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love at first sight (oliver wood)

personally, i think this trope is absolute bull but eh its whatever

not proof read, might be bad or not lol

All the girls in your dorm were scurrying around getting ready for the quidditch match that was about to be held in a few hours. “Where are my socks?!” you heard Angelina complain and crouch down to look under the several beds in the large room. Ignoring all the commotion going on around, you wrapped your Gryffindor scarf loosely around your neck stopping some of the cold getting into your skin. “Well, I’m done getting ready.” You turned away from the mirror next to your bed realising no one else was done getting ready and your shoulders slumped, “Let’s go or we’ll be late!”

After a few more irritating minutes you and your friends had finally exited the Gryffindor Tower making your way to the field which took even longer. Usually, you wouldn’t go to quidditch games however considering it was the finals you decided to reluctantly go after your group of friends practically begged you to. You barely knew any of the Quidditch team expect from the infamous Weasley twins, Fred and George, the clowns of the whole school and the one and only Harry Potter. All of your group of friends sat that the front row waiting patiently and making conversation since you got there earlier than expected because of your persistent complaining about being late. “I’m not even going to lie but our quidditch team is like so hot...!” Angelina said hitting the wooden barrier grabbing the attention of some younger years around you. Before you could scold her Lee Jordan, the designated quidditch game commentator, had already started talking through the mic and all the players started zooming through the sky as the crowd went wild. All the Gryffindor and Ravenclaw team players got into their position getting ready to most likely break some bones. You skim and scanned your eyes over the Gryffindor team and you could say for the first time Angelina was right. They were good looking.

Half way through the game you could say you were having a good time. That was until a bludger was flying at full speed through the sky straight at the Gryffindor Rows and you were right in the middle of it. In state of shock, you couldn’t think of what to do your brain going into a frenzy. That was until you saw a boy from the corner of your eye trying to reach for the uncontrollable ball flying right at you. He briefly looked over to you, catching your eyes and you felt as if time stopped. You felt your heart leap and start beating at a turbulent pace in your chest. As you held eye contact you saw him you suddenly felt time resume as his face turned into a mixture of panic and shock making him slip on his broomstick turning himself upside down as you ducked down to dodge the buldger just in time as it hit one of the seats and bounced off back into the field. “Well would you look at that!” Lee shouted through the mic teasingly through the mic. As he flipped on his broom the correct way round, he stayed in the same place for a while in awe until giving you a bashful smile and zooming away on his broom. Mouth agape and face hot you managed to ask, “Who was that?”

“Oliver Wood! How do you NOT know him what the hell-” Angelina’s words blurred out as you got lost in your thoughts smiling to yourself.

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I said I'd do it 😪

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dayangestre · 1 year

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pleasant poetry ➠ o. wood

a/n: this man is not only my dr boyfriend but my boyfriend in this reality too (happy to share). so he’s probably going to be written about A LOT. be prepared 💕

pair: oliver wood x hufflepuff rival fem! reader

word count: 1.2k

warnings: one mention of death, slight name calling, romantic tension, and kissing!!!

genre: fluff!

“oi Wood!”

you yelled from the bottom of the quidditch pitch, seeing the scotsman flying on his broom. he descended a bit too hard as he got off his broom, staggering a bit.

“what do you want L/n?”

Oliver replied, clearly annoyed that you ruined the Gryffindor’s practice time.

“it’s our time to practice now. Professor Sprout wrote a note”

you said as you handed him the scroll written by the head of Hufflepuff house. Wood mumbled as he read the parchment which read ‘I, Professor Pamona Sprout give the Hufflepuff quidditch team to practice at 8:00 on the 21st of November’.

you smirked and snatched the parchment away from his hands as he finished reading, snarling at you.

“alright, get your team off the pitch”

*timeskip to Monday*

“i will be splitting you into pairs for this project as this potion is extremely difficult to make”, Snape’s monotonous voice called out. you barely heard him call out the partners, hearing a ‘Johnson and Weasley’ and ‘Diggory and Farrah’ until you heard your name.

