Quidditchrivals Stories

When Bianca Zabini finally took the role as quidditch captain and becoming chaser aswell, she was exhilirated. Always having a knack for violence, and even though she knew that she would merely be a chaser. That wouldnt stop her from hitting someone. Oliver Wood hadnt noticed Bianca until she took Marcus Flint spot in the Slytherin team during their 5th year of Hogwarts, and he knew from the moment that the twins cackled when he had asked them about her, that she was no good. He ignored their warnings about her and went on to find out more. He immdiately started paying more attention to her in classes, noting small things to remember in the matches, she was slytherins quidditch captain and he was gryffindors captain and she was his biggest rival. After all he only had a couple of weeks before the quidditch season started, Eventually Bianca caught up with what Wood was attempting to do, catching him trying to see her notes in class was the biggest wake up call. It was the same for Wood, having to go to the hospital wing because you tried to see a girls notes was enough for him. Cover not finished, story not finished either! [ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐏𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐞-𝐰𝐡𝐨-𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐭-𝐧𝐨𝐭-𝐛𝐞-𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐤𝐚 𝐉𝐊𝐑 ]

𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘢𝘱 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘚𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶. . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁ Saying Oliver Wood loved Quidditch was an understatement--- he lived for it. Becoming Gryffindor's Quidditch Captain was supposed to be the pinnacle of his Hogwarts story. One goal. One cup. One chance to lead his team to glory. Until her: Cerise Ayame Calloway--- Ravenclaw transferee, a silent storm, the Chaser with impossible precision, and cherry red eyes that saw right through him. She never meant to fall in love. He never planned on letting her go. Some love stories don't end with forever--- They begin with goodbye. All Harry Potter characters and franchise rights belong to JK Rowling except my own.

She was born into tradition - a girl from a noble bloodline with a name that carried weight and expectations. He was Oliver Wood - a Quidditch-obsessed Gryffindor with dirty hands, a crooked smile, and a heart that beat for nothing but that one girl in his head. From the very start, the tension between them was undeniable - the kind of thing you could see, feel, taste, like a bowl of gold set in front of you: glinting, dangerous, and impossible to ignore. But could they see it? Or were they too wrapped in pride, in House colors and family duty, to admit what sparked beneath every glare, every match, every nearly-touching hand? They were rivals on the pitch. They were forbidden off it. And yet - whatever this was between them... it refused to die quietly. A silent storm was coming.

"I love you." "You're not supposed to be here." A single tear falling from her eye. '" i don't care. They can kill me if they want to but i am not leaving you like this." Writing this again and editing previous chapters l i made in October 2023