#oliver wood x muggle reader

[firstfirerebel]

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Sumary: Tom Riddle is obsessed with reader and won't tolerate her being somewhere else than his side (Reader is against the hate on Muggles or Muggle-Born wizards)

Pairing: yandere Adult!Tom Riddle/Voldemort x fem! reader

Warnings: Dark content, obsession, mention of the three Unforgivable Curses, implied kidnapping, death, yandere, toxic behavior

Time: First Wizarding War (meaning Voldemort/Tom is still a normal man)

English is not my native language!

I DO NOT SUPPORT OR ROMANTICIZE YANDERE BEHAVIOR!!!

"Why won't you just understand that all I want to do is create a new world, a better one. One were you, and I will rule together!"

"But I don't want that! In fact, I don't even want to be near you! I'll never join you nor support you. Just give up already and let me free!"

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It was another day in the Malfoy Manor where you were captured by none other than the dark lord himself. And another day, where you just hoped to escape or die. Sounds harsh? Listen to your story first...

You have known Tom since your Hogwarts time. You weren't in the same house but in the same year, and even though you weren't close, you did happen to have some lessons together. Never you would've considered him a friend. He was just a classmate who sometimes helped you with potions, and in your free time, you sometimes met him in the libary by coincidence, but that was it.

Yeah, you did find him attractive, but you would have never thought to date him or something like that. After all, he always wanted to be alone and didn't like company. You also preferred being alone, to be honest. Still, he somehow scared you from the beginning. His eyes hold no emotions, but in his actions and his aura, all you felt or saw was pure hate. Tom didn't talk about his past, but he didn't have to for you to figure out that it must have been no good one.

Once you were in sixth grade, attacks on muggle-born students happened, and in the end, Myrtle, who was a friend of yours, was killed.

Yeah, she was very difficult , but she didn't mean any harm towards anyone. Besides that, she was bullied by so many students that you just felt pity for her. You were also bullied in your first years at hogwarts until the students stopped out of nowhere. Since then, you have had problems with being social. Most people who were close with you ended up using you for their own benefits or saw you as their therapist or something like that.

Okay, Myrtle was known for being over sensitive, but still, if people knew she would cry because of mean comments, then why make them? She was in her third year when she died, and she only flew to the girls' toilet because Olive Hornby made fun of her again, which made you more sad about her death. It's not like she chose to have glasses. What was wrong with some people?

In the end, Riddle accused Hagird of being responsible for her death. Only you and Proffesor Dumbledore were convinced that it couldn't have been Hagrid. He was way too nice and kind-hearted for such a terrible crime as murder. Though you didn't think it was Tom either.

But it didn't matter. Hagrid was suspended, and that was the end of it.

Since that time, you didn't trust Tom Riddle anymore. He was the one who made everyone believe that Hagird was guilty. And somehow, since the incident, Tom's aura has become even more intimidating and dark. At least that's how it felt to you...

Once you graduated, you didn't hear of him again, which didn't bother you at all. You lived a peaceful life for a long time. You loved your job. You had true friends. You could do your hobbies. And sometimes you even went on a few dates.

But, if it would have stayed that way, you wouldn't be at Voldemorts' side against your will, would you?

The day that ruined your life was a rainy day. It wasn't too cold nor too warm, so you decided to take a walk in the nearby woods. You loved to spend your time there. All the creatures and plants fascinated you every time without fail. Sometimes, you even saw unicorns, which felt like a miracle everytime Besides, it was one of the last peaceful places left.

War would soon come. It was only a matter of time. Everybody knew that. Maybe you only had two months left, or you still got two years. No one knew except the ones on Voldemorts side.

At that time, you only knew that 'The Dark Lord' was a user of the dark arts. And he hated Muggles and Muggle-Borns. Which was enough for you to despite him. Dark magic was never something you approved, and you didn't care about the blood status of anyone. What mattered to you was always the person.

Usually, the woods were filled with life and joy, but that day was different. The forest looked intimidating from the outside, and you even thought about going back home.

Sadly, you didn't listen to your inner voice. But, it wouldn't have changed your fate...

Once you entered it, you didn't hear the happy cheers of the birds like always. And you didn't see any nifflers running by or other creatures in general. Something was definitely wrong.

But you continued to walk, which would soon turn out to be a fatal mistake. As soon as you reached the river, that was in the forest, you realized why everything was so different than usual.

Death Eaters had chased and killed a Muggle-Born witch with her family. They were on a camping trip, as you could tell from the scenery. But there was still a girl, most likely two or three years old, still alive.

Without a second thought, you hid behind a big tree and some bushes around it.

It seemed like the Death Eaters didn't know what to do with her. Maybe she wasn't part of the plan? At first, you thought that this was not an important mission for them, but then you saw Bellatrix. She was very well known as Voldemorts' right hand. She personally learned dark magic from him and was definitely the most loyal Death Eater there ever was. So this must be a really important matter.

You couldn't stand her guts and wanted nothing more than to just slap her even if you didn't know her in person. Dark magic wasn't something you supported. But still, you couldn't deny that she was dangerous and powerful. Her madness didn't lower that fact.

Since dying wasn't on your to-do lost today, you ran away as fast as you could. Since they were arguing so loud, they didn't hear you. Of course, you wanted to help the little girl, but it was simply impossible to get her without getting caught. And against a whole troup of Death Eaters with one being BELLATRIX, you didn't stand a chance.

But luck wasn't on your side...

As you ran away from the horrible scene, you ran into a Death Eater. They wore their typical black clothes and their mask was on, so you didn't see who it was.

Before you could grab your wand, you heard an angry mumbled 'stupor'. You fell onto the ground and blacked out.

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When you awoke, you didn't dare to open your eyes. After all, you got caught by a death eater, so you being alive was a miracle. You didn't hear any voices around you. It also wasn't cold and wet around you, so being locked up in a cellar wasn't the case as well...

Beneath you was a comfortable mattress. It was soft and made you want to fall asleep on it. But what the hell was this all about?!

If you're caught by the bad guys, you normally don't wake up in a soft bed. Did they bring you back home? No, that would be too risky. Maybe they wanted some information, but you weren't really someone well known in the wizarding world.

Patiently, you waited a few more minutes, but still not even the slightest noise. So you opened your eyes.

You were in a dark room. The main colors were black and dark green. Black wardrobes and black walls. The bed was made of black wood, but the sheets were dark green, the big carpet on the floor as well. No one was with you in this room. Desperately, you wanted to know where you were. From the colors, you would have guessed that it was a Slytherin Dormitory in Hogwarts. But kidnappers don't bring you to your old school!

Scared you inspected the room once again. Nothing was familiar...

You took a deep breath and stood up. If you would die, fine, but as long as you had the slightest chance of escape you would take it.

The carpet felt also really expensive beneath your feet. By the way, your kidnappers were so nice to pull off your shoes before laying you into bed...

Everything in this room seemed to be just made for this specific room. Which frightened you even more.

Suddenly, the door was opened, and you saw a pretty woman (walking down the street 🤣) in the doorframe. She was slim and tall, had long blonde hair that was tied up in a bun. Her tight dress was rose gold with a black cloak over it. All in all, she looked like a wealthy woman. Her face was pretty as well, but she looked like she got a dung under her nose. Weird.

"Get up and follow me, My Lady," her cold and clear voice told you.

"Uhm, I'm not your Lad -" but she was already on her way to your goal. You had no clue where it was, but following her was better than sitting around, right?

"I know this must be really confusing, but our Lord will explain it to all of us soon. I was just told to get you and call you that. Now, please, don't make this harder for us than it already is,"

You managed to catch up to her. Now you also saw that her eyes were ice blue. Matching her cold voice.

"Who are you?" you asked softly. Kowing her name could be a good hint to where you were.

"Narcissa Black, soon to be Narcissa Malfoy," the woman didn't look at you for one second, her eyes were focused on the walls. So you were still in the claws of the death eaters. Family Black was well known for their puryity, not a family you would have gotten along with.

The corridor was huge by the way. Dark colors still dominating. Only the chandelier was white. Did this belong to one person or was it the headquarters of Voldemort and his minions or what? Instead of getting awnsers you only got more questions as you walked after Narcissa.

Downstairs. A few steps upstairs again. Left. Left again. Right. Straight forward. The second right.

Was this a house or a Labyrinth?! How were you supposed to find your way in here? You even got lost in Digeon Ally!

But after what felt like an internity, you both reached a large black table, people gathered around it. A tall man stood up from his chair as he heard you two enter. As he turned around, you saw your old classmate Tom Riddle, but if he was here, he wouldn't help you. If he became a death eater, he was behind after everything you swore to fight. He wasn't an ally or a friend anymore. He was a danger and a threat to you and many innocent people who weren't here.

You tried to hide behind Narcissa. After all, she was the only person who seemed at least a little trustworthy, and she was another woman. Maybe she knew how unsafe you felt because mostly men were in this room. The only other woman was a mad Bellatrix, never ever you would trust her.

"Ah, there they are. Come in, " Tom spoke. His voice had changed, and it was more intimidating than it was before.

You didn't move an inch, but Narcissa started to move forward. Being all alone without someone to hide behind was more scarry, so you followed her, but you were still behind her.