“lastly, L/n and Wood. everybody get to work. i want the complete potion down by the end of friday’s class meaning you will get 4 days to work on this. now get to work and i want to hear no bickering.”

you groaned and walked over to Oliver’s bench and sat next to him.

“what do you want?” he asked glaring at you.

“you’re an idiot. didn’t you hear the task?”

“clearly not. answer my question; why are you here?”

you rolled your eyes at his incompetence.

“i’m your partner for this project. we have to make a brew of ‘Pleasant Poetry’. we have until friday.

“pleasant poetry? what kinda potion is that?”

you read through the book and said out loud to him what you read, “Pleasant Poetry: allows the person who ingests it to speak with the most enchanting words in a siren-like voice.”

you looked up from the book and saw him looking at you already. you observed as his gaze travelled from your hair, to your hands on the page, to your lips, and finally your eyes. his own eyes widened when he saw you looking back at him and his cheeks formed a red tint.

“um right okay…” you said to break the tension.

he cleared his throat. “yeah aright pleasant poetry. let’s do it. i wanna get it over with as soon as possible”

“why? so you can stop working with me?”

“—yeah of course. why’d i want to work with the enemy?” he retaliated.

“i’m not your enemy, Wood. our next match is not for a while. until then, we have to work together to make this potion. it’s really hard.”

“yeah fine aright.”

*timeskip to Wednesday evening*

you and Oliver had finished getting most of the ingredients for the potion.

“okay, last thing we need is rain taken from the forbidden forest… how are we supposed to get that?!”

“let’s just wait in the forest until it rains? don’t you have a spell to make it rain or something? yer the smart one”, he said walking into the forest with you following closely behind him.

“no, i have no such spell. we just have to wait until it rains. and we have to go back before the sun sets. it’s forbidden for a reason”

“aw does little Y/n not wanna break school rules?”

“no, little Y/n wants to not get killed by centaurs who hate humans.” you said walking in front of him now.

he murmured a soft ‘i knew that’ and jogged to catch up with you.

you both placed your bags by the root of one tree and sat down waiting for the clouds to become dark.

it was peaceful. for once. Hogwarts is an extremely big school and rarely do you ever hear silence apart from when you’re sleeping at night. so, simply being in nature and hearing the chirping of the birds and the slight clopping of the thestrals was relaxing and calming in a way. not to mention the comfortable silence between you and Oliver.

Oliver Wood and you were never really friends despite doing everything together. you found each other more as rivals than peers or friends. but never have you realised what he made you feel. with him, you felt safe…you didn’t feel like you needed to try to be anything.

Oliver rested his head back on the tree bark and closed his eyes. you looked at him and for some reason, you couldn’t look away. his side profile was stunning. the way his chest heaved up and down as he breathed, the way his adam’s apple was sticking out of his neck so sharply, the way his face looked in the rays of sunlight shooting through the leaves. it all looked so—

“like what you see, l/n?”

his voice brought you out of your thoughts. you wanted to retaliate, or say something but no words came out. you just started into his beautiful hazel eyes, as if they were pulling you in them.

“you know…” Oliver started again, “yer not that bad to look at yerself” he said and tucked a piece of hair behind your ears. his hand didn’t leave you face however, it stayed on your right cheek and his thumb traced down to your lips.

your heart was beating so hard. why? this has never happened before. granted, this situation has never happened before…but you didn’t want it to stop. there was a fluttering feeling in your stomach that filled you with joy.

“oh yeah?” you mustered up the courage to say. Wood smirked and moved his hand down to the side of your neck and leaned in closer.

“yeah” he whispered in a husky voice. you both knew where this was going and wanted it to happen. just when your lips were about to touch, you felt something drip on you.

it was going to rain now and you could finally finish the potion. Oliver sighed and got up. you internally cursed the rain for ruining the moment but quickly stood up too.

