Oliver Wood - one shots and imagines

Time

You run excitedly into the Gryffindor common room, racing over to your boyfriend and pecking him on the cheek.

"Hey." You greet, sitting down in the chair next to him.

"Hi." He says, not looking up from the papers in front of you. It takes you a second but you notice the other teens crowded around him, looking down at the same papers in concentration.

"What're you lot up to?" You ask, playing with his hair with one hand.

"Wood is working on a new Quidditch play." One of the twins says enthusiastically. The others nod eagerly, turning their attention back to the papers.

"Oh... well, are you coming on the Hogsmeade trip later this week?" You ask, looking at your boyfriend with your head tilted to reach the level of his.

"I might. It depends how this play works out." He murmurs, his quill flying across the paper in concentration.

"Okayyy... then maybe you'll sit with me at dinner tonight?" You ask hopefully, wrapping your arms around him, giving him a hug from the back.

"I have a lot of homework to catch up on, I was planning on just eating small and coming back here early to work." He says with a frown, finally looking up at you in an apologetic way you dread seeing.

"I can help!" You offer, desperately trying to find a time in the both of your busy schedules for each other.

"Y/n darling, I would love to spend some time with you. But you and I both know I'd get nothing done as long as you're near." He points out, making you smile a little against your will.

"That's true." You pout. "Okay. We'll figure this out. I promise." You swear, sitting back down and reaching over to touch his hand supportively.

To some, it was a wonder the two of you were still together with the lack of quality time you had together. To the both of you, you were inseparable at heart, even if it wasn't physically. Still, you couldn't help but feel the absence of his presence when he was busy.

He smiles up at you gratefully, scooting closer to you and giving you a kiss on the lips, holding you in his arms for a long and sweet moment, ignoring the hollering of the quidditch team around him.

"Yeah yeah, alright." You call with a laugh, waiting for them to settle down. "Now back to work, all of you." You order jokingly, standing back up and pecking Oliver on the forehead before walking off to think of the best way to spend time with him.

--- Time skip ---

"Y/N, are you sure about this?" Oliver asks warily as he lugged the trunk of quidditch balls onto the field.

"Yes Wood I'm quite sure." You respond, hands on your hips.

He sighs with a small smile, pulling open the lid to reveal the equipment.

"Okay so remind me again which ball is which?" You ask hopefully. He laughs slightly, having explained it to you many times while watching matches but not overly upset about going over the game again.

"This here is the quaffle. It's the one the chasers use to make the goals into those hoops." He explains as he pulls out the scarlet leather ball and points at the three hoops off in the distance.

You roll your eyes, laughing a little. 

"I know that much already." You giggle and he looks up at you with a grin.

"Well you did ask me to explain which is which." He argues and you nod in agreement.

"The bludgers are the nastier ones, you might need the bat." He continues, offering you the stick. You take it, quickly smacking one of the balls off into the air when it comes at you.