"Oh no, don't be afraid. No one here will even dare to glare at you, my dear. They knew the punishment would be worse than death," You couldn't recognize Tom anymore. The hate in his presence, his voice, his appearance, everything scared you. Back in school, you didn't fear him, at least not for his house or his roots. Just because he was a Slytherin, it didn't mean that he was evil, but now? His opinions were completely different than yours, and this was not a stupid novel of the stereotype enemies to lovers cause he was just plain and simple wrong with his thoughts on muggleborn or muggles in general.

[Funfact: I don't get the hype on this topic, see, for being autistic I got bullied for many years and than reading a story about two people hating each other's guts and than falling for each other just feels wrong for me, you can read whatever you want ofc, this was just my unpopular opinion]

Still, you hid behind Narcissa, but as she tried to go towards a man with long blonde hair and her crazy sister, you felt completely defenseless. The only person you used to know seemed to be the head of everything here, and Narcissa wasn't at your side anymore. Sadly, Tom saw your fear. He went towards you and pulled you in an unwanted hug. Softly, he petted your hair and whispered sweet nothings. As soon as this horror hug ended, he smiled at you and turned towards the others.

"If anything should happen to her, everyone will be held responsible! You know the punishment, now go! We are done here!" As the last word fell, everyone disapparated, and only you and him were left.

And then you realized it. If he could order the death eaters around, he must be the dark lord himself. Tom Riddle, your old classmate, was Voldemort.

You backed away from him but regretted it soon. Tom didn't take rejection good...

"Why are you scared? I won't harm you. In fact, I am the one who has kept you safe since I saw you!"

"Are you mad?!" You yelled back into his already mad face. Wrong choice again. In full rage he stormed through the room and kicked everything in his way. Chairs and even the whole table practically flew through the room.

"Who protected you from those bullies back in Hogwarts?! Who kept you safe from all filthy boys who just wanted to break your heart?! Who killed the mudblood Myrtle so you were safe from her?!"

So Dumbledore was right... Tom opened the chamber of secrets all those years ago. And killed your friend.

"Myrtle was my friend! I never asked for your personal protection, Tom!"

Somehow that calmed him down! Yep, that man was a complete psychopath...

"But you didn't have to, my dear", he ran towards you and cupped your cheek while looking into your eyes.

"Keeping you safe will always be my priority. I loved you the moment I laid eyes on you and I knew that I would always protect you. Look around, here in our mansion you will always be safe. No one will ever harm you again. We'll be safe here! After I've won this war you and I can live here in peace. Just imagine it, I'll make us so many horcruxes that we won't ever die. Here we will raise our kids and they'll never go through the pain of being an orphan like I was", pain and hate was in his voice at the simple thought of 'death' and 'orphan'. But having a family with this insane man? Hell nah, you'd flee the moment you got the chance!

"I know now this is scary for you, and you might think of escaping, but this whole mansion is surrounded by death eaters, the moment you even think of fleeing you'll be brought to your room and trust me, I know how to punish or torture someone so that no mistace will ever happen again",

And that's how you ended up here. Behind you was the man that claimed to love you fast asleep. Yet he was the one who made you go through all of this. Most traumas you had were because of his action. If this was love, than you could already drown in it.

You had no idea if you could ever escape or if even the try of escaping was a good idea. This man wasn't well known for his kindness or his patience.

Maybe playing along would make it easier, but would your mental health take that well? Or would that make him do worse things 'out of love'?

Still, you rethought your first actions towards Tom, trying to figure out what made his obsession start. Was it your look? Your hairstyle? Your body language?

Or was it just being unlucky?

#Tomxreader #reader insert #tom riddle #tom riddle x reader #voldemort #voldemort x reader #yandere #dark themes #yandere x reader #harry potter #harry potter universe #first wizarding war

[whorediaries-09]

oneshot in which reader is drunk and desperate for sex but james feels like she'd give her consent drunkenly so it wouldn't be proper consent, but she's begging, and he eats her out and she's babbling out thank you's

hi love, thank you for sending in the request. i quite literally am in love with it.

meddle about;

pairing- fdad!james potter x reader warning(s)- age gap (nothing borderline illegal), 18+ content, mention of alcohol. (let me know if i should add more) a/n- might make a part two if ya'll want to.

ps- okay so for better understanding, reader is harry's friend and is as the same age as oliver wood.

the slut club early winter event

'cause it's not just a figure of speech you got me down on my knees

you're warm. you don't know whether it's because of the alcohol stimulating every inch within you, or because you can feel your friend's dad's toned thighs underneath yours. either ways, it's a nice feeling that fills you up. to be on a motorbike, your shoulders clad in a sweater that isn't yours, riding under the stars under the lucent light of the streetlights. it's blinding you think, how your heart beats with how tightly pressed you are against his back.

it wasn't supposed to be him picking you up. you had called harry, and somehow his dad was there, a few moments later. you were drunk, and similarity of their features had fogged you for a few moments. you'd successfully stopped yourself from hugging him like he was your best friend. he'd smiled at your dumb found expression, before his eyes raked over your figure, the skimpy dress upon your body. mid november, you stood, your arms wrapped tightly around yourself. he took of his sweater and made you wear it.

you remember yourself asking what he was doing with sirius' motorbike. you remember his grin while he elaborated his explanations, slowly so you could catch up,

'i'm learning how to ride one. and besides my car is at the mechanics. the broom wouldn't exactly be okay if i just carried it to a muggle bar, and well disapparating is really complicated when one is drunk.'

so that's how you ended up here, on the warm couch of james potter, exhaustion dripping of your body.

'hi,' you blink, as he appears with a bunch of things on a tray. he offers you a subtle smile, setting the tray on the coffee table. his hands cup your cheeks, while he makes sure you're watching him, and your subconscious is with the moment.

'hey, dove. i'll wipe your makeup off okay?' he asks, the question tearing off softly from his lips. you stare at his lips longer than you intended to, longer than it was appropriate,

'yeah, yeah,' you nod. his hands work with the packet of wipes, slowly rubbing the cleanser soaked sheet over your face, wiping off your unsettled makeup.

your mind swirls south. his hot breath is fanning over your face, hand holding your face in place while his tongue prods out from between his lips. you inch closer to him, your knees touching with his. you feel the edge of his nose almost touch yours and you shudder. it's a weird feeling of warmth that pools in your stomach when you think how his lips would taste against yours. you wonder how his strong hands would grip you, while he'd rut his cock into you. you wonder how his voice would sound while he'd whisper sensual words in your ears.

with utmost adoration, you look into his hazel eyes. the moonlight beams through the window, enlightening the softness of his eyes. you feel his breath hitch as you move closer to his face, tilting your neck. he gulps, his heart beating against his throat.

'we shouldn't do this...' he whispers. but he doesn't let go of your face.

'but i want to. i need you mr. potter, so bad,'

your world collapses. his lips entangle with yours, as he pulls you closer to his body. he ravages your mouth with his tongue, exploring every bit there is left untouched. he sucks on your teeth, bits on your lip, and caresses your body as if he's got it memorized, as if he's got you written across his mind. he kisses you as if you'd flee if he left you. he devours with his passion, consuming you whole.

you think he might kiss you till you're lips are blue. he tastes of cinnamon and oranges. you're breathless by the time he leaves you, with a little shake. he grunts, trying to scoot away from you, but the beauty of your swollen lips and disgruntled sighs leaving your mouth leaves him mesmerized.

'fuck,' he says. you raise an eyebrow, moving towards him. he stands up.

'what's wrong?'

'no...i don't think we should do this-this is wrong-'

'i need you, please, please have me,' you beg. he's standing against the wall, your hands wrapped around him, pushing him towards the wall behind him.

'no no, you're drunk,' he says. you bite your lip,

'i maybe drunk, but i want you. i wanted you sober, i want you drunk,' you insist. he looks down upon you, contemplating your words. your fingers reek over his chest, trailing up to his neck. your finger entangle with his curls, and you bring his face down.

'feel my cunt, it's so wet, just for you,' you mumble against his lips. his breath shudders. he takes a deep breath, inhaling in you. his hands arm around your hips, wrapping your legs aground his hips. he dives into your mouth, pushing away things strewn across the hall, taking you to his bedroom. his hand fumbles with the door, as he locks it.

he pushes you on his bed, his hands not fast enough to get rid of the dress you're wearing.

*****

it's maddening, the pace his tongue works on your clit. you're over the edge of the bed, your legs spread apart, his face buried into your pussy. filthy moans leave your mouth, as his tongue dives into your cunt, devouring you better than your wildest dreams could ever. you'd dreamt about his face buried between your thighs, while he ate you out and made you scream till your throat was raw.

'ple-please,' you beg, rutting your hips into his mouth. you feel him smile against you, the frame of his metal glasses cold against your hot skin. his finger circles over your clit,

'you taste so good sweetheart,' he croons. you numbly nod your head, fondling with your breasts.

