𝗦𝗘𝗥𝗘𝗡𝗗𝗜𝗣𝗜𝗧𝗬 || oliver wood [1]

𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝑤𝑜 ☁︎︎

Author's Note: I'm sorry this chapter took awhile to get up, school was kicking my butt

As you and Oliver walked down the corridor, you listened to him ramble on about game plans. You smiled as you watched his eyes light up talking about the sport, knowing he obviously had a passion for it. You dodged two older kids hurrying by, hand in hand, laughing with each other.

You interrupted Oliver, "See Oliver, that's what I mean by romance!" He gave the pair one glance and rolled his eyes. "I don't have time for that, I have to focus on beating Slytherin this weekend! We can't lose again!" He finished.

You finally made your way into the Great Hall, taking your seats across from each other, surrounded by the quidditch team. Angelina to your right, and Alicia to your left, immediately engaging in conversations with them. Laughing at something they said, you turned your gaze, seeing Oliver looking at you.

"What? Is there something on my face?" You questioned, seeing his head shake, brushing the look off. Telling the two girls beside you about the couple you and Oliver had seen, them gushing and talking about how cute that is, an older player hearing you.

"You three talking about relationships? I'm pretty sure everyone here has been in one." He stated, "So it's nothing to gush over."

"Everyone except Oliver." Another boy stated, laughing a little before continuing, "It makes me wonder if Oliver has a thing for y/n! They're always together and they would be pretty good for each other."

You felt your cheeks burn up, looking at Oliver, glad to see he reacted the same. "I don't have time for relationships." Oliver stated, shaking his head. Your cheeks slowly fading back to their normal shade, nodding along.

"Besides, we're just best friends. We're always together because we have almost every class together. You get close with someone when that happens." You grinned, shrugging.

As dinner concluded, everyone said their farewells as Oliver and you headed back to the common room, joking with him. You smiled as you looked at him, grinning as you guys made it painting, letting him say the password, stumbling into the common room. You thought about going back to the couch to read some more, but Oliver vetoed that option.

​"Y/n, we have potions first thing in the morning and we're making the potion we talked about today, please get some sleep so Snape doesn't kill us if we mess up." He mumbled, quite obviously tired.

"Yes, sir." you saluted, retiring to the dormitory to get some sleep. You woke up the next morning, getting dressed for class. Pulling your white blouse on, tucking it into your skirt, pulling black thigh-high socks on before slipping on your white shoes. Hurrying to put your tie on, stuffing your wand into the waistband of the skirt, snatching your bag and rushing to potions.

Oliver already in the room, waiting for you. "You're running behind, y/n." He smirked, you smacking his arm in return. You grinned at him, pulling your quill and notes out. Listening to Snape bore on about the dangers of Amortentia before finally stepping aside, showing a cauldron bubbling.

"Today, you will be trying to recreate Amortentia. Here I have it already prepared. So, if yours does not look like this, then you are obviously doing something wrong." He grumbled.

You and Oliver got started, working hard and efficiently to finish your Amortentia. Once everyone had finished, Snape went around checking the cauldrons. Once he reached you and Oliver, he sneered.

"It's supposed to be a pinkish color, not a lavender color. Good enough, I suppose, but follow directions next time."

Once he finally looked around, he called people up to smell the correct potion.

"Miss Geiser, please come up and tell us what you smell." Snape growled. As you walked up, you heard people whispering about what you might smell. You took a good whiff, the smell of the Quidditch pitch and broomsticks clouding your brain, the faint smell of coffee and pine as well.

You gulped, unsure of who this was representing. "I smell the quidditch pitch and the faint smell of coffee, along with the smell of pine."

As you were walking back, Oliver passing you and you immediately smelled what you had in the Amortentia, not thinking anything of it, assuming the smell from the potion was still clouding your senses.

​You zoned out a little as Oliver said what he smelled, hearing the words "vanilla, new book, and firewood" out of his mouth, grinning a little to yourself, realizing that Oliver's soulmate was most likely a Ravenclaw due to the new book smell he mentioned.

​When Oliver returned to your table, you nudged him, whispering "See, you do have a soulmate."

​He didn't respond, which made you worried, nudging him again. He turned to you, not meeting your eyes. "Oliver...?" You asked, concern in your voice.

​"Y/n. Who do you think smells like your potion?" He questioned. You thought about it and shrugged. "I'm not sure, I don't really recognize anyone. Why? Do you know who you smelled?" Now you were worried that you should know who smelled like your Amortentia.

"No, I just wanted to make sure I wasn't the only one." He muttered, finally meeting your eyes. You could tell he was lying, but you didn't want to invade his privacy so you let it go. You turned your attention back to the front of the class, missing Oliver's occasional glances at you, the scent of vanilla clouding his senses.

​You finally made your way back to the common room, Oliver not beside you which was unusual. Angelina bounced her way over to you, grinning. "So, what'd you smell?" She questioned. You told her and watched her eyes widen. "What? Why did everyone have that reaction!" You said, frustrated.

​"You have no idea who you smelled, do you?" She stated, watching you shake your head. "Oh you, poor girl. You'll figure it out soon enough." You watched her head down the hall, pine and coffee clouding your senses again, heading into the common room, missing Oliver turn the corner shortly after entering the portrait.

​"Do you think she's playing dumb?" Oliver asked Angelina. "No, she genuinely doesn't know." She responded with.

​"I just can't believe it's her." Oliver whispered, his brain clouded with thoughts of you now.