Drawing Places (Oliver Wood x reader)

Septendecem

"Sixth-year exams are not as hard as the O.W.Ls or the N.E.W.Ts, however, they are designed to make sure that you're on the correct track when it comes to your education." Professor McGonagall walked the room, handing out exam timetables as she went. She got to me and Oliver, and sighed, flicking all the way through her stack to 'W' for Wood. "Each exam will go for an hour and a half, and consist of this year's syllabus only. For example, Transfiguration will have a section on conjuration, and another on adaptation. Any questions?"
I raised my hand, and McGonagall waved in my direction. "You didn't give me my timetable." 
"I need to speak to you about a few things. I will give it to you after this lesson." 
Oliver and I exchanged a glance but didn't say anything. 

The rest of the lesson consisted of revision, meaning that Oliver and I could work together. I thought back to the night where I taught him Avis. Biting my lip to contain my grin, I leant forward to look over his notes. 
"What are you smiling about?" he asked, able to tell that there was something on my mind.
"Bird conjuring spell," I answered, very simply. He didn't get what that was supposed to mean. I reminded him about the walk back from the library and watched as his cheeks tinge pink and he looked away. 
"That was a while ago, huh?"
"Yeah, it was." 

We went back to textbook work for the remainder of the lesson. Oliver had forgotten large chunks of the syllabus, to the point that I really needed more than one lesson to catch him up. With Quidditch postponed indefinitely, we had every night free. Which meant, hanging around in either my dorm or his, and cramming. 

After the lesson ended, Oliver grabbed my books for me and told me he would wait outside. McGonagall was collecting loose papers off the ground, and finding the silence awkward, I began to help her. After everything had been put back, she sat down at her desk and looked up to address me. 
"Could you create a list of all the Gryffindor students that have been behaving oddly as of late?" she asked me.
I nodded. "Of course. When would you want it by?"
"By Wednesday afternoon."  I nodded again. She opened a drawer and handed me my exam timetable. "Thank you. And make sure Mr Wood is studying."

"Hey!" Oliver cheered, as I stepped out. He grabbed my timetable out of my hands and began to read it. "What did she want?"
I repeated our conversation to him as we walked to lunch, grabbing his arm to stop him from walking into a pillar while he paid more attention to my timetable than the path in front of him. 
We eventually got back into the Great Hall, where people were already eating. I took a seat next to Michelle, who waved at Oliver, as he also sat down. 
"Package arrived for you," she said, handing me a small parcel. I handed it off to Oliver, already knowing that it contained a tape from my dad and Oliver was really starting to get into my music, so I had written to my dad asking if he could make up a mix just for Oliver. He had said that when he had some time off work, he would. I'm guessing he'd finally found the time.

I took off my cardigan and stated eat lunch. It was pleasantly warm outside, so it was honestly a test of willpower that I had even had it on as long as I had. Oliver handed me back the tape and I noticed that it had 'O.W 1993' written in marker on it. I smiled and placed it with my cardigan. 
"So, can we study in my dorm first? I feel like I'll be too distracted in yours..." 
"That's fine," I said, loading up my fork with spaghetti. 
"Hey, have you seen Ramone lately?" Oliver asked Michelle. She shrugged. Granted, that cat spent a majority of its time being nowhere near me, but it was still weird to have not heard a story of him showing up somewhere uninvited.
"I'm sure he'll turn up," Michelle said, before going back to what she was doing.

That night, Oliver pushed me into his dorm. The first thing I noticed was that only two beds were made. The other three were in messy heaps, with clothes strewn everywhere and posters half falling off the brickwork.
"Sorry," Oliver said, undoing his tie, and sitting on one of the made beds. "I asked them to tidy up, but I didn't wanna say it was for you, and they just ignored me."
"It's fine." I put my books on the bedside table and sat next to him. "I am going to open a window, though."
He got reached over me to open the closest himself, smiling as he sat back down. "Better?"
"Sure."He frowned but didn't do anything. "Anyway," I said, grabbing my history book. "Let's start with my favourite."