'thank you,'

he shoves his finger inside your sopping cunt, diving his mouth between your legs again. he licks a stripe up your slit, curling his finger inside you as he sucks upon your sensitive bud. he swirls his tongue, spitting on your cunt, rhythmically moving his fingers. your breathing rate increases, stomach rising and falling as you feel the coil of orgasm build within your guts. your hand reaches his head full of curls, pushing his face closer to your dripping cunt. your thighs wrap around his head, and you scream.

'fuc-fuck i'm so close,'

he hums, the vibration sending chills down your spine. he increases the pace of his fingers, feeling your walls clench around him.

'oh fuck, fuck, thank you, thank you-' you slur, as your toes curl, and eyes roll backwards. your hips rise, and he growls,

'god cum on my tongue,'

you vigorously nod your head, moving your cunt against his splayed out tongue, letting your orgasm grip you. you release your juices on his tongue, and he devours you, lapping up every inch of your juices on his tongue.

'thank you, thank you, fuck, thank you,' you babble, mindlessly.

he stands up, his cock erect and huge in all its glory. he holds you by your neck, making you sit on your knees, the fabric of the carpet digging into your skin.

'now you're gonna return the favor won't you, love?' he whispers.

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Young

⊹ genre: Fluff mostly, minimal angst

⊹ pairing: Fred Weasley x Slytherin female reader

⊹ themes: Friends to lovers

⊹ summary: Fred rejected your advances, claiming you’re too young. You set out to seduce him, which backfires. Unwarranted comments were made in your presence, and George attempted to comfort you, finally explaining his fears and feelings in the process.

⊹ warnings: Swearing, third-party slut-shaming of the reader, mentions of an emotionally toxic relationship, very brief mention of drugs.

⊹ word count: 1.7k

⊹ a/n:  I don’t know why I’ve chosen to base this whole fic off of rejection yet again, but It’s completely different to the last, trust. A cute Fred one today because I’ve had a recent fixation on the twins and can’t seem to write for anyone else atm. 

Confidence has come naturally to you since the first day you walked through the castle doors. Many would wager that’s why you ended up in Slytherin over Hufflepuff. You’d never had issues letting people know how you felt about them; rejection had never been a concern or a fear simply because your self-assurance wasn’t so easily deteriorated. 

This wasn’t ever in question until two weeks ago. You hadn’t thought twice about approaching Fred after months of mutual teasing, or so you thought it was. You went to his spot on Gryffindor’s table in the morning, greeting him with a single pumpkin pasty. You waited till he took a bite out of it before making some quip that you couldn’t seem to, or rather didn’t want to remember, about owing you a kiss and maybe something more in return for it, to which he painfully, tragically mustered a chuckle past his lips, probably the most awkward position I’ve seen him in, before finally finding the words to let you down easily.

“You know I love you endlessly, but we’re friends” He could’ve just as easily stopped there, but he continued. 

“You’re just a little too young for me.”

Young

He briefly dated Amelia Farrow last spring, and she’s four months younger than you, so obviously, it wasn’t an age issue. He saw you as immature, a kid. He couldn’t even begin to picture you as attractive in any form. Actually, feeling affected as a result of rejection was unfamiliar; it was scary. How had you allowed yourself to feel enough for a man that your own stability suffered? As a result, you didn’t just feel hurt, you felt inferior, and that was harrowing enough in itself. 

You were just beginning to fall into another rant directing every expressional detail from the twitch of his bottom lip to the scrunch in his left brow when you were interrupted by a loud sigh.

“Babe, I couldn’t live a day without you, but swooning over a blood-traitor Weasley is way more than I can handle for the 7th time this morning”, Pansy quipped after a supportive kiss on my cheek.

“Give me a solution then”, you pleaded, faux pouting while hugging her thighs desperately.

“Seduce him, love; you’ve got the best ass on anyone in this entire school. Malfoy tells me he’s got a preference for it, says he lets a lot slip when they’re off smoking muggle grass.”

“Teach me how. You’re probably the only girl in our year every Slytherin male wants to shag a second time.”

-

It was the first quidditch match of the year, so naturally, you put on your uniform from 3rd year to cheer the team on. Malfoy found your overreaction to rejection amusing, like a fish out of water, to use his words, so he didn’t mind playing the role of the pawn in your game. You spent all game cheering Draco on, making sure you were just enthusiastic enough to attract Fred’s attention. 

The game finally came to an end. Gryffindor just barely scraped by, with Harry catching the snitch. I could already see Oliver Wood pushing Fred about, demanding a valid reason for his poor performance during the game. He pushed Wood off of him and stormed off with an exasperated look on his face.

I caught up to him a few feet away, deciding to skip past the jokes, figuring he wasn’t quite in the mood.

“Hey, you okay?” I timidly asked, reaching out to stroke his hand

“You sure move on quick, don’t you?” He spoke harshly, ignoring my question completely

“Are you serious? You reject me, then get mad at my attempts to move past that?” I shoved his shoulder, feigning annoyance. I knew exactly what I was doing, trying to prompt a reaction out of him.

“And what the hell are you wearing? Damn near sent Adrian Pucey spiralling into the benches with your ass out like that.”

“So I had both team’s beaters distracted, huh?”

“I wasn’t distracted so much as horrified.” He immediately followed

You shoved him playfully. “Shut up, weasel. You’re literally still staring at my tits.”

“You’re telling me you didn’t put that outfit on for me to stare at?” He whispered as we came to a halt just outside the quidditch changing rooms 

To my dismay, I couldn’t think of anything to do or say but scoff at him, to which his grin grew even bigger.

He turned to leave, my brain regaining activity without the pressure of his eyes in contact with mine.

“I put it on so you’d have a clearer image to jack off to tonight.”

I headed back to my dorm before he could get another word in.

-

I approached the great hall hand in hand with Daphne Greengrass, completely satisfied with the way I left things with Fred yesterday, convinced I’d won. The smile on my face immediately dropped as I heard the conversation taking place at the Gryffindor table.

“- he’s even got a Slytherin girl in his pocket, dressing up like a little slut just for him.”

“Tell me, Weasley, does she like it rough?”

“Seems like the kind of girl that’d take it in the back.”

Your heart dropped as you heard comments from miscellaneous men in the house, jeering over each other, collectively patting an angry-looking Fred on his back and shoulders in a congratulatory manner.  

We made eye contact. Before the men at his table sensed my presence, too, I broke away from Daphne and sprinted out of the Hall. I sank by a tree in front of the lake as I took shallow breaths.

What hurts is that every assumption they made about my character felt deserving. When did I become the girl so desperate for one man’s attention that I so pathetically made myself more sexually desirable in his eyes? So that his lust would cloud his judgement and throw me lay at the very least? I hadn’t even realised how delirious I was acting and how painfully obvious it was to everyone but me just how much more I clung to the idea of him. It was like a montage of clarity was playing in my brain, of the way I continued running up to the Gryffindor common room every morning, taking every opportunity to make what I thought was subtle physical contact with him. God.

I let out a little yelp when I finally opened my eyes. Fred sat right next to me, leaning his head against the tree the same way I was.

“God, you scared me half to death! fucking cunt” I muttered the last part, allowing my anger to peak through 

“I had Malfoy help me make sure those guys’ mouths stay shut. I’m sorry you had to hear that, and I’m sorry they were able to say more than two words without me hexing them and their mothers, to begin with. None of what any of them said is worth your care. They heard us talking outside the changing rooms yesterday. They’re all jealous little virgins that have-

“They were things I needed to hear” I cut him off before he fell into a rant that honestly wouldn’t have made a difference to the way I felt.

He looked at me incredulously, struggling to find the words to respond. 

“I was seeking your attention so incredibly desperately. It embarrasses me to think about it. You said no; I should’ve respected that and left it as it was. I took your reasoning personally, and for the way I’ve acted since that day, I apologise, truly,” I continued.

He sighed. “I only said what I said out of fear. I’m sure you remember I briefly dated a Hufflepuff girl in your year, Amelia. I made a mistake getting involved with her. She didn’t know how to separate love from attachment, and it got to a point her dependence on me started affecting her mental well-being, along with mine. Nobody saw much of me during the time we were dating because I was just so caught up with making sure she was okay since she relied on me completely. I didn’t realise  I was even allowed to have boundaries at all in a relationship. She constantly made me feel selfish and uncaring for wanting space or even just time with my family. When you told me how you felt about me, I had recovered from the relationship, but I hadn’t yet allowed myself to consider a future relationship with another person. I said what I thought I needed to say to avoid our relationship turning into the one I had with Amelia. But ever since you told me how you felt about me, it made me realise nothing about us has ever been platonic to me. I have never thought of you that way, and even when I tried to, I didn’t know how to look at you in any other way than lovingly. I feel so much for you. I could see myself loving you so easily. I’m just really afraid. I don’t know if I’m ready to navigate that all over again.”

It took me a while to respond, taking in everything he said in a state of such vulnerability. I noticed a stray tear on my skirt; it was his. I immediately reached out to hold his hands in comfort. I opened my mouth to respond but was cut off yet again.

“I will never allow anyone to say a word against you ever again, love.” He added

“I care a lot about you, Fred. I reacted the way I did, with such force and conviction, because it’s unfamiliar to me too, feeling so deeply for someone. Whatever you want to come from this, we can do. I want to learn to keep my independence through my feelings for you. I don’t think declaring something more than friendship will change things between us overnight, and I think all we need to do is keep being us.” 

