Oliver wood imagine's

The Bet part: 1

Oliver's Pov:
Another fun party at the Gryffindor house it's a great way to start off a new year at Hogwarts. The first and second years usually don't join us but we let the third years and up party.

"Hey Wood, you know y/l/n?" Fred and George say, approaching me.

"Of course I do what about her?" I asked knowing they were up to something.

"Well, word is she is super hard to get, and Fred and I want to make a bet with you to see if you, being one of the most popular Griffyndors, can get her to go out with you," George explains.

"Why do you wanna make a bet?" I asked, confused.

"Are you dumb wood?" Fred ask

"Blind?" George adds

"Y/l/n is the prettiest girl in the Gryffindor house and one of the topmost beautiful girls at Hogwarts but she is also super hard to get which makes this even more interesting" Fred explains with a devious smile on both their faces.

"What's in it for the winner?" I asked, suddenly more intrigued.

They both look at each other, smiling, seeing as I'm pretty much on board.

"The losers have to do anything the winner wants for a whole month," Fred says

"Anything," George adds.

"Okay, how long do we get to finish this bet?"  I asked

"Last day of school," George says

"Okay, it's a bet," I say on board. We all shake hands

"Speaking of, there she is now," George says, pointing at her 

I turned around to face her, and when I looked back at the boys, they were gone. I looked around, and then I saw them, of course, already talking to Y/n. I rolled my eyes and got mad watching them make her laugh not to mention they were not going to make a winning easy. I need to win this bet because Fred and George will not be easy on me.

The next day, I woke up and made sure that I talked to her when I walked out of my dorm. People were already heading to breakfast, so I waited until I saw Y/n, then caught up with her and walked with her to breakfast.

"Y/n! Hey there," I called out, striding confidently next to her. She jumped slightly, a look of surprise flashing across her face. 

"Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you," I said with a light-hearted laugh, trying to ease the moment.

"Oh, it's no worries at all," she replied, her voice warm and reassuring. A small laugh escaped her lips.

I took a moment, the weight of my words settling in. "So... how are you?" I asked, my voice almost hesitant. I couldn't shake the feeling that I sounded dull and uninteresting, and I worried that she might think I was being a bit creepy.

"Oh, um, I'm good, thanks..." she replies, a hint of uncertainty in her voice as she glances around as if assessing the situation. "Uhm, how are you?" 

"That's great to hear! I'm doing well too... Listen, I hope this doesn't come off as strange," I say, trying to calm the fluttering in my stomach. "I've noticed you around school for the past four years, and I thought it'd be nice to reach out and talk to you because you seem really cool." My words come out a bit rushed, revealing my nervousness as I worry about making a good impression despite feeling like I might have already missed the mark.

"Oh, okay! Well, thank you," she replied, her eyes sparkling with admiration. "I mean, you're probably way cooler than I am—after all, you're the captain of the Quidditch team, the star player who often leads your teammates to victory." Her voice carried a tone of genuine respect, making me feel like I was being honored like a celebrity. A warm feeling spread through me, filling me with hope. Perhaps she doesn't see me as negatively as I'd feared; maybe, just maybe, I actually have a chance at winning her favor.