the boys of harry potter imagines.

oliver wood.

oliver wood had never been one for studying.
to be frank,
he found it a colossal waste of good time that could be used finding new plays for his quidditch team.
the books would always be there.
the information would never change.
but quidditch never stayed the same.
it was always evolving into something greater than before.
there was nothing more exhilarating than the feeling of adrenaline guiding your every move;
the wind flying in your hair while sweat stuck close to your skin;
listening to the sounds of the cheers that seemed millions of miles away.
and the wins.
the thought of a single quidditch win sent oliver's heart racing.

but unfortunately for oliver,
those thoughts were on hold.
he was now scanning the shelves of the library,
and mumbling beneath his breath.
he had two weeks to relearn everything in his classes,
meaning there was some cramming to do.
"oh. this is new,"
he muttered to himself and let the quidditch book fall into his hands.
as he skimmed through the pages he quickly realized this wasn't property of hogwarts library,
but rather a personal keepsake.
pages were tattered with personal notes tucked in the corners,
there were markings in blue ink that called out the falsified 'facts' of the print.
oliver stood there,
suddenly astonished once he stumbled upon the back of the book.
in the same blue ink that could be found throughout the whole book read,
"edited by gwenog jones for my lovely daughter."
oliver gasped audibly.
there were two things he realized:
one: he was in the possession of a book gwenog jones once held in hands of her own.
and two: gwenog jones had a daughter who attended hogwarts.
***
oliver kept the book near him with every waking moment.
he would flip through the pages carefully,
in fear of tearing them,
and study the blue ink.
it was amazing!
oliver had never been so elated.
but the mystery remained,
who is her daughter?
oliver would have known,
without a doubt,
that gwenog jones daughter was in the same proximity as him.
which meant it wasn't a known fact around the school.
that's mad! who wouldn't brag about gwenog jones, the best beater and captain the holyhead harpies had ever seen, being their bloody mother!
he got to his feet and began to think about just who it could be.
"jones...jones...jones,"
he whispered beneath his breath,
imagines of different girls with the surname flashing in his mind.
but none of them resembled gwenog in the slightest.
they were all...girly.
much too girly to be related.
oliver wasn't quite sure why his interest in this mystery girl was so consuming.

oliver would find himself asking around for a girl with the last names jones,
and when people would ask "why?"
he'd lie and tell them she was an old family friend.
the girl was oliver's secret,
and he wasn't willing to air out that a champions daughter attended their school.
it wasn't until he asked harry potter that he learned of the name megan jones,
a girl in harry's year that admired quidditch from the stands.
it all made sense to oliver.
he climbed through the sea of students,
pushing to the hufflepuff common room.
he arrived and looked at all the girls around him,
none of them particularly catching his eye despite their attempts to flirt.
"and so he finds me,"
a honeyed voice spoke from behind.
he turned on his feet to meet the gaze of a girl so beautiful,
it seemed unnatural.
he imagined the daughter to resemble her mother-burly, rough, a beaters build- but here she stood.
eyes glowing in the yellow hue of the common room,
while her lips remained turned in a pleasing smile that twinkled faintly.
"you're her daughter?"
"yes, i am. but if you could just..refrain from telling the world, that'd be great."
she let a light laugh ooze past her lips,
sending oliver in a trancelike state.
when he reminded himself to breathe again,
he inhaled the fresh air that had a spicy twinge to it;
y/n's natural aroma.
oliver loved it.
"so, now that you've found me, what do you plan to do?"
he laughed and shrugged his shoulders,
"can i just ask why?"
"she thought i deserved a normal life as "y/n" not...the daughter of gwenog jones."
the mystery girl now had a name,
and it was as bewitching as she was.
"amazing."
y/n giggled,
"you're funny. anyways, who all did you tell?"
"no one. i didn't tell anyone."
"really?"
he nodded his head,
"figured you kept it a secret for a reason. just wanted to see for myself."
"huh...thank you, really."
"yeah, not a problem."
her lips stretched into that same mesmerizing smile,
"did you come in here looking for megan?"
"yeah, actually. do you know her?"
"she's only my cousin,"
y/n answered with a low laugh.
"anyways, if you're done marveling at me, i have some studying to tend to."
his once thundering heart stuttered and sank to the pit of his stomach.
his wild chase left him with just a week to study everything.
"oh!"
he groaned and ran a frustrated hand through his hair.
"would you...like to join? it'll give you a chance to meet megan,"
she offered with a glowing grin.
"that'd be...fantastic. thank you."
***
"you've got this! come on,"
y/n encouraged through a whisper.
he closed his eyes and relished in the echo of her laughter.
he had never heard something so relaxing and melodic in all his years of living.
"okay...ingredients are scurvy grass, lovage, sneezewort. then you...stir it clockwise once."
he peeled an eye open to catch her expression,
spotting the pleasantness in her eyes.
"that's right. down to the t."
"yes!"
she snickered and handed him the flashcards,
then closed her textbook.
the library was dark except for the faint glow that hummed above y/n and oliver.
"you did good. tomorrow we'll start with herbology."
"thank you for the help."
she nodded,
"the least i could do for taking up your week,"
she teased with a gentle smile.
he laughed,
"does sound kind of stalkerish, doesn't it?"
"eh. maybe if it were anyone else."
"meaning?"
she finished packing all her things,
but sat herself back down in the seat across from oliver.
"you're oliver wood. you love all things quidditch. finding that book was practically fate. finding out gwenog's kin goes to school with you had to have been the most interesting thing to happen."
with a chuckle,
oliver then agreed.
"you're right."
she nodded contently.
"so, do i ever get my book back?"
he snickered and reached into his bag,
sliding it across the table for her.
she took it in her hands,
before raising her eyebrows.
"that reminds me,"
she murmured and searched through her bag,
then handed him three signed autographs of all his favorite players.
the surprise and elation on his face was much too adorable for y/n,
leaving her to giggle.
"soon as i heard you were looking for me, i figured you knew. so..mom sent me these to give to you. you'll find more use out of them than us."
though he could hear the words of y/n's tuneful voice,
all he could do was stare at the photos with admiration.
"well. i'll leave you to fangirl in peace."
she smiled,
patting his shoulder then parting ways.

oliver pushed himself to his feet and felt the blood pump through his veins,
the faint redness of his blush covering his cheeks.
"y/n!"
he called out after her,
the sounds of his call echoing throughout the dark and empty corridors.
she turned and smiled softly at him while adjusting the bag on her shoulder.
"hey, you okay?"
he stopped himself in front of her and listened to every beat of his pounding heart.
"would it be...completely mad of me to admit i like you? i mean, like you. and-and not because you're a quidditch prodigy's daughter, but because you're...perfect. perfect for me."
she lowered her head to lessen the heat in her cheeks.
"i guess we're both mad, then. i like you too, wood."
he smiled triumphantly.
no wonder he had been so fixated on finding this girl.
y/n was everything oliver needed in this life.