“Okay”, he responded timidly but surely.

He could’ve just stopped there, but I’d come to learn that’s never something to expect from him.

“I absolutely did jack off to you last night, though.”

I kicked him in the shin as we walked back to the castle, hand in hand. 

End

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[thecrystalquill]

Can you make oliver wood x slytherin reader

My requests aren’t open but you’re lucky you caught me needing to get out of a creative slump and this request was vague enough to spark something.

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He’d wanted to hate her. Truly he did. He’d wanted to hate everything from the way she walked to the curve of her smile; the way she talked to people, the kindness in her eyes, the laugh that made his heart flutter; he’d wanted especially to hate the green robes she dawned as she flew about the pitch, but they suited her too well.

So he didn’t hate her. Not even in the slightest. Not even when she looked him straight in the eyes after every goal she launched past him, smiling that smile that had him weak in the knees, resisting the urge to apologise for ever being in her way.

There were probably dozens of reasons why the rivalry between Gryffindor and Slytherin was so strong, but Quidditch must have accounted for a good chunk of it. It was no secret that Slytherin’s team often played dirty, but other than the odd sneaky trick, Oliver knew he didn’t have to worry about that with (Y/N). And the argument she put up with her Captain over foul play was impressive; the power and authority in her voice never ceased to amaze him - if the system wasn’t rigged in favour of the rich and pure, he had no doubt that she would be their Captain, and Merlin would she do it well.

People thought they were so opposite, and on the outside it did seem like it. But their differences put aside, they were so similar, so alike, that something like an age old house rivalry seemed so unimportant the second they became friends.

Were they friends? Neither of them had ever said it but he liked to think so. When they first met, Oliver had thought it impossible. But when she’d come over after their first match in third year, her first time playing against Gryffindor, she proved otherwise. He remembers expecting her to be a sore loser, like many were, to say something insulting and standoffish. She surprised him. Congratulating his win, asking about his skill, making conversation. She continues to surprise him.

Now they were getting close to the end of their last year at Hogwarts, homework and studying took over most of their time, and Quidditch took the rest. But they found time for each other. He would help her with Transfiguration, she would help with his Herbology work, study sessions that lasted hours because they couldn’t focus on the work before them, and not to mention how she was the only reason he was passing his potions practicals.

“Are you listening?”

Blinking, Oliver turned his head to her. Her. Sat beside him in the muggle clothes her father sent, Astronomy book sat on her jean-clad lap, thigh just barely brushing his, and the bright red and white shoes she said were ‘knock-off converse’ (whatever that meant); he liked that she wasn’t unwilling to wear red, maybe she liked the rebellion and the look her peers gave her, he liked to think it was because it was his colour.

Clearing his throat, Oliver shifted his weight on the grass. “Sorry,” he began, trying not to think too hard on how beautiful she looked in the noon sunlight, “lost in thought.”

(Y/N) smiled at him, and he was glad to already be sitting down. “What about?”

Of course, he wasn’t just going to say ‘I was just thinking about how we met and how lovely you are and how you look sitting here with me in the sun looking like a literal angel and you’re my favourite person and I’m completely in love with you’. That might have saved far too much trouble. So instead he rubbed his neck and said the next thing that had been on his mind. “I don’t want this to end.” The furrow of her brow had his heart leap into his throat. Rewind. Backup. “I-I mean -er… things’re just good now, y’know? But we’re graduating soon and then what? I’ve been scouted by Puddlemere United, you got a letter about trying for Montrose Magpies which I know are your favourite and you’re gonna do amazing. Everything’s gonna change and I don’t know if I’m ready for it.” It was a topic that had been weighing on him for months, if not all year.

Uncrossing her legs, (Y/N) closed her book and turned on her side, propping herself up with one arm and sitting up to face him properly. “You’re right.” She said, and Oliver wanted to point out how those words had literally never passed her lips before, until she sent him a look as if she could read his mind. “Things are gonna change, but they’re gonna change for the better.”

“How do you know?” He asked, looking into her eyes like he was studying every shade and colour in her irises.

The corner of her lips quirked upward, trying not to smile at the remarkable comparison of his expression to that of a sad puppy. “I just do. When am I ever wrong?” He raised a brow and she immediately shook her head at him and waved a hand. “Y’know what, no, don’t answer that.” She laughed and rolled her eyes at the snicker she drew from him. Placing her hand on his, she gave him the most reassuring look she had. “But I know I’m right about this. Things are gonna change but they’re gonna get so good, Ol.”

In a moment of boldness, Oliver turned his palm up to hold her hand in his, savouring how they fit perfectly together, the softness of her fingers wrapped around his. “But what if…” he hesitated, rubbing his thumb on her hand to calm his nerves, the mere thought of what he wanted to say setting heavy on his heart, “what if we don’t see each other… what if we grow apart?”

But, as mentioned before, she never ceased to surprise him. Instead of the comforting words he’d expected, he felt a soft whack on the back of his head. “What’re you doing putting thoughts like that out into the universe? Are you mad?” She said, scolding him in that playfully serious tone she used to torment the younger teammates. Changing her position, (Y/N) faced him fully and took both of his hands in hers, squeezing them tight to make sure he was paying attention. “You and I, we’re our own team, okay? If anything we’re gonna grow closer. We’ll see each other all the time, we’ll make sure. Who else is gonna put up with me?”

Not that he ever had to simply ‘put up’ with her. Godric, he’d listen to every rant and every digression if it meant he could spend all his time with her. “And if we get too busy? You in Montrose and me in Pudlemere, we wouldn’t exactly run into each other.”

(Y/N) sat back on her knees, thinking for a minute, and he felt like he was waiting for the blade to drop. Then she smiled again, and her eyes lit up like she’d won the Quidditch Cup. “Then we move in together.”

She said it so matter-of-factly, like it were just a simple solution and not a sentence that made his entire head swim. Surely she didn’t just say that. Surely he’d just misheard. “What?”

“Well think about it.” She said, grinning in excitement. “With two incomes we can get a nice apartment and not have to worry too much about spending, we can Floo to work, we’ll see each other everyday - not to mention I’d feel better if I wasn’t living alone. It’s perfect!”

That’s it - he was sure he was going to pass out. “I- y- r-really?” Oliver stuttered out, feeling his face starting to flush and trying to fight it. She waited for him to get his head around it, sat as close to him as she could in this position, still holding his hands tight in hers, smiling that smile that took his breath away. What other answer was there? “Okay.”

As soon as the word passed his lips, (Y/N) threw herself at him, wrapping her arms around his neck in an excited embrace. She was ranting on in elation, spewing words over his shoulder on the new topic, but Oliver was no longer listening, feeling like time moved slower; closing his eyes, he held her right to him and savoured her warmth, the feeling of her body wrapped around his, his arms around her waist. Whatever she was saying, it didn’t matter - she could be talking about painting the whole apartment bright pink and turquoise and he’d be okay with it - as long as she was there, hugging him like this. His mind started to calculate ways to get her to hug him like this all the time: bringing home flowers to surprise her, baking a cake when she gets her job, buying her the perfect gift for her birthday - as long as she hugged him like this. Maybe eventually it might become a habit. An embrace that conveyed every comfort; and then he knew she was right - with her, everything would be fine.

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Golden Trio’s Gen;

harry potter;

i forgot that you existed (ex-lovers) 

summary; it’s quite difficult to forget your ex when he’s the infamous boy who lived, but somehow, some way, you were finally getting there

daylight (s2l) 

summary; after providing for yourself and your two sons alone for so long, you were foreign to the concept of help, and the last person you expected to receive it from was the infamous boy who lived

george weasley;

cigarette daydreams (forbidden love)

summary; george didn't expect to meet the ghost of a hufflepuff descendant when he went for a walk one night, and he certainly didn't expect to learn a truly tragic life story of someone long forgotten, either

girls on film (forced proximity) 

summary; in an attempt to connect more to the muggle world, hogwarts started a broadcasting club, which looked to be a massive aid in you finding more about your best friend’s crush for her. only, you didn’t expect to find a crush of your own along the way

soon you’ll get better (established relationship) 

summary; george was a broken man after the untimely death of his built-in best friend, and as his lover you were at a loss of how to help his grief

me! (accidental marriage)

summary; after waking up in bed with a red-haired stranger and no memories of the night prior, you run off as quickly as you can. it isn't until months later when you're trying to buy a house that you learn that you can't just leave that forgotten night in the past

fred weasley;

death by a thousand cuts (ex2l) 

summary; past relationships were meant to stay in the past, hence the name. however, it soon became clear that fred weasley wanted you back, and was willing to do whatever it took to fight for your love

end game (established relationship) 

summary; all the times you and fred joked around in ways that reflected your prankster reputation, and the one time you had to be serious

london boy (s2l)

summary; after taking the plunge and moving across the world, you are unsure of how to form a new social circle and support system. it appears there was no need to worry, as you soon meet a charming man who runs a joke shop with his twin brother

enchanted (s2l) - NEW

summary; maybe volunteering to sing at the yule ball would mean that your crush would finally notice you, and maybe you could have a wonderfully enchanting night as a result

ron weasley;

dress (bff2l)

summary; why couldn’t your best friend of over three years realise that you saw him as so much more than that? maybe he just needed a glaring sign, and there was no better opportunity for that than the yule ball

oliver wood;

more than a woman (s2l) || one | two ||

summary; y/n was one of many who fancied the obsessive quidditch boy, and to her surprise, she was of interest to him as well

afterglow (ex2l) 

summary; during your relationship with oliver, your friend groups fused to form one - so, when you broke up over a deemed “petty reason” and refused to go anywhere near each other, your friends decided to do something to fix the “split custody” situation they had found themselves in

draco malfoy;

don’t blame me (s2l)

summary; y/n was surprised to find herself relating to the family pressures draco malfoy faced, and it soon opened up the question of... would their bond help them fight back and choose the good side, or will they both be too weak to not give in?

