the boys of harry potter imagines.

oliver wood.

"what do you think you'll do after hogwarts?"
y/n asked as she laid next to oliver.
he continued to stare at the sky above them with an answer,
"play professional quidditch, of course."
y/n laughed and nodded her head,
expecting the reply.
"i can't wait to see it."
oliver turned his head to face her and smiled,
linking his hand with hers.
"what about you?"
"i...don't know, actually."
she exhaled,
feeling the sudden stress weigh her down.
oliver was quick to notice her change in tone,
"don't stress about it too much now. we've got years left!"
he kissed the back of her hand in reminder of his love.
"do you think we'll stay together when we leave here?"
oliver tried to imagine a future without y/n,
but the pictures seemed dull in his mind.
leaving him to believe the actual reality of it would only become unbearably mundane.
"of course."
he could see an older version of himself with a slightly matured y/n,
their house big and lively.
y/n had always been one for interior decorating.
they'd travel millions of miles together on vacation,
and maybe...
just maybe,
she'd bear a creation of their own.
it would mostly resemble his goddess of a mother because oliver felt his attributes were too simple.

he was drawn back down to earth as y/n laid her head on his chest,
kissing the base of his throat.
"my heart forever remains in your possession, y/n."

the memory was like a smack in the face.
i rubbed my eyes of the sleep, or lack thereof,
and climbed out of the overly large bed.
the tiny apartment was comfortable and sweet but missing the most important part.
though it had been years since i last saw oliver,
my heart still fluttered at the mention of his name.
which was often,
now that he played keeper for puddlemere united.
sometimes i felt obsessive trying to cling on to memories that were only just memories.
but i couldn't let it go.
i couldn't let him go.
oliver and i had both agreed that the traveling and the distance would become too much.
and we were both set on different career paths.
it was the right thing to do,
right?
the contrast had put a damper on our once blossoming relationship that was nothing short of euphoric.
when oliver and i talked of the future,
we always had each other.
but now here we were,
miles apart and none of our future goals accomplished.
well,
our goals.
oliver and i were doing considerably well and succeeding in our own individual lives.
but it was bittersweet.
i knew that if oliver were here,
i'd be happier.
but i had to accept it for what it was.
oliver was gone,
even if he still held my heart as it were his own.

