch, giving them thirty seconds to settle in the air, before throwing up the quaffle. Everyone dove for it, Flint punching me in the stomach in the process. I ignored the feeling. Angelina got the quaffle, weaving throughout the Slytherin players, and quickly scoring. Miles Bletchley was a lousy keeper.
Fling got ahold of the quaffle, and Alicia and I tried one of our trained tactics, only for her to get kicked, and for me to get hit with a bludger. He tried to score, but Oliver flicked the quaffle to me with the tail end of his broomstick. I took off, avoiding two of the Slytherin chasers. Weaving through the stands, Alicia and I passed to each other. Once I'd reached the goals, I threw to Angelina, who scored another ten points. I whistled to her, and we rejoined. I narrowly missed another bludger. 

When Oliver blocked a second quaffle, Flint took the bat from a beater, and swung a bludger in his direction, knocking him out. In the time I spent focused on Oliver, I also got hit. I heard the bone snap, and I instantly let go of the broom to grab my arm in surprise. 
"FUCK!" 

When I hit the ground, I heard the "ding" of Slytherin scoring. From there, they began to pick us off, one by one. Biting my lip, and sucking up, I got back on my broom, flying directly towards Flint. 

I stopped before I reached him when I saw Harry thrashing around on his broom. I watched in horror, as he was flipped upside down, almost completely falling off. He held on, his broom continuing to thrash when suddenly, it just stopped. 
"Y/N!" Angelina shouted at me. I turned my head. "Can you play?"
Nodding, I grabbed the broom with my broken arm and got back into the game. Marcus Flint purposely flew on that side of me, with the intent to punch me when he got close enough, but I dived, making him slip out and crash into a Slytherin beater. 
I flew the length of the course, keeping Slytherin away from the two girls, but it didn't end up mattering.
"He's got the snitch!" Lee shouted, from the stands. I stopped and looked for Harry, who was standing on the grass, his broom about fifty meters behind him, holding the snitch out in his palms. He smiled, before holding it up to show us. I clambered off my broom and threw my good arm around him. The rest of the team joined us. Well, everyone but Oliver, who had been carried off the field after his fall. 

~

In the hospital wing, Madame Pomfrey Sat me on a bed, while she prepared a brew to heal my arm. As she worked, I listened to her huff about how I shouldn't have kept moving it. Said it made it worse. 
"It's always the Quiddich players," she groaned, "up here every game for some reason or another."

Leaning my head to the side, I could see past her, to where Oliver was sitting up in the bed next to me, nursing a few bruised ribs and a headache. The whole team was here, standing around the two of us. Even Harry, whom I thought would've disappeared the second he got the chance.

"Y/N, are you pregnant?" Madame Pomfrey asked me.
"Uh, no."
"Are you certain?"
"Yes."
"Ok, I just have to check. Drink this," she said, handing me a metal cup. The liquid inside was dark grey. No doubt, Skele-Grow, mixed with something else. It didn't taste noticeably worse than other things I had tasted before, but it wasn't good. I made a face as I swallowed.
She placed my arm in a sling, and told me I wasn't allowed to bump it while I slept that night. Which also meant, no cats on the bed. Same went for Oliver, who was actually pretty upset by that. He had really come to like having Ramone in his dorm room at night.

In the common room, I let Oliver lay his head in my lap. (I wouldn't normally, but he still had a headache and didn't want to go to bed.)
"Did she really have to ask if you were pregnant?" He looked up at me. "That seems like it's a little intrusive."
"It's precautionary," I answered. "Sometimes the potions and spells can effect a fetus."
"Don't say fetus."
"What? don't like that word?" I teased.
"Not particularly."
I smiled at him, and as if on instinct, started running my fingers through his hair. He didn't seem to mind. Infact, he seemed quite content to just close his eyes and lie there. 

"You should come spend Christmas with me," He mumbled, lazily opening one eye.
"Can't. Family's coming, and mum wants me home."
Oliver readjusted slightly so that he could get a better look at me. "That's ok. I just wanted to ask."
I nodded, continuing to play with his hair.
"You sure you're not pregnant?" He asked, joking around. He put his ear to my stomach, "I think I hear movement."
I laughed at him, "You sure you're not delirious?"
"Positive." He gave me a toothy grin, causing me to roll my eyes and take my hand away from his head. He grabbed it and put it back. "Keep doing it."
"Oh?"
"Its comforting," He explained.

~

"Do you like Oliver?" Percy asked me, two days later, when we were on patrol.
"When are you going to ask Clearwater out?" I reflected. He gave me a look.
"Hogsmeade's next weekend. I was going to do it then." Truth be told, I was not expecting him to tell me, for fear that I'd tell the twins or something. "But really, do you like Oliver?"
"I don't know," I answered truthfully. "He's just Oliver."
"I was just curious. I saw you two after you got back from the hospital wing. Looked like you were flirting."
"Oh," I mumbled. I bit my lip, and looked away. "We were just talking. I think the potion Madame Pomfrey gave him made him a little drowsy."

Percy didn't say much after that. We patrolled in silence for a while, running into two Hufflepuff students making out, but nothing else. We deducted ten points from each of them, and then lead them back to their common room.

Back in our own common room, I found Neville Longbottom asleep Infront of the fire, with his toad in his arms. I bit my lip, before kneeling down to wake him up.
"Hey," I said, softly smiling as he sat up slowly, a little disoriented. "maybe you should sleep in your bed. I heard the beds in the boys' dormatories are much more comfortable than a couch."
He quietly nodded, letting Percy take him back to his room. I smothered the fire a little bit, just letting it smoulder, before I went upstairs to my own bed.