cruel summer (forbidden love)

summary; their relationship was never meant to be, and y/n knew that, but a part of them hoped that draco would be willing to fight for them and their love in the face of familial expectations

call it what you want (forbidden love) 

summary; his entire life, draco had it drilled into him that anything to do with muggles was bad- impure, even. but after his father is imprisoned for life, he decides to venture into the muggle world- just as a temporary thing, of course

lee jordan;

drug dealer (s2l)

summary; if anyone thought hogwarts students didn't have means to get weed, they were wrong - it was a widely used drug within the castle, and y/n was a new customer to the resident drug dealer

pansy parkinson;

this is why we can’t have nice things (break-up) 

summary; you had already given pansy a second chance, but she really had proven that she couldn’t be trusted, and that your relationship had to be ended for good

mattheo riddle;

king of my heart (arranged marriage) 

summary; your refusal of marriage led your father to relinquish permission for you to choose your own husband, allowing him to make the decision himself and ensure the most status and wealth possible. the problem? the man he chose for you was closed off and arrogant

lover (marriage of convenience)

summary; born into a loveless family, you had been denied the opportunity to marry for many years. that was, until, a duke noticed your situation and gave your parents an offer that they simply couldn't refuse - but would it be a love match?

i don’t wanna live forever (ex2l) [18+]

summary; ever since you began dating, you and mattheo had been a fiery and toxic mess of breaking up and getting back together - only, when you finally try and date someone else, you realise that you miss and crave the unhealthy pattern that came with mattheo riddle

…ready for it? (fake dating) [18+] - NEW

summary; following the war, mattheo is suffocated by the association with his father, and decides there is only one way to make people see that he is nothing like him. you, on the other hand, want to prove to people that, in the year you’ve been in hiding, you have changed from the naïve goody-two-shoes you

theodore nott;

delicate (s2l)

summary; when your childhood friend daphne decides to drag you out to her family’s californian beach house with her slytherin friends during the summer holidays, you are reluctant to come out of your carefully crafted shell. and then, out of nowhere, you find yourself relating to the quietest boy on the trip

i think he knows (not actually unrequited love) 

summary; you had fancied the mysteriously quiet slytherin boy for as long as you could remember (since first year), and, quite frankly, your best friend was sick of you going on about it without ever making a move

you need to calm down (e2l) [18+] - NEW

summary; after returning to hogwarts for a subsidiary 8th year to make up for the loss of 7th year due to the war, you are a completely different person, and muggle-born-hating theo finds himself obsessed with you

fleur delacour;

gorgeous (s2l)

summary; you, like everyone else, were drawn to the part-veela fleur delacour when beauxbatons visited, only she thought that you hated her because you made it your mission to avoid her

blaise zabini;

false god (arranged marriage)

summary; you had been betrothed to blaise zabini practically your whole life, and while you moved in the same friend group, he had always avoided you. you tried to understand, you really did, but were you really so undesirable?

lorenzo berkshire;

the archer (s2l) - coming soon

summary; lorenzo's cat hates everybody but you

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Marauders’ Gen;

remus lupin;

girls like me (soulmates) 

summary; after becoming a werewolf over the summer holidays, y/n returns to find that remus lupin, a famous marauder, has an air of attraction around him that she never noticed before

new year’s day (s2l) 

summary; after a troubling christmas with your not-so-nice family, you hurriedly make your leave on boxing day without checking the weather. and, after a whirlwind series of events, you find yourself snowed in with a mysterious stranger

james potter;

the man (fwb2l) [16+]

summary; you hated it. james could go around sleeping with as many different people as he liked and get praised for it, while you did the exact same and only ever got slut-shamed. the worst part? james didn’t seem to understand that, despite being your most frequent fling

sirius black;

miss americana & the heartbreak prince (s2l) 

summary; after making an impromptu transfer from ilvermorny to hogwarts, you are thrust into a world of british boys and pranks - with one in particular catching your eye

regulus black;

back to black (s2l)

summary; autumn was your favourite season of all time, and not even your lack of parents or friendships could ruin it for you. but, maybe a brooding boy in your year could

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Other Gens;

tom riddle;

the loch ness monster (ex-lovers)

summary; y/n had watched their lover become a despicable man capable of no good, and it pained them that he still had a hold over them

she’s my collar (soulmates)

summary; most people were destined to never find the person who was born with a matching tattoo to theirs - you weren’t one of those people, but you were forced to endure your soulmate creating horcruxes and the effect it had on your soul

i did something bad (s2l)

summary; an orphaned boy with sinister plans for the future, and a new girl who is about to discover she may be just as bad as her parents. what happens when they meet?

[more to be added when fics are written]

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[redheadspark]

Hi!! I love your Oliver Wood writings! If someone else hasn’t already asked, could you do Oliver Wood x female reader, with prompt 17 (renting a cottage under different names), fluff? If possible, could it be like newly wed/married for a couple months?

A/N - YAY! This is going to be a bit darker than the soft loves, but I PROMISE there is love here! Thanks for requesting this, anon!

Hideaway

Summary - You and Oliver flee the evening that the Ministry of Magic fell to Voldemort

Warnings - mostly angst but a hint of fluff

“Okay, we’re in.  Come on, Oli,”

You moved out of the way for Oliver to make his way into the little cottage, shutting the door behind him and instantly putting up some charms over the door and along the walls of the house, trying to be as quick as you can as Oliver took out his own hand.

“Lumos,” He hummed, the tip of his wand illuminated as he scanned the little home you two were going to stay in for the next few months.  You were now moving into the kitchen, placing the protecting charms wherever you could that would give you ultimate protection and safety.  With your adrenaline going at an all-time high and your anxiety about kicking him, both you and Oliver did not want to waste any time.  

Not with a magical war breaking out in great Britain.

You Know Who declared war and was now causing chaos in the Wizarding World.  Of course, the talks of him coming to power were at a consistent revolving wheel, with plenty of witches and wizards leaving the country before it would get worse.  However, Oliver was more optimistic that things would die down, the rumors saying rumors and nothing worse.  You two were just married and going to Bill Weasley’s wedding at The Burrow.  You and Bill worked together at Gringotts, and Bill was good mates with Oliver.  With the whispers of war going on in the back of your head, Oliver thought it would be a good distraction for you two to go to the Wedding and see your friend get married to Fleur Delacor.  

Yet, things went south well quick.

Oliver Apparated you two out of there before you saw the first Death Eater arrive under the wedding tent, fearing that they would recognize the two of you and come after you.  Once you made it back to your apartment at Ottery St. Cathpole, you both packed your bags as quick as you could.  You had to be fast since you had no idea if Death Eaters were all over the place rounding up Muggleborn witches and wizards in the dead of night.  After using an expansion charm in your bag to take all your personal belongings and items that would give away your identity, you both abandoned your first home together as a couple and fled, one hour after the news of The Ministry of Magic fell.

Now you were in a cottage on the outskirts of a muggle town, thankfully using both of your middle names as your alias as you rented out the cottage from a muggle landlord.  She never assumed you were both a witch or wizard, and there were no signs of Death Eaters being around so that was a good sign.  She handed you over the keys after you paid for the cottage to rent out for 3 months. Although surprised, she was happy and gave you names of the local grocery stores and shops in case you needed anything throughout your stay.  

The dust was settled now, you and Oliver both sighing in relief as you lowered your wand and leaned against the wall.  Your enchantments were set, protection charms and defense jinks were all over the cottage and even a few yards out.  Looking over at Oliver, he rubbed his eyes as he lit a few candles to give some light to the small living room that was connected to the kitchen.  He looked worn and tired, the months of worrying and hoping for the best took a toll on him and his appearance. The youthfulness he had when he was a boy at Hogwarts was long gone, he was a young man newly married and worried for his new family’s life.

“Oli,” You cooed, walking over to him and wrapping him in your arms.  He melted instantly, his arms holding you close as you two were embracing one another on such a scary night.  The crickets were chirping outside the window, and the cool calm wind was brushing up against the walls of the little home.

“We’re safe, okay?”  You said in your hug, “We’ve both safe and we can take a breath.”

