Drawing Places (Oliver Wood x reader)

Tredecim

Breakfast had a certain buzz to it. Not about Oliver and I though. It had been a few weeks, and while nothing official had come of it, I still spent all my time with him. We had both decided not to tell anyone about that night, which also meant we had to keep Percy from telling anyone. That was pretty easy, seeing as we'd already been keeping his secret about Penelope.
But, the buzz over breakfast was about something else. Another student had been attacked. The Hufflepuff from dueling club. Harry was obviously quite anxious to sit down, and as much as I wanted to, I couldn't help but feel a slight bit of discomfort from his presence. I brushed it off, knowing it was ludicrous to think such things. Harry was one of the nicest people I know.
"Y/N, what do you want?" I shook myself out of my haze, and looked at Oliver, who was trying to serve me breakfast.
"Oh, eggs please."
Oliver smiled, before putting two eggs onto my plate. I thanked him quietly.

Looking across, I noticed the silence coming from the Hufflepuff table. I didn't get up though.
Percy took a seat near us, adjusting his glasses, and looking around a little.
"Ginny's really freaked out," he said.
"Yeah, I noticed that." I bit my lip, looking down the length of the table. Ginny was sitting with the other first years. She didn't have any food on her plate.
"Can you talk to her? I tried, but I don't think telling her she's pure-blood helped."
"No, Percy, it probably wouldn't." I felt Oliver put his hand on my back. I sighed, "I'll find some time this week."
Percy nodded, and went back to ignoring the pair of us.

We had Quidditch practice that night. Oliver had finally managed to get us all in the one place for long enough. In the changerooms, he talked about his plans against Ravenclaw in March. I found myself staring at him, almost longingly, as he spoke, something Angelina was quick to notice. She nudged me, flashing a grin.
"-The Ravenclaw Chasers are always top of their game, but they- Angelina, please stop distracting Y/N."
I reddened, letting out a laugh, and bumping my head into Angelina's shoulder.
"Anyway, they don't play like Slytherin. They're much fairer, and being overly rough isn't necessary."
"They're also on slower brooms," I mumbled.
"Yes, thank you. They are on slower brooms."

We ran a few drills, Oliver being extra hard on me. Then again, he made up for it when he got nailed in the side by a bludger.
Once we'd finished our drills, we played a quick game. Well, quick being half an hour because Harry couldn't see the snitch in the dark.

Afterwards, on the walk back to the castle, Oliver slung an arm over my shoulder. He smelt awfully bad, but I was too busy smiling to care.
"I think I'm going to have a bath tonight," I told him, as we walked into the castle.
"That sounds extravagant."
"Yeah, but it's a nice night for it." I looked up at him. We turned up the grand staircase.
"I'll wait in the common room for you."

I made my way to the Prefect bathroom, muttering the password and walking in. The ghost of Moaning Myrtle floated above, her whispy voice uttering out names for me.
"You know what I saw? I saw Oliver Wood in here just the other night." I ignored her. "I quite like him. But I don't think he likes me."
"Mhmm," I mumbled, putting all my things on a bench. I pulled out my ponytail, and slipped out of my uniform. Putting on a robe, I walked over to the bath, and thought over the different potions.
"He's very hairy," Myrtle continued.
"I know." The amount of times I'd seen him topless in the Quidditch changerooms couldn't be counted on just one hand. She giggled.

I started to fill the bath with hot water, steam and bubbles rising with it. I never really used the Prefect bathroom, seeing as I wasn't much of a bath person, but I just felt like it tonight.

After soaking for what felt like several hours, I put my pyjamas on, and went back to the common room. Oliver had scored the seat by the round table, and was drawing up Quidditch strategies on a black piece of parchment.
"Hey," I said, perching myself on the arm rest of his chair.
He looked up at me, taking in my damp hair and baggy t-shirt and shorts. "You look cute."
"Thank you." Oliver had taken a shower, and was now very similarly dressed, wearing a grey shirt and a pair of flannelette pants. "You're equally as striking. Now shove over, so I can sit down."
He chuckled, and grabbed me, planting me in his lap. Very quickly, he wrapped his arms around my waist, and put his head on my shoulder, so he could see the piece of parchment on the table.
"Oliver, that's not what I meant!"
"I know," he said, talking into my shoulder. "There's a Hogsmeade trip next week. I'd like to take you out."
"I think that sounds great."

~

It was almost Christmas break, and as snow began to cascade around the castle, I started wearing thicker coats. The last Hogsmeade trip before we went home had approached almost painfully slowly. Still, I shrugged on my coat, and went to breakfast.
McGonagall was making a list of the students who were staying for Christmas. For example, Harry and the Weasley's, and Draco Malfoy. She got to me, and hovered a moment.
"I received a letter from your mother. She wanted me to make sure you have somewhere safe to go."
I smiled up at the head of house. "Oliver's parents said I could stay with them."
She peered down the length of her nose at the boy next to me, who was currently scarfing down a large piece of bacon. Smiling lightly, she nodded, and walked on to the next person.

Hogsmeade was lit up with Christmas lights, and the smell from lit fires wafted through the air.
Oliver held me close to him as we worked our way through the crowds, and into the Three Broomsticks. The tree glittered in the corner of the room, as music and voices boomed. I found a table near the bathroom, and shrugged off my jacket.
"I'll go get us some Butterbeer, sit down." He kissed my cheek, then stepped away, and up to the bar. I sat down, pulling off my beanie.

Oliver returned with two steaming mugs of Butterbeer, which he placed on the table. "Nice and hot, perfect for a day like today."
"Thank you," I said, bringing one of the large mugs to my lips. 
We stayed in the Three Broomsticks for a while, mostly just talking.

Afterwards, we went to Zonko's and Honeyduke's, making sure to load up before the Christmas holidays.
"I feel like I should get your parents a gift." I said, squeezing past a third year.
"You don't have to do that," Oliver said, picking up a box of toffee.
"But they didn't have to let me stay..." I looked at him, admiring the tufts of brown hair poking out from under his beanie.
He just pulled me closer to him. "They're very happy that you're joining us. And so are my sister's."
Oliver's family consisted of him, his three older sisters and both parents. He was the youngest. All his sister's had left school by now. Two of them still lived at home, and they all held ministry jobs. They apparated to London every day.

"Do your sister's baby you?" I asked, as we stepped out into the cold street. Oliver handed me a toffee.
"Yep," he laughed, looking up, as if in thought. "I'm 'precious little Oli'."
I giggled, "baby Oli!"
"Shut it," he said, poking me in the side. I laughed, grabbing at his hands. "Oh, are you ticklish?"
"None of your business."
He snaked his hands under my coat, prodding at my sides. "Sounds like something someone who's ticklish would say!"
Grinning mercilessly, I held his arms back. Well, tired to. He was greatly stronger than me, and much bigger. 
He smiled at me, "I really like you."
"Yeah," I huffed, "I like you too."