the boys of harry potter imagines.

oliver wood.

"reckon she's come down with some kind of head cold. won't be seeing her for days. madam pomfrey ordered her to stay in this quarantined dorm or something,"
seamus relayed to oliver who was worrying about his poor girlfriend, y/n, who he hadn't seen in days.
"yeah?"
the boy sighed and took a seat for his class,
missing her.
a day without y/n felt like years.
years without hearing her cheerful laughter,
seeing her glistening smile,
feeling her skin against his.
he missed holding her hand and pressing her silk skin to his lips,
the act reassuring her that his love for her was endless.
he longed to feel her lips against his own,
the numbness exploring his body as they'd become laced as one.
his hands would trace the curves of her body,
and her hands would often rest against his sculpted abdomen.

oliver laid his head on the desk,
drowning out the sounds of his professor and replacing it with y/n's words.
"oliver wood, you make me the happiest girl in the world."
he smiled at the thought,
remembering the way he'd caress her cheek with love and watch as she'd blush.
he missed hearing her "i love you's" and most importantly,
missed how safe he felt with her.
without her he felt worried and always on edge,
but every racing thought in his mind was no longer once they came together.
"miss me?"
she'd smile and lay a head on his shoulder.
"more than you'll ever know, my love,"
he'd return and kiss the top of her head.
he missed feeling that serenity.

oliver ran his hands together in frustration,
having gone almost a week without his girl.
"oi,"
he whispered to seamus.
"where's y/n staying again?"
"missing your girlfriend, are you lover boy?"
oliver gave a light hearted laugh,
"so? where is she?"
seamus told the boy the exact location of y/n's stay,
making oliver practically jump with excitement.
***
he tiptoed throughout the dark hallway,
mumbling to himself as he made way to y/n.
he has tried during the daytime and was turned away by madam pomfrey.
she needs her rest! you're going to get sick too!
"like i care,"
oliver scoffed to himself,
"that's my girlfriend. i deserve to be able to see her!"
he got to the door and realized he had no way of opening it.
he knocked on it rhythmically,
hoping she'd hear it.
"oliver?"
the girl spoke nasally from behind the door,
opening it slowly.
she giggled upon seeing him,
"what are you doing here? you're going to get sick."
"let me in, please. y/n, i don't care about getting sick. i need to see you."
y/n hesitantly opened the door and let him in.
instantly,
oliver wrapped his arms around her and sighed a sigh of relief.
"i've missed you."
she shivered as she wrapped her arms around him and held him close.
"i missed you more, love."
"you feeling alright?"
he asked,
looking down at her face that has lessened in color.
"i suppose it could be worse. nasty little head cold."
she shuffled to where the bed laid and made herself comfortable,
oliver following her.
"have you been sleeping?"
"as much as i can. you?"
"hardly. can't sleep without you like i used to."
she smiled and laid a lethargic head on his chest,
feeling the circles he loved to trace on her back.
"you shouldn't have come oliver. you'll be sick before your next quidditch game. and then what will we do?"
her voice was hoarse.
he chuckled,
"you just let me worry about that, yeah?"
"i love you so so much, ollie. it's unreal."
"why's that?"
"just mad, no? that i can love someone this much. more than i love myself!"
"think all that cough medicine might be going to your head, my love."
"what? i can't express my love for you?"
he kissed her cheek softly and relished in their connection,
"of course you can. i love it."
"do you?"
"mhm. just as much as i love you, y/n."
her heavy eyes closed at the sounds of oliver's steady breathing,
the pair resting peacefully for the first night in a week.
***
oliver woke up and looked around him,
the room still dark and sickly.
y/n's body,
significantly lighter than usual,
laid still on top of him and snored.
he chuckled at the sound,
feeling bad for the girl.
oliver laid a hand on the small of her back and readjusted his head on the pillow,
realizing he could get used to this.
this feeling prompted futuristic thoughts in his brain,
further in the future than he had ever thought before. 
oliver smiled proudly to himself as he imagined a newly wedded y/n laying on his chest like she does,
their ring fingers warming their bodies and glistening in the darkest of rooms.
he imagined hearing the small patters of children's footsteps,
their bedroom door bursting open by the hands of a toddler that looked so strikingly like his parents.
he savored the feeling of being called "dad" by a creation of his and y/n's.

"you awake?"
y/n whispered through the soreness in her throat.
"hm? yeah. you okay?"
"yeah. i just...your heart starting beating really fast. worried me for a second."
he laughed and shook his head,
"it's nothing, love. you feeling any better?"
"almost. your classes should begin soon."
"would you be cross with me if i skipped today? and stayed here with you?"
y/n smiled that smile he'd never grow tired of,
and shrugged.
"i suppose that's up to you. although i should warn you, madam pomfrey does visit frequently."
"we'll make something work. they've kept me from you long enough."
"sounding a bit obsessed, wood."
they shared a laugh together and listened as it bounced off the walls of the room.
"cant blame me, y/n, can you? don't know what you've done to me."
the two shared the rest of the day together,
laying together and soaking up the enjoyment they got from one another.
oliver would often have to hurry and hide from madam pomfrey, and y/n was right, she did visit often.
but she was worth all the trouble and hassle in the world,
oliver realized.
he would go through anything to secure her safety.
to make sure she was okay.
"thank you for spending today with me, my love."
"of course. i enjoyed it."
she giggled.
"you're a great care taker."
"in sickness and in health, right?"
"well, we're not married ollie,"
y/n smiled and kissed his chin softly.
"not yet, y/n. not yet."