“That was too close,” Olive muttered as he clung to you, “What about the Weasleys?  And Harry, what about Harry…”

“He’ll be fine,” You reassured him as you two pulled away to stare at one another.  You saw the fear in his eyes, not just for you two being on the run, but for his friends too.  He knew Harry since Harry was a first year, and helped him as the Captain of the Quidditch team.  You’ve met Harry before right after you and Oliver graduated from Hogwarts, knowing him as The Boy Who Lived.  Yet Oliver saw him as his old teammate and classmate.  

“Let’s get some rest. We’re safe here for now,” You reassured Oliver as he nodded his head.  You both seemed out the bedroom, tucked on the second floor with a massive view of the road that lead away from the cottage and back onto the main road.  The whole area was quiet, showing no signs of a war breaking out and chaos ensuing.  Then again, you two were hiding amongst the muggles who had no inclination as to what was going on.  The bed itself was massive, barely fitting in the room as Oliver placed your bags on the ground while you turned down the bed.  

“We need to get in contact with my mum and da, make sure they’re alright,” Oliver mumbled as he rubbed his face again and shrugged off his cloak and jacket.  

“First thing in the morning,” You agreed as you were doing the same, shrugging off the dress you still had on from the wedding and slipping into pajamas that you hastily packed back at your apartment.   Once you two were now ready for bed, Oliver slipped in first and pull you in right after, engulfing you in his arms like he was protecting you.

Maybe he was, but you weren’t going to stop him.

“This isn’t how I pictured our first year of marriage,” he said in a groggy tone, though you tutted and kissed his chest.

“The first year of always hard, that’s what my mum told me when we got engaged.  Then again, they never had to deal with war breaking out, did they?” You asked, Oliver, holding you a bit tighter as you spoke again, “We’re going to take this one day at a time.  We got out when we did, and we’re going to be safe here.  Do you believe me?”

“Aye, I do.  I’ve always believed ya, and I’ll protect ya from anything,” Oliver vowed against your hair.  You knew he was telling you the truth, Oliver was more of a passionate partner when you were logical and level-headed.  Those moments you two had back in school when it was simple flirting and then dating each other your seventh year.  

He was teased by his teammates when you would visit him at practice or come to every game to support him, or when he was spotted studying with you under a massive tree outside the school walls.  He never cared, the bravado nature of being a quidditch captain that the other Houses had was not was Oliver wanted to be.  He had a soft love and affection for you, and that carried on after you two graduated from Hogwarts.  Getting married a few months before the summer came with only a handful of people as witnesses, you two did feel invincible.  

You still felt that now, even with the fear of being discovered and taken away in the dead of the night. 

It was your first summer together, hiding in a small cottage in some muggle town, waiting for the war to break out.  You should be afraid of it, scared to death of it, but that fear was slightly masked by your husband holding you close in his embrace. 

The sounds of the chirping crickets lulled you two to sleep, the hope of living tomorrow was still there in that small cottage.

The End

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Can’t Stay Away (Part 5)

PART 4

George Weasley x Reader

Summary: The holiday season brings out the best and worst in everyone. It also causes feelings to surface, much to the Potter siblings surprise. 

Warnings: A tiny bit of swearing, heated arguing, real talk between harry and reader. 

Christmas time was chaotic.

The weeks before Winter Holiday was a mess. Many final exams were floating around, stressing many older students out. One day, when Fred and I were walking to the Quidditch Pitch, we saw Oliver Wood crying and ripping up his potions marks. 

Yet, the holiday cheer seemed to cancel out the school-wide panic attack. The leaf garlands were now replaced with shiny tinsel. The bright colors hilariously contrasted the stone and brick in the Hogwarts castle was constructed with. The holographic green and red popped against the bland backgrounds. Many of the pumpkins used to decorate were turned into pies and other meals for us to enjoy. Now enchanted snowmen took their place. These snowmen were like the castle ghosts, they managed to conjure up their own looks and personalities. A few weeks ago, one tried to flirt with Ginny. 

“Aye, firehead,” A voice boomed behind us. It had this thick New York accent, one I’ve heard in American muggle movies Harry and I had watched. 

Both Ginny and I turn around, looking into the area. It’s abnormal to hear a New York accent in Scotland, sure, but it’s even more abnormal to see nothing around us. There wasn’t anyone in our eye line so we shrugged our shoulders, guessing it was someone messing with us.

“I’m down here,” The voice boomed again. It was one of the snowmen. He was around Ginny’s hip. He wore a tan vest, the buttons almost popping because of the nature of his body. He sported an undershirt too, his thin twig arms showing through the sleeves. The snowman also had a checkered golfers cap on. It sat on his frozen head like it was glued on. Professor McGonagall really outdid herself. “I’m lookin’ to ask you on a date, gorgeous.”

As politely as she could, Ginny denied the request. We continued walking to class, where she giggled as she wrote a letter to Molly updating her on the eventful life she lived. 

My favorite part about the holiday decorations though? The house wreaths. Every year, each house’s student committee put together wreaths representing the respective houses. Professor Flitwick judged this competition previously. Although it’s a newer competition, it gets seriously heated. Last year, the head of the Slytherin house committee and the head of the Ravenclaw committee got into a fist fight during their Alchemy class. It was discussed to disqualify them. However, Flitwick argued for them and said they were just so excited for Christmas that they couldn’t contain themselves. Hufflepuff ended up winning. 

Due to the big blowout last year, the stakes are high. Hufflepuff was hoping to begin a winning streak. Ravenclaw had won about 3 times in a row before Hufflepuff took the crown. So now those houses have an unspoken rivalry. 

“Bloody hell George, did you see those two 7th years in front of us? I thought the Ravenclaw girl was going to slam her plate on the Hufflepuff’s head,” Ron shouted over the loud volume of the dining hall. It was busy here this morning, many students got breakfast as their only meal of the day before studying until the sun was down. 

George nodded, “Christ, it was terrifying. I think she was gripping her plate so hard her knuckles were turning white. All over some stupid wreaths!” He exclaimed as he sat down next to Ginny, across from me. 

I frown, “Hey! I like those wreaths,”

“Of course you do,” George rolled his eyes. Something about the tone of his voice got under my skin. Why on Earth did this boy have such an attitude at 7:30 in the morning? I could talk to Snape and he’d be in a better mood. 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” 

George shrugged. “What it’s supposed to mean is of course someone like you likes some stupid Christmas wreath competition. It’s not that serious. I just find it tomfoolery, and that’s coming from me.”

I can’t help but scoff. Is he serious?

“Someone like me? God, Weasley. You’re such a pretentious ass it’s not even funny,” I slammed the crimson napkin that was positioned on my lap on the table. Shoving myself up from the bench, I stormed out of the Great Hall. I pray no other students heard the argument. Although it was too loud in there, I doubt anyone far away from where we were sitting heard. Unbeknownst to me, Harry got up and followed me into the corridor. 

“Hey,” Harry grabbed my shoulder once we were out of sight. He turned me around to face him. His green eyes looked directly into mine, his jaw was clenched. “What’s going on with you and George? Be honest. One second he’s grabbing you hard enough to give bruises? But then the next you’re both walking together and whispering.”

“Nothing is going on, Harry,”

“Bullshit! I know when something is up. I’m the Prince of something being up. I’m not an idiot. Do you like him?” Harry was speaking lowly, yet urgently. It was just above a whisper, yet his tone was tense and cutthroat. 

“No,” I whisper, staring at the ground. It’s a lovely ground, truly. The wear and tear of the stone shone through, cracks littering the ancient rock.

Harry’s hand returned to his side. “I said be honest,”

Harry reciprocates my sigh, but heavier. “Listen, I don’t care what happens between you two. I do, but I know I can trust you to advocate for yourself with this stuff. I was you to be happy. You’ve stuck by my side our entire childhood. You’ve advocated for me during tough times even if I didn’t know about it. You’ve defended me when times get difficult. I want this for you. You deserve someone else in your corner. If it’s George, I say go for it. I see the way you both look at each other. I know he’s done some messed up stuff but if you hold onto that resentment it’ll only rot the good personality you have.”

“What if I did?” I asked, my eyes finally returning to his. “What if I did, Harry? I don’t know what’s up. That’s honesty, not me dodging the question. One second he’s unbearable to be around and a big wise guy. But when we’re alone, he’s actually not terrible.”

“Alone?”

“Not,” I sigh, “Not like that. Whenever we’re with the group he just like gravitates towards me.” 

I have no words. I just grab Harry and hold him tight. 

No matter the time or the place, we’re at each other's defense. Since we were younger, I’ve been on the clock protecting Harry from all I could. Sure, I’ve failed. A lot. Shit still happens and there is still evil in the world. Yet the sun still rises and classes resume at the pace they always do. We’re all each other has. 

“You’re my favorite brother,” I mutter into Harry’s shoulder. The tears that sat in my eyes began to fall, wetting the charcoal robes he was wearing. 

Harry chuckles, “I’m your only brother.”

As the holiday break inched closer, so did everyone to losing their minds. Many, many students began pulling all-nighters in the library. So much so, in fact, that Dumbledore banned sleeping in the library. In response to the ban, people began just checking out the books and doing it in their common rooms. Even Ron, one of the more laid-back Weasleys, was waking up late due to the fact he studied until the sun rose. Many of the students in my History of Magic class, including George, had bloodshot eyes. 