“give me the mason jar” you instructed him and he did as told, handing you the jar.

it started to rain and you collected the rain water before tucking the jar in your bag again. as you were about to say something, Oliver took your hand and spun you around.

“dance with me” he said, holding your hand in one of his. you chuckled. “we have no music” “then we’ll just have to make our own”

he hummed a low melody as your swayed together, drenched by the rain water but you didn’t care. you were just happy.

Wood spun you around once more and put his hands on your waist, halting your movement and pulled you close to him.

“Y/n” he started and moved one hand to your chin to raise it up. “may i?” he asked as his eyes glistened with hope and anticipation.

you nodded quickly and your lips touched each other’s. his lips were soft and wet because of the rain. they were gentle as they kissed you and you didn’t want it to stop. your hands made their way up to his hair and tugged on it slightly as he released a hum against your lips.

pulling away, he rested your foreheads together and mumbled, “i think i’d like to be your partner for the next project too eh?”

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dayangestre · 1 year

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For your Autumn Prompt:

“what are you doing?” - “making a leaf angel.” & coffee date. With Oliver Wood

A/N: YAS! I love me a Oliver Wood Prompt! Thanks Stella!!

Leaf Angel

Summary: Autumn, in your opinion, was the best time of year at Hogwarts. Your quidditch loving boyfriend felt the same too

Warnings: Nothing but fluff :)

Autumn. You loved that season.

In your opinion, it was the best season. As soon as you saw the leaves turning in the different shades of orange and red, and your felt the first sensations of a crisp morning against you cheek as you would head to class, you knew Autumn had arrived at Hogwarts. No more hiding under the trees to escape the heat, no more sweating against your forehead and getting bug bites all along your arms.

Nope. Autumn made everything better.

Everything about Autumn was amazing and thrilling. Apple Cider drinks for dinner at the Great Hall, pumpkins the size of a muggle car outside of Hagrid's cottage, and the sweet scent of fresh maple syrup on the table during breakfast to glaze over the pumpkin pancakes that were one of Helga Hufflepuff's oldest recipes.

Your boyfriend also loved Autumn, but for another reason.

"Aye! The first day of Quidditch season!" Oliver said in pride as you both strolled into breakfast one Monday morning, one of his arm was cradling a thick folder that had plays and stategies that he made up over the summer holiday, when he wasn't with you of course. He made sure to leave Quidditch at his home when he would come to visit you throughout the summer, although you never minded since you were a fan yourself. He claimed one day that you were going to fraternize with the enemy if you saw his plays he was conducting.

"First of all, I have no intentions in stealing your plays to my house," You reasoned with Oliver as you two sat together under one massive tree outside your home, Oliver's head in your lap as he was reading a Quidditch book and you were reading a Divinations book, "An plus....Hufflepuff is quite decent this year,"

"You're gonna go against ya boyfriend for your own house?" Oliver asked in a huff as you giggled and rang some fingers in his short brown hair, "Merlin's Beard, you're a minx!"

"House Pride trumps all," You said coyly, thought Oliver poked your side. So it was very safe to say that Oliver loved, craved, the first days of quidditch season when it came through Hogwarts.

One week into Autumn and the leaves were falling everywhere outside of the castle grounds, making it look like a beautiful moving painting that could be seen amongst the gallery within the school. You strolled though one afternoon, Oliver was off at practice and was neatly done before he would meet you for an evening date in Hogsmeade. It was nice to be 6 years and getting a special invitation into the little town since your marks were high, both Oliver and yourself were on good graces with McGonagall and Sprout, and it was your last "normal" year.

So that evening the 6th years were going to have Hogsmeade to themselves for a few hours. The perfect time for a date together.

You found a particular large pile of leaves right outside the opening to the courtyard, making you pause and see it just sitting there unattended. It made you pause, literally pause in your step as you saw the large formation of leaves sitting there. For some reason, you thought back to when you were a child and you jumped in the same kind of leaf pile that you father would make when he would rake the leaves outside your little home.

