12 Days of Ficmas 2020

Sugarplums (Oliver Wood x Female!Reader)

A/N: This is dedicated to ​thegirlwhowritesfics and juniperjane​. No particular reason. None at all. It's not like they were the ones to anonymously request this! This is just a random dedication of my love to them!

Prompt: "Are you humming the Dance of the Sugarplum Fairy?"

Word Count: 1.9K words

Playlist: Dance of the Sugarplum Fairy - Tchaikovsky

Warnings: None

"Statistically speaking, that's impossible!" Her statement rang across several tables in the Great Hall.

She hadn't yelled, but her voice carried. All the chatter and buzz came to an immediate halt, nothing but the sound of a bench scraping across the floor. She didn't even bother looking up from the paper in her hand. She ducked her head down, rolling her lips together to hide the smirk growing. She chuckled to herself as she heard the collection of whispers make their way up the aisles between the tables.

He'd been arguing his point for weeks now, and while she appreciated his enthusiasm, it needed to end somewhere. Everyone knew it was impossible, himself included. Today seemed like a fine day to really rile him up. The final day of classes before Christmas hols, it was the perfect storm. It also helped that he was halfway there on his own anyway. His voice had been climbing up over the chatter from the Gryffindor table. She knew they were on his side. True to their namesake, the pride of lions always stuck together.

Regardless, she thoroughly enjoyed a good debate, especially with one such Gryffindor. Logic superseded a lot of their banter, but on this particular topic, he was a dog with a bone. Refusing to let go or give up. The sounds of his footfalls drifted up into the swirl of his robes while he walked. She knew he had a flair for the dramatic when he was on a tangent, and he was in peak form this morning.

Two of her classmates skirted in opposite directions on the bench across from her. Keen to avoid his approach. No one had ever challenged him in general. Not Oliver Wood, the headstrong Gryffindor. Not Oliver Wood, Captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team. Not when it came to the one game he was being scouted for. The one game where his talent exceeded everyone's expectations. Smarts aside, quidditch was his and most definitely, not hers.

"Strong words coming from someone who doesn't even follow quidditch." He accused, his voice low and on the verge of shaking.

She lifted her eyes to regard him, her face a mask of indifference, "You think that just because I don't obsess over it, it means I don't keep track of the most popular wizarding sport?"

He scoffed at her, reaching down and pressing his palm flat over the paper she held. Their eyes connected as he hovered over the Ravenclaw table, pushing the paper down so that she would give him his undivided attention. She made a show of blinking innocently up at him. He narrowed his eyes briefly, starting to understand the game she was initiating.

"That's exactly what I'm saying." He determined, licking his bottom lip in irritation.

A collective gasp could be heard amongst the other students, even a few smug sniffs from the Gryffindor table. Head Girl and the Captain of the Gryffindor quidditch team in a tiff. In front of all to see. Every eye in the castle trained on the two of them. Even the teachers were straining to listen in. She chuckled to herself. She wondered how many of them were hedging their bets. It was common knowledge to the older students that the professors got a good laugh out of the typical house rivalries. They joined in on their own terms, always in good fun—a way to keep up morale and to encourage healthy competition.

She tugged her hand out from under his grip and finally lifted her head to acknowledge him fully. The torch he held for Portree was misguided in his patriotism, believing beyond any doubt that they were taking the world cup this year. It was the only time he became irrational about how the game really worked. She enjoyed his dedication to his country's national team and his childhood favourite team, but again, this argument was weeks old now, and they weren't advancing anywhere near the top of the league. Not this year.