George was actually slumped over his desk, drooling onto his textbooks when I walked into the Gryffindor common room. Harry had requested a small snack, as he was cooped up in his dormitory studying as well. I had to pull a few stings with a Haywood girl, a family familiar with the Hufflepuff house. Much as the Weasleys were with Gryffindor. All I managed to get him was a banana and some regular crackers, which I suppose was better than nothing. 

Silently, I tip-toed up the steps into the boys' dorms. Technically, I’m not allowed to walk up the steps due to the fact I’m not a boy, Fred and George had actually taught me a way to step without the staircase detecting me. 

I quietly knocked on the door, to which there was no reply. I shrug, deciding to open up anyways. If I see anything I shouldn’t, that’s on me. 

As I open up the door, I see the most adorable sight. Ron and Harry were sprawled out on a bed, books scattered everywhere. Ron had a Potions textbook opened up on his chest, however, he was out cold. Harry laid flat on his stomach. In his hand, he helped a Herbology book above if where his head lay. There were a few scrolls laid out on the floor. Some had writing, others didn’t. I stepped over the academic mess and placed Harry’s snack on his bedside table. 

“Night boys,” I laughed. 

The day exams were over, it was like a breath of fresh air. Many bloodshot eyes and sluggish walks transformed into bright smiles and happy laughs. It hinted that Christmas was near. Christmas used to be my least favorite holiday. Along with Harry. We never got presents. We sat and watched Dudley open all his. When we finally went to the Weasley’s full time, it became one of my favorites. Although the Weasley’s weren’t exactly rich, they tried. Everyone got presents. Nobody was ever left behind. Even if it was just one present. It never went unappreciated by the Weasley’s. Ginny loved making handmade gifts. When she found out about the necklace incident with George, she made me a gorgeous butterfly necklace. Fred and George love gifting their pranks. Ron usually just gifts snacks. Yet, I loved it. Harry loved it. It wasn’t just about the gifts to us. 

It was the family. 

Christmas Eve was charming. Despite the Weasley home always having a charm, tonight was something special.

The entire family sat around the fireplace after dinner. Everyone’s stomachs were full of Christmas ham and mashed potatoes. Ginny tested out a recipe from a Muggle cookbook with the carrots from our garden. The general vibe of the house was high. It was Weasley tradition to pick out 1 gift you made or purchased and gift it to whoever it belongs to. 

“A magician never shares his secret, Gin,” 

Ginny received a silk headband from George. A bright smile struck her face like lightning. She ran over to George and enveloped him in the tightest hug I’d ever seen.

“Thank you thank you thank you! How-how did you afford this? Where is it from? I love it!” Ginny tightened her grip on her brother. A large smile also found its way onto George’s face. Both laughed, Molly aweing at the display of affection in front of her. 

Ron gifted Percy a large bag of only chocolate frogs. Despite Percy’s stuck-up attitude, he loved candy. He accepted the gift with a soft thank you. Although he thought nobody noticed, I watched him quietly dig into the bag and shove the chocolate into his mouth. Arthur got Fred a small, muggle child, chemistry set. It was a gag gift, sure. It didn’t go unappreciated by Fred though.

“Woah! Dad, this is so cool. I’m totally using this in potions to make fun of Snape,” Fred giggled.

Molly smacked Arthur with some tissue paper she had in her hand from the gift she had opened. “Don’t encourage the boys Arthur!”

Fred chuckled, leaning into my ear. “I see some howlers in our future,”

Slowly, the family dwindled down. Ron and Harry ran upstairs to go play with the model Hogwarts Express that Molly had gifted Ron. They didn’t even say good night. Percy hobbled up the stairs not too soon after, mumbling something about a stomach ache. Arthur and Molly decided to use the time to stuff some last-minute gifts underneath the tree before heading off to bed. 

Ginny was laying down on the couch, with her head in my lap. I found my hands playing with her hair. It was soft, and the deepest red out of the family. It was long and incredibly fun to braid. Fred was seated next to me, having a soft conversation with George who was seated in the floor. His back was leaning on the base of the arm of the couch. His red hair was messy, and the dancing flames of the fire pit lit his face gorgeously. 

Ginny looked up at me, “I can’t believe this is your like 5th Christmas with us. You’re so old,” She whined. I pulled a small strand of her hair playfully with a smug smile on my face. 

“I know, I’m basically old enough to be your Grandmother. Your brothers aged me tremendously,” I giggled. The twins heard the comment and voiced their disagreement with a fake offended whine. Ginny laughed, closing her eyes.

Ginny yawned, turning so she was now facing the fireplace, her ear now on my thigh. “Tell me about it!”

As Fred and George spoke, Ginny dozed off into a slumber. The heat of the fire was comforting and warm. Perfect conditions to nap, I can’t blame her. There were a few moments where the girl let out a soft snore. It filled the gaps where Fred and George’s conversation didn’t take up all the silence. 

“G’nite, Potter girl,” Fred whispered, softly nudging my shoulder. “I’m off to bed, want me to carry Ginny up?”

I shook my head, bidding Fred a good night. It left me, a sleeping Ginny, and George remaining. Normally, I’d be uncomfortable. Past me would be. I’d be filled with an angry feeling, always ready to let out a wise quip. However, the uncomfortable feeling I was left with now was one of…butterflies? After Harry and I’s talk, I got to thinking. I realized he was right. I’ve devoted so much of my time to ensuring Harry’s happiness that I was too wrapped up in being miserable. I let one mistake sour what could be a flourishing friendship. Or a possible relationship.

“Happy Christmas, George,” I blurted. The soft crackling of the wood in the fire was enough noise for me. I don’t know why I needed to add more noise. 

He looked up from where he was positioned. He cracked a smile, looking me up and down. “Happy Christmas to you too. Is she awake?” I noticed I was still playing with Ginny’s hair, twisting it in between my fingers.

“No,”

George got up from where he was seated on the floor. As he turned to face me, the kitchen light highlighted the dusted red on his cheeks. The couch was close to the fire. The heat caused some redness, funny. The baby blue pajamas he wore looked too comfy. Like if I wore them I’d die from comfiness or something. 

“Can I be honest?” I ask.

George chuckles nervously, “I’d hope so.”

I nod, “I had this talk with Harry. About resentment and being happy, and…us. I used to hate you. I used to carry this anger whenever I saw you but, now? It’s just, melted away. I want to be happy.”

“I’m sick of pretending to hate you,”

“Pretending?” George asks, furrowing his brows. He takes Fred’s seat next to me, while Ginny continues to sleep.

“Yeah?”

“I want you.”

George stares at me for a second. He must think I’m playing some cruel joke on him. Pranking him like he has to me so many times before. Before I can even think. Before I can convince myself to do otherwise. I grab George’s jaw and pull it towards me, locking our lips. His lips were cracked, but somehow felt so right against mine. Time could’ve stopped and it wound’t have mattered. Whatever was going on, and wherever this goes; I don’t care. This is the only feeling I want for the rest of time.

It wasn’t a long kiss. But it communicated just how I felt to George.

“I want this too,”

If I had paid any attention to the stairs to my right, I would’ve seen two shadows casting down the stairway. 

“Tis the season?” Harry held out his fist.

Fred smiled. “Tis the season,” He bumped Harry’s fist, and the pair quickly returned their room so they weren’t caught. Not that they had anything to worry about.

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Oliver Wood Masterlist Update 3/1/2024

Oliver Wood x reader

You Did It!

Terrified

Take My Jacket

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Trust Issues

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A love story with George Weasley but it was inspired by Bewitched…

George Weasley x Male!Half-Blood!Reader

Warnings: None unless you feel uncomfortable with a 2 year age gap.

y/h = your house

y/f/c = your favourite colour

Summary: George meets a boy from a rather eccentric half-blood family, like the weasley twins the boy also happens to have some tricks up his sleeve.

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Growing up a half blood is a strange experience, especially when you mom’s magical side of the family don’t like your dad because he’s a muggle, it’s not because their blood suprmacists or anything but considering that you grew up in a muggle neighborhood where your mom couldn’t use her powers and you couldn’t learn fully about the magical world, they were a bit salty.

Even though your mom tried to turn her magic down a notch for living in a muggle neighborhood it was still somehow present through most of your life either through your relatives putting spells on your father to mess with him and your mother or through your mother using magic to solve some tedious small task.

Or through your nose wiggles… yes, your nose wiggles… something you had inherited from your mother’s side of the family, you had the abillity to preform smaller simple spells wandless through wiggling your nose slightly.

It was probably this showcase of magic that got you your letter from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Which made your mom’s side of the family really proud.

Your mom and dad escorted you to the trainstation and your mom showed you (and your dad) how to get on to platform 9 and 3/4.

When you were on the station you looked around feeling slightly nervous. You didn’t know anyone here and you didn’t know THAT much about the magical world either. You had no idea what you were getting into.

As you walked towards the train door with your parents you heard a red headed woman mentioning something to her sons about blowing up a toilet.

Your dad then helped you get you trunk on board the train and into a small compartment. You then said goodbye to both your parents and sat down in the compartment.