"Look, daddy!" You screeched as you jumped into the pile, shrieking in delight as your were engulfed with the dried out leaves and your dad was laughing in the distance.

"Watch out, Little Bean! I'll come get ya!" He would tease you, fishing you out to make you giggle and tickling you under the setting sun.

So for Oliver Wood to see you playing in the leaves, walking up along the walkway with his Quidditch bag over his shoulder and a amused look on his face as you were moving your hands and legs back and forth with a massive grin on your, he was beyond amused. He stopped right in front of you, seeing a grin plastered on your face as the sun was making your skin lightly glow in both euphoria and joy.

"What a sight to see," He hummed, you pausing and leaning up a bit on your elbows as he gestured you and the leaves around you, "What are you doin'?"

"Making a leaf angel," You hummed back in reply, Oliver raising an eyebrow at you, "You've never made an leaf angel? What about a snow angel?"

"Should I know what those things are?" Oliver asked in merely curiosity as you giggled and fell back into the leaf pile again. It felt like nothing terrible would touch you, nor would any kind of bad news when you were doing as simple and as childish as making a "leaf angel" It reminded you of home, a place of safety and great memories that you shred with your little family.

Sometimes you did miss them when Autumn came through, remembering all those times when you were very little having chilly morning wrapped in a thick blanket your mother would knit for you. Or helping your dad rake the leaves in the late afternoon before you both would jump in them. You did miss your mom and dad, even in that moment.

"I would do this with my dad all the time," You confessed, picturing your father in your head. You shared the same shade of hair, the same nose, and the small snort in laughter. Oliver knew of your father well, talking to him plenty of times when he would visit about Quidditch since your father was a huge fan like him. He even took you and Oliver to a pro game when you tow started dating a year ago, thinking it was a good ice breaker for him and Oliver to get to know each other.

"I can picture that actually," Oliver said in amusement, making you one your eyes and grin at him as Oliver held out a hand for you to take. You took it, Oliver hoisting you up with ease and wrapping you in his arms before you could fall over your boots. You wrapped your arms around his neck, getting gyro own sense of gravity as Oliver was taking in the sight of you, chuckling as he pointed to your hair with his one spare hand, "The leaves in ya hair makes ya look like an Leaf Angel for sure,"

"Why thank you, Wood," You replied back in a laugh Oliver taking out a few leaves from your hair with his fingers, "You still up for tonight?"

"You kiddin'? I've been lookin' forward to it for weeks," He replied smoothly, kissing you on the lips as you both started to walk hand in hand back into the courtyard, "I think I need something to wake me up, this practice was a nightmare with the new team mates,"

"Let's get a coffee then," You explained, Oliver nodding in agreement, "I know we can get some in Honeydukes and in The Three Broomsticks since it'll be a dry bar for us. Coffee does sound nice tonight,"

"Alright, here we are," Oliver hummed as he placed a coffee cup in front of you, sitting in your regular booth at the Three Broomsticks. The place was pretty deserted, since the rest of the 6th years were at the shops or filling up their bags with sweets, leaving only a few students to mingle about and get their own drink to warm themselves up. You and Oliver already got your fill of candy from Honeydukes, you then getting a few things for your folks to send home for the holidays, and now you were ending your time with a hot cup of coffee between the pair of you.

"Thank you, Oli," You thanked him, pecking his cheek. He was about to drink it when you stoped him suddenly, "Wait! You need the special ingredient in this!"

"What is it?" Oliver asked, not following. You took out your wand, tapping it two times against the rim of his coffee. Specks of cinnamon appeared out of thin air into his foam of his coffee cup, Oliver grinning widely as you did the same with your, "Try it. You'll love it,"

Oliver hesitantly took a sip, you waiting in anticipation as his face lit up with glee from the taste on his lips and on his tongue. He hummed, taking in another drink before placing his cup on his saucer, "That is good,"

"It's one of my favorite drinks when it's Autumn," you explained, leaning into Oliver as you took a drink of your own coffee. You felt Oliver's arm around your shoulders, his head against yours as Madam Rosemerta enchanted a fire to start int he fireplace right next to the pair of you.