i walked through the grocery store and made a mental list of what i would prepare for dinner in the next few days.
i only cooked for one,
so i never spent too much on groceries unless i splurged on snacks.
i listened to the radio that oozed through the store,
until the channel changed and brightened everyone's mood.
"...and puddlemere united's keeper, oliver wood, will be there too!"
i laughed bitterly to myself,
realizing just how cruel the universe could be.
i rushed to leave the grocery store and searched for my car in the lot,
feeling the anger and terror shoot through me at the sight of my now totaled car.
"the hell?!"
i yelled,
gasping in horror at the sight of bent metal.
the car that crashed remained in place without a dent,
though there was nobody around to claim the damage to my car.
panic settled within me.
"i'm so sorry!"
the voice called out from behind me.
my eyes remained on the crushed front of my car,
"what happened?!"
i asked and turned to face the cruel fate of the world.
oliver wood.
"blimey....y/n?"
i stood frozen in shock at his matured facial features.
he had grown so much since our last years of knowing one another.
i never pictured him this chiseled and somehow even more attractive.
"i'm sorry about the car. i wish i could explain what happened but...i don't know, exactly."
"it's...fine."
"you look amazing, y/n."
i could feel myself coiling into the teenage era i once lived,
where i smiled sheepishly and blushed at his compliments.
"thank you. you-you too."
"you feeling okay? you're swaying like you used to do when you forgot about a test."
i laughed loosely and watched him follow my lead.
"seems like forever ago, doesn't it?"
"yeah,"
his voice grew soft as he nodded in agreement.
i swallowed hard,
"well uh.."
"oh! i called a tow truck. should be here soon. can i give you a ride home?"
"is your car...okay?"
he nodded and laughed dryly.
he was right.
while my car was bent all to hell and beyond recognition,
his remained perfectly still.
no dents,
no scratches,
not even a chip of paint.
"guess it pays off being a famous quidditch player,"
i muttered bitterly.
but i let go of the hostility.
there was no reason to continue on with it anymore. after all,
our breakup was mutual.
and forever ago!
i climbed into his car rather reluctantly,
but settled into the smooth leather of his car.
the groceries laid still in the backseat,
leaving us with the silence.
but this silence was different than the one i was used to with oliver.
i began to remember a silent day i spent with oliver in the meadow of spring,
the silence warming us.
until the bee landed on his shoulder and stung him,
sending him in very dramatic moans of pain.
i giggled at the memory and felt his eyes fall on me for a second,
"what's funny?"
he asked with an amusing smile.
"i was just thinking about that day in the meadow when you got stung by a bee."
he laughed that laugh i had replayed in my mind for years then felt my body relax once i realized it was no longer a memory.
he was here.
"that was an interesting day. that was our...?"
"four year anniversary,"
i answered for him with a small smile.
"that's right. that was a big one. gave you that ring then, too,"
his eyes flickered to my hand where the ring he gifted me continued to lay,
making me quick to try and hide it.
but i knew it had been too late and he knew i still wore it proudly.
"still looks nice on you. i always adored that color on you."
i turned my head to look out the window and felt my body engulf itself in heat.
how embarrassing.
the car stopped in front of my apartment but neither of us made a move.
"i'll..call you about your car soon."
i nodded,
"okay."
"can i help you bring in those groceries?"
i agreed and allowed his help,
suddenly feeling self conscious of the tiny apartment i lived in.
he remained in my living room for a moment longer,
looking around at the pictures that laid on my shelves until he eyed the only one laying face down.
he picked it up before i could object and stared down at the photograph.
oliver and i twirled around with bright smiles plastered on our faces,
enjoying the dance around us.
it was a beautiful picture.
it had always been my favorite of us.
his expression looked pained.
but it wasn't until he spoke that i heard just how hurt he was,
"i miss you, y/n."
"i know. i do, too."
he sighed and wrapped his arms around me as though time hadn't passed us.
i laid my head against his chest and inhaled every lingering breath of his scent.
i looked up at him with tears welling in my eyes,
making him quick to cater to my own hurt.
his calloused hand gently held my cheek,
caressing just under my eye to wipe the stray tear away.
"your eyes are still so breathtaking."
i laughed despite the lack of oxygen in my lungs,
then brought my hands to press themselves against his stone chest.
"i never stopped loving you,"
i admitted through a breath.
he kissed my forehead,
the tip of my nose,
then the corner of my lips,
"i never stopped either."
his lips brushed mine,
then came the force.
i yearned for his lips locking on mine;
for his hands gripping my body in attempts to bring us closer.
and as our souls continued to twine together,
our bodies came intertwined in more ways than one.
and i was forced to face how insufferable life had been without oliver wood.
and i would do anything to keep him.
***
when i awoke,
the sun peeked through my blinds and caused prisms of rainbows throughout the room.
it made me smile soft,
but my smile only grew as i turned my attention to the sleeping body next to mine.
he was as graceful as he had always been.
the sheets tangled themselves around his body while his eyebrows furrowed together.
he was deep into his subconscious.
i humored myself at the thought and rose to my feet,
slipping on his oversized shirt and watched as it swallowed me.
the quick stir of my absence in the bed quickly woke him up.
his eyes darted around the room in panic until they settled on me,
and i watched as they relaxed.
"what's wrong?"
he smiled and leaned back into the pillow,
"thought maybe i had dreamt everything."
"nope, i'm here."
i climbed back into the bed,
completely forgetting whatever task i had previously set off to do,
and found comfort in his arms.
"we can make this work, y/n. i can't see myself without you any longer."
i kissed his chin,
"okay. let's make it work."
i listened as his heart began to beat faster,
"my heart is still yours, y/n. forever."