Harry Potter characters x reader oneshots (COMPLETED) ✔️

Oliver Wood x reader: (lets go for a fly)

I was a Ravenclaw, top of my year. So as you can imagine, I take exams very seriously. Today was a Saturday, and me being me, saw this as a chance to study more.

I look at myself in the the mirror, and let out a snort of laughter, seeing myself. I get up and fix the bush I somehow call hair, and straighten it, putting it into separate plaits. I marvel my figure; I'm not the slimmest of people, I'm more on the 'tall and chubby' side. I didn't care though, I liked it. I picked out an outfit, a green crop-top, mom jeans, converse and a white cardigan. I smiled, and grabbed my text books, heading off to the library. I peered down at my watch, which proudly showed me its time. Five, forty three in the morning, I sighed in defeat, I should have been up almost an hour ago.

I soon arrived at the large library doors, them opening happily. Even though I was pureblood, I would never get used to the amount if enchantments they use here.

I perched myself in my usual corner, and began writing metres upon metres of parchment, on the functions of Gillyweed for Herbology, Amormentia for Potions, an essay based off of the book; 'How to read a stars story' for Astrology, simple wandless magic for Transfigurations, Boggarts for Defence Against The Dark Arts, how muggles use electricity for Muggle Studdies, and finally: how a sorcerer won a duel with out a wand, against a skilled opponent who was fully equipped.

I checked my watch as I finished muggle studdies, ten twenty-seven. I had missed breakfast, but oh well. What can you do?

I soon began writing my final revision paper.

'Based off of the childhood of Edwain Fredingo, we can see that he was a skilled wandless wizard. He showed signs of an above average intelligence level at a young age, and managing to beat his professor in a scheduled duel. His opponent, know in the past as one of the first contestants of the 1087 'Wizolympics', Gregory Randaliskis proved to be extremely skilled and equipped in the latter, making us understand that-"

I wrote, hearing someone sit next to me, I didn't bother to check who it was, I had this paragraph in my head, I just had to get it onto paper.

That person began poking my cheek.

Then shoving my arm.

Then pulling my hair.

Then, they had the audacity to take my quill.

"HEY!?"
I whisper-shouted, keeping the fact that this was a library loud and clear the in the back of my mind. It turned out that it was Oliver Wood; my boyfriend.

"Babe-"
he whined.

"You weren't at breakfast."
He continued. I nodded quickly, trying to grab my quill back. I eventually gave up, and just got another one out of my bag.

"Come on, it's boring!"

"What's boring Ollie?"
He huffed.

"You doing all of your homework right now!"

"Why don't you go and practise you Quidditch thingy while I'm doing this?"
He shook his head, and grabbed my hand, pulling me out of the library.

"My assignments!-"

"We'll get them later love!"
He brought me on to the Quidditch pitch and made me get on the back of his broom.

"Let's go for a fly!"