"Whenever I think of Autumn I think of ya," He confessed, you blushing a bit as he kept talking, "As much as I love startin' quidditch in the Autumn season again, it's you that makes this season beyond memorable,"

Hearing that from Oliver made your heart swell, making you look over at him and kiss him soundly as you two were hidden in the darkness of the room in your booth. You would crave Autumn over and over again for as long as you loved, having so many memories of that season that brought you joy and genuine happiness.

This new one, snogging Oliver in your favorite booth in The Three Broomsticks with cinnamon on your lips, was going to be remembered for certain.

The End.

September Prompts

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Random characters nicknames for their partner

Ouran highschool host club's Mori-senpai: petal

Maximum Ride's Fang: birdie

My Hero Academia's Monoma: princess/prince

Magnus Chase's Hearthstone: flower

Yuri on Ice's Yurio: kitten

Harry Potter's Oliver Wood: goldie

Shadowhunters Alec: darling

Percy Jackson's Grover: sapling

Heroes of Olympus's Jason: love

Teen Wolf's Derek: sweetheart

Haikyuu's Kuroo: cutie

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dayangestre · 1 year

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hi! can I request enemies to lovers with Oliver Wood where the reader is the Slytherin seeker, they always bicker with each other at class and he smirks at her any time he wins against her team. But in potions class when making Amortentia your bickering per usual because you sit next to him and they both blush when they realize they smell each other?

A/N: Sorry it too me forever to write this one out for you. Life got in the way, but here we go with a great Oliver oneshot! Thank you for the request, anon!

Lemon and Lavender

Summary: You and Wood never saw eye to eye. Who knew a simple Potions Class would change all of that.

Warnings: Some Angst with a fluffy ending. (I made it more sad than nothing sorry )

Tagging: @a-lumos-in-the-nox

Oliver Wood was a nuisance to you. And for plenty of reasons.

For one, he was a cocky quidditch player. Ever since you two came in as first years together to Hogwarts, all he could ever talk about was quidditch. Sometimes his cockiness did get the best of him from time to time, let alone hearing him rave about it throughout most of the days in classes. He was itching to be on the Gryffindor team as soon as he could try out your second year. Although you too were a fan of the sport, there was something about him and his smug nature about being the best quidditch player that made you want to punch him in the face every once in awhile.

Yet it didn’t help your second year that he was the Gryffindor Keeper….and you were the Slytherin Chaser.

Your houses were notorious for being rivals in anything and everything. And although you loved being a Slytherin, you weren’t like the others in your house that seemed far too corky or rambunctious. In all fairness, you were on the timber side, at least that’s what your housemates said. Yet your ambitious trait made you want to be a great player, helping your house win and stay at the top throughout most of the season. Gryffindor was not too far behind in points, winning matches every once in awhile under your nose.

Oliver would never let those wins down, epically to you.

You both rubbed off on each other when it came to competition and being on the broom, even as the years came and went and you went from Chaser to Seeker. The old Seeker graduated and you tried out for the spot, barely making the cut from another 4th year that was too snooty for his own good. You took out that flame in seconds, catching the practice snitch a few seconds within the time requirement. The first match you played as Seeker was against Ravenclaw, being able to win the match within 20 minutes when you got the snitch easily. Holding the golden snitch high above you and heading your house cheer, you couldn’t hope but notice a certain Gryffindor Captain watching you from his spot in the Gryffindor area.

Oliver Wood, with his infamous glare that was saying, “Game on”

It went beyond the filed too, since you both shared a handful of classes together in both Potions and Charms. Oliver would sometimes rub it in your face when Gryffindor would beat the Slytherin, making it unbearable at times to hear it with his low tone and his smirk etched there on his face.

“Sorry you’re not as fast as Potter, eh?”

