Oliver wood imagine's

Drunk In Love

On a lively Saturday night, the streets of Hogsmeade were alive with laughter and music as you enjoyed time with your friends. The warm glow from the lanterns illuminated your cheerful faces, and the heady effects of a few too many drinks made you feel carefree and adventurous. You stumbled onto the dance floor, your body moving enthusiastically to the upbeat tunes, surrounded by your friends who were equally caught up in the moment. Suddenly, the door swung open, and Oliver Wood walked in, instantly catching your attention and adding to the vibrant energy of the night.

"Look, y/n/n, who just walked in?" one of your friends exclaimed, playfully nudging you in the ribs with a teasing smile and gesturing toward Oliver across the room. Your heart skipped a beat as your eyes met his, a warm rush of excitement washing over you. You weaved through the crowd, your pulse racing as you approached him.

"Oliver Wood! I can't believe you're here tonight!" you announced, your voice bubbling with exhilaration as the alcohol coursed through your veins, making you feel both bold and carefree.

"Hey there! Yeah, um, I didn't really have any plans, and when I heard about this party night, I thought I'd come check it out," he said, his gaze playfully assessing your tipsy state. A smirk danced on his lips, clearly entertained by your cheerful demeanor.

"Well, this is fantastic! I'm so glad you made it!" you exclaimed, a bright grin spreading across your face as you realized how much happier the night was with him around. "at least, there is one hot guy here to dance with. Come on, get a drink with me." you said, tugging his arm to the bartender.

"You seem like you've already had a few drinks," he says, laughing at your unbalanced, wobbly walk.

"Oh yeah, just a few... I need a refill and make that two one for him," You answer Oliver, then turning to the bartender.

"So are you here with anyone?" Oliver asks

"Oh, there were just some friends dancing over there, but they pointed me in your direction. I definitely had to come over and talk to a super hot guy like you before any other girl did," you say, leaning in close to him.

The bartender came back with your drinks

"Oh, Oliver, this is my new friend Jack," you say, pointing to the bartender leaning against the bar table.

"It's Jason" The bartender corrects me.

"See, we are besties finishing each other sentences," You say 

Oliver laughs, looking down at the ground and then up, shaking his head.

"So why did you really come here? Hmm? To see me? It's because you like me, right? You're totally into me," you continue.

"No, I aha, I'm not into you, y/n," He says awkwardly, laughing at how drunk you are. You never act this way.

"You hear that Jake, he's into me," You say, turning to the bartender whose name you got wrong yet again.

"It's Jason" He corrects you again.

Oliver's  laugh gets bigger

"Y/n, I think it's time to go back to your room," Oliver says softly, his brow lifts with entertainment as he looks at you in your drunken state. He gently takes the half-empty drink from your hand, placing both glasses on the table with a delicate clatter. As he turns to you, his warm eyes meet yours, radiating a mix of affection and protectiveness. He leans closer and playfully nudges you forward, guiding you toward the door while his hand rests reassuringly on your back. 

"What, you just got here?" You say in slight disappointment.

"I've been here long enough to know it's too noisy and crowded—like a party full of people who can't dance," he quips, finally reaching the door and looking back at you with a mock-serious expression.  

"Oh, I see! You're looking for a private escape, right? Got it," you reply, giving him a playful wink.  

"Nooo, I'm taking you to bed," he says, his bright smile stretching wide enough to be contagious.  

"Oh, wow! You're really jumping right into the deep end, aren't you? I mean, I didn't expect things to escalate this fast but—" you begin, only to be hilariously cut off.

"No, y/n. I'm dropping you off to your room, where I will leave you to go to bed ALONE while I go back to MY OWN room. We will be in SEPARATE beds," Oliver says, trying to explain very clearly.

"We will see about that," You say with a devilish smile. A few steps later, you trip and stumble into some trash cans, knocking about three of them over and falling on the ground. Oliver quickly helps you up, laughing a little

"Oh shit, how'd that happen?" You say, struggling to get back up

"Are you okay?" Oliver asks still laughing a little your smiling too.

"Yeah, those trash cans came outta nowhere. It's a funny place to put trash bins," you say, not walking that straight, but Oliver is holding onto you this time.

"Haha, you mean they're on the curb where the trash worker's come to empty the trash?" he says kind of sarcastically.

"Is that why they are there? Wow, look at you, so smart. Maybe you should be the new professor." You both look at each other while walking still.

"Oh yeah, I bet I would be great at teaching kids all about how emptying trash cans works," He says joking.

you both laugh and make your way back to your room door

"Look your room. You made it with only a few bruises and scrapes," He says, laughing as you both approach your door.

"It appears so well, then I guess this is goodnight," You say

"Yeah, it is good-" Right before he can finish, you kiss him, and at first, he doesn't kiss back as he is unsure and in shock at what is happening, but then after a few quick seconds, he kisses you back, wrapping his arms around you. After a few moments, you pull apart and you fall onto your bed tired.

A smile grows on both of your faces

"I knew you were into me," You say smiling you both start laughing.

"Busted," He says

"Goodnight," You say turning around to open your door.

"Night," He says blushing as watching you walk in.