Golden Trio Era one shots [x Reader] + gifs

Your time [Oliver x Reader]

Title: Your time

Pairing: Oliver Wood x Female!Reader

Word count: 1.5k

Published: 8 September, 2020

Author: Heloise Daphne Brightmore

Notes: I know I am supposed to be doing the blurbs, but my Uni assignment is stressing me out, so I am struggling to write throughout this weekend. I wrote this Oliver fic as a stress reliever at 3am last night, but I promise I will get the requests done, just please bear with me.

Added note: "Leannan" means darling, love, beloved, sweetheart - it's translated from Scottish Gaelic.

Warning: Angst and Fluff

Oliver sat in the Gryffindor common room, holding onto some of the magically enchanted photos he treasured so dearly. He watched as you smiled at him, hinting a soft kiss on his cheek, making him blush furiously.

You weren't together back then. You were just friends. He was trying to convey his feeling for you, but he always chickened out. However you got the courage and asked him out on a date instead. He was beyond shocked at the turn of events, but happier than he ever felt. Even happier than playing quidditch, which was an enormous statement from him.

He held onto another picture. Your arms were wrapped around his torso from behind, your chin strained on his shoulder as you stood on your tiptoes, trying to fit into the photo without his body completely covering you. Oliver watched himself, his head thrown back in a laughter, your eyes fixed on his happy expression.

It was painful to watch the photos, remembering all the beautiful moments you have experienced together. He took out a muggle lighter from the pocket of his trousers and held it under the pile of photos. He wanted to burn it all, he wanted to forget about you. You were all he could think about and he hated it. He knew you didn't want him anymore and it hurt him like hell.

He tried to light the lighter, but he couldn't get himself to burn the pictures. Not when your loving gaze was looking at him with so much adoration. He felt as if burning the photos meant, he completely lost you and he wasn't ready for it. Not yet.

He sat in front of the fireplace, his eyes fixed on the photos, debating how to piece his heart back into a whole again. He wasn't sure he could ever do it. You took a piece with you and he didn't even want to get it back. He belonged to you and if he could, he would have brought down the stars for you just to believe in him again.

"Oliver?" Fred crouched down beside him, placing a hand on his shoulder.

"You need to talk to her." George joined from the other side. Oliver let out a bitter scoff, shaking his head.

"What good would it do?" He asked, his eyes now fixed on the hot flames moving about abruptly in the fireplace.

"She loves you. It was a spur of the moment decision." George spoke, trying to reassure his friend, but Oliver didn't want to hope anymore. He didn't want to feel anymore. He didn't want to exist, if you weren't beside him. He felt like a stupid teenager, so he was, but it didn't make his feelings any less real.