“That’s okay, you’re not as quick on your broom either, Wood,”

Yet as the years went by, it started to get under your skin in more ways than one. The playful banter was becoming more of a nuisance and making it harder for you be more positive. You wouldn’t show it in front of your housemates, merely because they would get more of your case on winning matches. The pressure of winning was getting bigger, and by the time you were a 7th year, it was coming to a head.

Thinking about graduation and life outside of Hogwarts, trying to decent in your classes and not fall behind, and now being the star Slytherin Seeker against one of the toughest Gryffindor teams, which also had the famous Harry Potter at their Seeker.

Great. Just Great.

Your bitterness was showing throughout your classes and spare time, being too stressed in trying to stay afloat and not get your head under water was far too much. It was showing in your work, which of course gave Snape some fuel to breath down your neck for your subpar potions essays. It was showing in your practices, your other teammates thinking you were getting slow in your flying since you would miss getting the practice snitch once or twice.

Their banters and comments, it would be too much at times.

One day you stormed off the field in tears, not having the best time on your broom and just wishing you could hide under your covers back in your dorm. The last thing you waned to hear or deal with was another comment, another suggestion, another “gentle” reminder of what to do. So as you were clutching your broom, head hung low and tears that were about to fall onto the muddy ground from the new rainfall.

“Great practice today,” you heard from your left in amusement.

Oliver Wood. Of course.

You walked past him, paying him no mind as he was waiting for you t say something. You were too heated, so worked up to utter a word to him as you were still walking down the dark walkway into the Slytherin tent. Maybe he sensed how mad you were, the hunches in your shoulders and how you eyes stayed to the ground, since he cleared his throat and was started to follow you a bit farther behind.

“Hey….you…you good?” He asked, the smug was no longer heard on his face as you sniffled a bit and swiped some tears away aggressively, “I-I think you were….okay out there,”

“Not good enough I guess, right Wood?” You asked bitterly, almost sounding a bit pained from it. It was eating you alive, hearing it from not only your teammates but your housemates as well. hearing it from your Head of House, some of the teachers. No, you weren’t going to let Oliver Wood win.

“Come on, you’re weren’t that bad—“ Wood was going to explain to you as you whirled around and glared at him. Seeing him looking rather shocked, a bit worried there on his face and no longer sun as you were use to see it with him.

“I don’t want to hear a single thing from you, or from anyone right now, about my performance, okay!” you sneered at him, seeing him blink rapidly as you kept going, “I’ve going through enough in this bloody year, my last year, and I know I’m not good enough, alright?! I already know that, and I don’t wanna hear it from you! I hear it from Snape, I hear it from my Housemates, my own family too! So please, do me a favor and for once, for the first time since we’ve met…. leave me alone!”

You walked away before Oliver would say anything else, you crying openly now as you left a stunned Oliver Wood behind.

The next day you showed up to Potions class with no real urge to be there. The last thing you wanted to go was go to class, but it was your lighter day when it came to school work and you could spend the rest of your day back in your dorm. You slept rather terrible, still crying over all the pent of stress that happened. Not to mention you were kicking yourself for snapping at Oliver, he never deserved it. He was concerned about you, nothing was smug or showing that he was enjoying your misery. In fact, he looked rather….saddened at it.

Like a genuine friend would.

You stumbled into Potions Class, shrugging off your messenger bag as Professor Slughorn was already talking a bit about the lesson that he was going to conduct. Moving to your assigned tabletop, you noticed that Oliver was sitting there too. He looked a bit remorseful as you slumped onto your stool, looking at the professor and not paying him any attention as he cleared his throat a little uncomfortably.

“I’m sorry for making you cry last night,” Oliver said to you calmly, “I didn’t mean to make you feel worse,”

“I’m sure, Wood” You replied.

“Come on, I really didn’t,” he tried to reason, but you were still looking at Slughorn, “You think I would wanted to do that on purpose? Seriously?”

“You’ve done it in the past,” You explained.

