" 𝐀 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡? 𝐀 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡! 𝐒𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐲! 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐞, 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐇𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐥𝐞𝐩𝐮𝐟𝐟, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐕𝐢𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐊𝐫𝐮𝐦! " when two people obsessed with Quidditch meet, sparks are inevitable. He lives for the game; she bleeds for it. The only thing certain? It is destin' to be messy. [ Rivals to lovers | Right person wrong time | Playful banter | Back and forth | Teasing | Can't be together ] [ 𝐎𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐖𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐱 𝐎𝐂 (𝐉𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐅𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐭) ] *Oliver Wood with slightly longer hair* Rankings: #1 Oliver wood #1 keeper #1 Goldensnitch #2 competitive

˗ˏˋ 'ˎ˗ Zora Krum has spent all her life in the shadow of her cousin Viktor. Raised in a traditional Bulgarian family more concerned with finding her a husband than supporting her Quidditch ambitions, she hides her frustration and anger behind a sharp tongue and bold heart. Oliver Wood's final year at Hogwarts means only one thing: winning the InterHouse Cup. Quidditch-obsessed and oblivious to what happens around him, he seems to be good at one thing only-keeping the Quaffle out of his goal. Zora and Oliver have known each other for years, their known rivalry is born from summers spent at an elite Quidditch camp in France. She lives to get under his skin. He can't stand how good she is at it. But when she arrives at Hogwarts for the Triwizard Tournament, everything shifts. She's determined to prove she's more than just Viktor's cousin and he's determined to achieve his goal. As the pressure on Zora grows and Oliver tries to fight his distraction, everything gets messy when they fall into something neither of them can ignore- feelings they've both been avoiding. Or in which two rivals collide and the game is no longer just about Quidditch. ˗ˏˋ 'ˎ˗ #1 in oliverwoodfanfiction #1 in viktorkrum #1 in oliverwood #1 in gryffindor

σɳƈҽ υρσɳ ԋσɠɯαɾƚʂ . . . There lived a girl just like any other-Eliora Heart, a Ravenclaw Prefect, about to be going into her fifth - year of Hogwarts with her friends. Having to be chosen as one of the few who will be serving as a prefect, Eliora takes you to her journey of a life as one: meetings, duties, responsibilities, and shifts. A night you've dreamt - Eliora stumbles across Oliver Wood, the Gryffindor Quidditch Captain, completely disobeying the curfew. Just one tease, one fight, and one punishment can easily change things between a Ravenclaw and a Gryffindor. This romance shows that A Pɾҽϝҽƈƚ Cαɳ Sƈσɾҽ. 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘰: J.K Rowling ! I do not support her, but I will be only crediting her for the sake of this fanfiction. Everything Harry Potter related is all hers. Noelle Writings ! Any OCS and unnecessary plot twists, plot holes, and other scenarios are all by me. #1 PREFECT (07) #25 OLIVER WOOD (07) #84 RAVENCLAW (07) noellewritings™ 𝑳𝑼𝑴𝑶𝑺! 🪄

Living in the sidelines and being a simple student at Hogwarts had always been the plan; nothing more, and nothing less for Jessica Hawthorne. This was exactly why she didn't expect the remainder of her time there to be so full of teenage drama and her favorite magical sport, all because a Quidditch Keeper named Oliver Wood found her at the wrong - or right - time and place. ★ ★ ★ Oliver Wood || Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone to Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban Started: 2015 Hiatus: 2017-2019 Completed: 2021 Currently in the process of editing. Edited chapters are labeled with a ✔️ mark. The sequel is up on my profile and ongoing.

❝ talk to him, strike up a conversation like i do ❞ ❝ i can't, jackie! i know nothing about quidditch ❞ ❝ well here in lies the problem, dria ❞ ━━━━ 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐌𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐒 | dria lockaby had all the booksmarts in the world, there wasn't a question she didn't know the answer to ... except how to get oliver wood to notice her PART OF THE 'LOVEFOOL' UNIVERSE OLIVER WOOD x FEM!OC PS - POA COMPLETE © -wildkats COVER BY @oscarisaacss

"𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕘𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕦𝕡 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕘𝕒𝕞𝕖. 𝔹𝕦𝕥 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕙𝕚𝕞." You were never meant to fall in love with Oliver Wood. Not when he was your teammate. Not when he was your best friend. And especially not now-when the game you both loved left you behind. After a Quidditch injury forced you off your broom for good, you've spent two years trying to forget what flying felt like. But in your final year at Hogwarts, Oliver isn't making it easy. He's still chasing the Cup. Still impossibly driven. Still looking at you like you're meant to be part of something bigger-his team, his plans... maybe even his heart. You're not playing anymore. But your story with Oliver is far from over. ---------------------------- This is my first ever fanfic so please let me know if there is anything I should change or fix ! FYI ! I had already wrote this in my notes which is the reason most of the parts are posted in the same day 📍FRIENDS TO LOVERS 📍No Smut !! 📍Completed ✔️

When moon meets the sun. At Hogwarts, Calliope Genevieve Black, the calculating Slytherin Quidditch captain, and Oliver Wood, the fiery Gryffindor captain, share an unrelenting rivalry that fuels their every move. Both are driven by a fierce desire to prove their superiority on the pitch-Calliope, with her icy determination and perfectionism; Oliver, with his relentless passion and unyielding loyalty to his team. Each sees the other as an obstacle, a challenge to overcome, and neither will back down. Their fierce competition is legendary, but beneath the surface, there's a quiet, unspoken tension that neither fully understands. As the stakes rise, and the Quidditch Cup final approaches, their rivalry reaches new heights. What drives them? What secrets are they hiding? In a battle of pride, power, and ambition, only one can emerge victorious-but will their conflict stay strictly on the pitch, or will it evolve into something far more complex?

history repeats itself. james sirius potter x fem!oc harry potter next generation cover: "the lovers" by aseamlessbonds on deviantart not edited AT ALL. lots of grammatical errors and plot holes.

"Jeez Caddell, do you always wear that much perfume?" Oliver asked, smirking. I turned around to glare at him. "Was it not your brilliant idea to avoid harassing each other outside of the pitch?" I shot back in the same tone. ********************************************************************************** Oliver Wood and Ivy Caddell have maintained an ongoing quidditch rivalry for the past five years at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. For most of their time at Hogwarts, winning and out-competing one another was all the Gryffindor and Slytherin captains thought about. In their sixth year, however, things start to change as the two develop feelings for each other. Follow Ivy and Oliver throughout their sixth and seventh years at Hogwarts. I do not own any rights to the Harry Potter franchise. All characters are J.K Rowling's except for my own. Best rankings: #1 in "oliverwood" out of 2.2k (4/1/21) #1 in "quidditch" out of 3.3k (3/7/21) #1 in "keeper" out of 1.3k (2/26/21) #1 in "ivy" out of 2.1k (2/25/21) #1 "wood" out of 2.1k (3/14/21) #1 "rival" out of 2k (4/14/21) #1 in "oliver" out of 5.5k (8/1/21) #2 "rivalry" out of 8k (4/10/21)

When Willow is appointed as the new Hufflepuff Quidditch captain all she wants is to have peace and a little bit of fun. But for some reason Oliver Wood won't stop picking fights with her. Word count: 67 577 Excerpt: I sighed loudly and excessively. "You need to spray it on something and then smell it." I grinned despite myself. However Oliver neglected to spray the perfume anywhere, instead he was eyeing me closely and I felt myself growing restless. I wanted out of this shop as soon as possible and I felt like Oliver was not ready to cooperate. To my surprise he then stepped closer to me with a focused expression. Once the close proximity was reached he carefully lifted my arm and sprayed an equally carefully selected spot on my wrist with the perfume. I looked on dazedly while my wrist was moved until mere millimetres from Oliver's nose and he lingered over it for a moment before he took in the scent. I refused to blink as I watched him consider the scent. "Well that's not it." He said. With his hands on his hips he retrieved to his meticulous study of the perfume bottles on the wall. My throat was so thick I thought it better to let his comment linger in the musky room than give him a strained reply. Once my voice has been regained I uttered, "You're not going to find a perfume for your girlfriend by staring at them. Why don't you just smell as many as you can until you find one you like?" I suggested innocently, not necessarily hoping he would touch any other of my body parts, but also not condemning such an occurrence. Oliver tore his attention from the shelf and looked at me with newfound determination.