Drawing Places (Oliver Wood x reader)

Undeviginti

It was mid-afternoon, and Oliver and I were trying to escape the creeping temperature by lying on the stone floor of a textbook storeroom. Well, I was lying. He was sitting up with his back against the wall.
"You know, if a teacher were to find us here, you'd probably lose your Prefect title." 
"Yes, thank you for that brilliant observation." I let out a sigh, fanning my face. From my viewpoint, I could see the light cast against Oliver's face from a small window quite far up on the wall. There was just enough light to be comfortable knowing we weren't going to accidentally smack into each other, but not enough to heat the room. 

"How'd you even find this place, anyway?" he asked, looking down at me.
"Flitwick asked me to carry his books back here for him. He couldn't carry them all." A grin found its way onto my lips briefly, but I suppressed it. I wasn't going to make fun of one of my favourite professors on purpose.
"Fair enough." He paused, reaching to grab my hand. "I like it here." 
"Pah, 'course you would."  
"...Bully." 

I wasn't bullying him intentionally. He and I both knew that. Which is why things like this were ok. Either of us could make a jive at the other, and there would be no hard feelings.
I pulled myself up, so that I was sitting beside him, and rested my head against his shoulder. I could feel his shoulder deflate slightly, as he tried to accommodate the weight shift.  

"So, uh." I glanced up at him, as he spoke. "So, I know we never actually spoke about it, but people have started asking questions, and I don't wanna say something if we haven't agreed on it. So um-"
"Get to the point, Oliver." 
"Right, the point. Are we dating? And if we're not, can we be?" I moved my head off his shoulder, to get a better look at him. He met my eyes briefly, before looking away. "I'm sorry, I've probably read the signs wrong. I just really like you, and I want us to be dating, but you're-"
"What are you on about?" Taking a page from his book, I grabbed his chin and turned him to look at me. I placed a soft kiss on the corner of his mouth and met his eyes.  "Not too sure where you got the idea that I didn't like you. I don't think I kiss people I don't like, but maybe I do." 

He let out a breath. "Yeah, ok."
"Oliver?" He looked down, trying really hard to keep his focus on me. "Do you want to be my boyfriend? Is that what you're trying to ask?" 
"I-"

Before he could answer me, Mcgonagall's voice rang through the stonework, "All students to return to their House dormitories at once. All teachers return to the staffroom. Immediately, please." 
My face fell. Oliver could already tell what I was thinking, and without a word, began to gather my things for me. He offered his hand to help me up, and the pair of us discretely left the storeroom.
Despite the dramatic difference in temperature between the storeroom, and the hallway, we made a dash for the closest stairwell. 

Students mulled worriedly around the common room. When Oliver and I stepped in, we were immediately bombarded by Percy. "I can't find Ron or Ginny!" 
"Ok, well don't panic, I'm sure they're fine," I reasoned.
"But I am panicking!" 
"Well, panic quietly then." I brought Percy to a seat. "Ron is probably with Harry, and Ginny will turn up. She always does." 
But even I didn't believe that. It was weird for Ginny not to be here. I would've expected her to be waiting for me at the portrait hole, like she does when she's panicked.

Five minutes later, Ron and Harry did turn up, followed shortly by McGonagall, who carried a most solemn expression. I stepped into her path, and she looked down at me.  With her attention on me, I voiced my theory on Ginny. She pressed her lips together, but nodded despite. "I suggest you sit down. the Weasleys need their friend right now."
Sucking in a breath, I returned to Oliver and Percy. Ron and Harry had joined the pair, and it seemed that in a moment, the twins would also find a place to seat themselves.

McGonagall explained what had happened. There were times during her short speech, where I could tell she was withholding information from us. That was fair enough, though. 
She explained that Ginny had been taken to the Chamber, and that unless the culprit came forward, she would likely stay there forever. "All students will be sent home tomorrow night, which means, exams will not be commencing. Make-up exams for O.W.L and N.E.W.T students will be arranged over summer holidays."