“Well, excuse me for caring, I won’t anymore if that’s what going to make to happy then,” he replied in a huff, you rolling your eyes. Staying quiet, you both were listening to the lesson and how you were going to make the Amortentia Potion. It was a tricky one to make, but doable since you had a good knack of Potion making compared to the other Slytherins in your class.

“Let the brewing commence!” Slughorn said with excitement, you all spreading out to get your ingredients. You only want to get through the class, not causing a scene or making any waves at all. Gathering your ingredients and lighting your cauldron, you were measuring out the herbs and liquids to pour them in. Yet as the potion was brewing and finally changing to the right color and texture, you were noticing something was happening.

Or something you were smelling.

According to what you read, the Amortentia Potion was powerful and potent with the scent of someone whom you had romantic feelings for. It could be dangerous as well, being placed in the wrong hands or not handed properly would result in disaster for anyone involved. It was all about the scents that would come out of the potion, so the first thing you smelled was Lemon Drops.

Honeyduke’s Lemon Drops.

It was strong in your nostrils, making you pause for a moment to try and figure out why you would smell the distinct candy. You weren’t a fan of it yourself, but it did make your heart race a bit. Then another scent came through, taking over the Lemon Drop, this one was a bit stronger.

Cinnamon.

You blinked a few more times, stopping your cauldron whisking as cinnamon was hitting you hard. It wasn’t straight cinnamon, almost like a cologne of some sort that a boy would wear. It was almost… inticing and it made you more confused than ever. You knew it was the potion working against you, working it magic on you since you were close enough. But it was the last one that made you freeze and almost look in pure sock.

Broomstick polish.

Pure Quidditch Broomstick Polish.

You knew that scent since you’ve worked that polish for years. It was distinct and strong, something any Quidditch player should know with their eyes closed. This was becoming more and more bizarre as your heart was beating out out of your chest. What could Lemon Drop, Cinnamon-like cologne, and Polish have in common. Or in your case, who?

Looking over, you saw Oliver working away at his cauldron too, looking rather flustered at his work and almost flushed. It made you ponder at him for a moment before seeing his backpack at his foot near his stool, a few things poking out from the surface that made you freeze and look with such discovery.

A small bag of Lemon Drops and a can of Quidditch Broom Polish poking out from the bag.

No….no way…

“Well now, Mr. Wood. Let’s see how yours is coming along,” Slughorn said in a hum as he walked over to Oliver’s cauldron. Oliver look a bit out of it, almost like you did as he took a step away to let Slughorn look behind his glasses, “Ah, this looks rather good, Wood. 5 points to Gryffindor! Tell me, what are the scents that you are receiving?”

Oliver gulped, you not moving from your own cauldron just to hear his answer to Slughorn. You had no idea why you were intrigued to hear, but seeing two of your scents in his possession was making our head spin. A love potion, coming from Oliver….it made you wonder.

Did you have feelings for him?

“I-I smell Lavender perfume,” Oliver explained in a stammer, your eyes going wide as he went on, “And..u-um Pumpkin Pasties….a-a-and…”

“And?” Slughorn asked, a smile on his ace as Oliver was blushing like mad. You felt your own heart lurching out of your mouth, feeling like this was an out of body experience for you. You wore Lavender perfume….your favorite candy from Honeydukes was Pumpkin Pasties….and…..

“Quidditch gloves,” He muttered. Blush was coming to your cheeks rapidly and your breath was gone.

“What a lovely combination,” Slughorn hummed, moving along to the next student. Oliver took in a long breath, then looking over at you now and see you stare at him with blush on your own cheeks. It was like time froze and slowed down for only you and Oliver, the reality setting in and all of those pent up negative feelings were out the window within seconds.

Something new was settling in, and for the briefest of moments, you both smiled at one another. Genuinely smiled.

Years later, you gave each other Lemon Drops and Pumpkin Pasties on your wedding day as a reminder of what brought you together.

The End.

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