You waved goodbye to your parents as the train left the platform. As soon as the train had left the station there was a knock on the sliding door, it was two girls they were wearing red ties which means if you remembered correctly meant they were from Gryffindor house.

”Hi, excuse us would it be okay if me and my friend sat in here? Everywhere else seems to taken” one of the girls said. ”Of course” you said and gestured to the seat in front of you. The girls thanked you and helped each other get their trunks up on the luggage rack.

”Your a first year, right?” One of the girls asked. ”Yes, what year are you two in?” you asked curiously. ”Were starting our third year” one of them answered.

”I’m Angelina by the way, Angelina Johnson” the girl who had asked if they could sit in the compartment said, she then continued and said ”This is Alicia Spinnet” gesturing to the other girl.

”Nice to meet you, i’m Y/n L/n”

You ended up bonding well with the girls, the three of you talked about the different ways you were introduced to the wizarding world.

They also told you that they are on the house quidditch team, Angelina was a chaser and Alicia was a reserve chaser but was hopefully getting promoted to official chaser this year. You had never seen an actual quidditch game but from what you’d heard from your relatives it sounded very exciting.

You also ended up showing how you could wiggle your nose to do magic. You wiggled your nose and made it so a cauldron cake you had bought from the lady with the trolley was suspended in mid air. Which they found really impressive.

You were also visited by some of Alicia’s and Angelina’s friends like Lee Jordan the commentator for quidditch games and Oliver Wood the Gryffindor quidditch team’s captain.

There was another knock on the sliding door and through the glass you could see the brothers who had been told by their mother to not blow up a toilet, they were twins.

The two entered and greeted Angelina and Alicia and the four talked for a bit. The twins then turned their attention towards you and one of them asked ”And who is this?”. Before you could answer Angelina did it for you saying ”His name is Y/n, he’s a first year and you too better play nice with him because me and Alicia have spiritually adopted him”.

”You make us sound horrible Angelina, i’m George and this is Fred” one of twins introduced and then continued ”And if your ever looking to have fun just come find us, alright?”. ”Alright” you answered.

The twins the made their way to leave but the twin named Fred turned around and asked ”By the way, did you three know that Harry Potter is on the train?”.

You, Angelina and Alicia exchanged suprised looks. Despite not having a lot of exposure to the wizarding world growing up you still knew very well who Harry Potter was.

Soon enough you arrived at Hogwarts train station and you and the other first years were escorted by the gamekeeper Hagrid to a dock with several boats. You sat down in a boat with a boy with black hair, a boy with an irish accent and a blonde girl.

The boats then started moving by themselves and slowly started floating towards the giant castle. When the boats arrived at the castle you were taken to a big enterance and led into the castle by a female professor who looked like she was not to be messed with.

She led you into a big room and told you about the four Hogwarts houses, Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Slytherin and Hufflepuff, she also told you about the sorting cermony. You had asked Angelina and Alicia about the cermony and they had told you not to worry about it and that it sounds a lot scarier than it is.

You looked around and saw that other people clearly hadn’t gotten the same advice. You could even hear a girl with very poofy hair whispering spells to herself.

After a while you and the others were led into the great hall were all the other students were sat at four long tables, one for each house. The staff were also sat at one big table in front of the other tables.

Infront of the staff table there was a stool with an old looking hat on it. You and the others stood in front of the stool with the hat on it which proceded to sing a song about the hogwarts founders.

Then people started getting sorted and soon enough Professor Mcgonagall called out ”Y/n L/n” and you stepped up towards the stool and sat down as Professor Mcgonagall placed the sorting hat on your head.

”Oh a L/n, havent seen one of you in a while” an unknown voice said inside your head. ”I see you have great potential that could work in any of the houses, so where to put you?” The sorting hat asked itself. You sat on the stool for a minute as the sorting hat pondered where to put you.

Then suddenly it let out a small satisfied noice and yelled out dramatically to the great hall ”Y/H!”.

3 years later…

You were now in your 4 year and not a lot had changed. You were still friends with Alicia, Angelina, Fred and George with the addition of the rest of the Weasleys, Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, Luna Lovegood, Katie Bell, Cedric Diggory… basically half the school liked you.

Which was almost like a curse as the Yule Ball was coming up and you had been informed by Angelina that several guys had their eye on you, including Cormac McLaggen (yuck), Zacharias Smith (never), Colin Creevey (just no), the list goes on…

So you spent most of your time trying to hide from or get away from anyone you wouldn’t like to go with.

One day when you were on your way back to your common room you managed to see Cormac waiting in the hallway holding flowers, so you immdiately turned into another hallway, which didn’t turn out to be such a good idea either…

The Weasley twins were running towards you at top speed and as soon as they noticed you George grabbed you by the arm and pulled you along with them. The twins + you then split up with Fred running into the hallway where Cormac was waiting and George and you running back from where you came before you ran in to them.

The two you then ran and hid behind a statue of wizard. ”George, what’s happening why are we running?” you asked breathing heavily from the running. ”Me and Fred may have set of a dungbomb in Filch’s office” he answered quietly while panting.

You then heard footsteps running towards where you and George were hiding and you saw Filch running in your direction. You needed to distract him but you needed to do it quietly, you looked around the hallway from behind the statue for ideas.

You spotted the door to a classroom so you wiggled your nose to cast a spell to make the door open, when it did Filch spotted it he ran in to the classroom thinking he would catch whoever set of the dungbomb.

As soon as he was inside you wiggled your nose again and the door slammed and locked behind him. You then grabbed George and ran away from the scene.

When you had gotten far away from Filch you slowed down and George said ”Thanks Y/n, thought we were gonna get caught for second there”. ”No worries” you said simply. George then turned towards you and grabbed your arm making the both of you stop.

”There was something i wanted to ask you” he said sounding almost nervous. ”If your not already going with anyone would you like to go with me to the Yule Ball?” he asked.

You didn’t know what happened but it felt like someone had set of fireworks inside you. Then you answered happily ”Yes, i’d love to”.

Evening of Yule Ball…

You slowly walked down the stairs to the great hall in your brand new y/f/c dress robes. One could say you were having your Cinderella moment.

George met you at the bottom of the stairs and said ”You look beautiful” he said with a big smile on his face. ”You don’t look to bad yourself” you said back.

He then held out an arm for you and asked in an overly posh voice ”Shall we?”. ”Yes, we shall” you answered in the same kind of posh voice and took his arm and you walked in to the great hall for an evening of ✨magic✨.

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Around the Corner (Part 1)

Oliver Wood and the Reader couldn’t hate each other more. On the other hand, neither could be more in love with their mysterious pen pal.

Oliver Wood x Ravenclaw!Reader

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A/N: Inspired by the movies “You’ve Got Mail” and “The Shop Around the Corner”. I actually loved writing this one!

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“Here comes your boyfriend,” Cho Chang giggled as she looked down the Great Hall.

I scowled at my younger teammate and turned around. Sure enough, Oliver Wood was walking towards me, eyes ablaze. Coming to yell at me. Again.

“Wood,” I greeted coldly as he approached the Ravenclaw table.

He scowled in response. “Did you do it?” he spat.

I raised an eyebrow at him. “Do what?”

“You know what,” he answered through gritted teeth, narrowing his eyes at me.

A smirk played on my lips. “Oh please, Oliver,” I mocked in a syrupy voice. “Just give me a little hint about what you mean.”

The boy huffed and leaned in close, our noses almost touching. “Someone,” he hissed, “messed with my laundry after the house-elves took it. Now all my whites are pink.”

Sure enough, a pale pink shirt collar peeked out from underneath his black robes, clashing with his Gryffindor tie.

“How unfortunate,” I purred, turning back to my breakfast.

He slammed his fist down on the table. My teammates around me flinched, but I just smirked back at the burly sixteen-year-old boy.

“You’re such a- such a-” he stuttered.

I blinked with mock innocence. “Why Ollie,” I cooed, using the name I knew he hated. “Your face matches your shirt.”

“You’ll pay for this,” he growled. With that, he turned on his heel and stomped over to the Gryffindor table, where his friends were watching our conversation with interest.

The Ravenclaws around me began twittering to one another excitedly; finally, my friend Maggie dared to address me.

“Did you do it?” Her hushed question brought silence to the rest of the group around us.

I smirked and took a sip of my pumpkin juice. “What d’you think?”

~

No one could be quite sure when Oliver and Y/N first began to clash.

Was it when they became the captains of their respective teams?

Was it after that match where they crashed midair and ended up with season-ending injuries?

Was it because of that time they were paired up for that unfortunate potions assignment where they managed to melt Oliver’s cauldron and blow off Y/N’s eyebrows?

Was it when Y/N bought the last cauldron cake on the Hogwarts Express from right under Oliver’s nose?

Was it because of the time Y/N cheered for Slytherin over Gryffindor in that one match? (Which, of course, Oliver took quite personally, despite fully knowing it was only because the match impacted Ravenclaw’s own fate in the House Cup that year.)

Or perhaps it was after a twelve-year-old Oliver Wood received an anonymous love letter, which he jeeringly read aloud to any second-year who would listen before Transfiguration class, not knowing its authoress was sitting only two rows behind him, ready to run to Ravenclaw tower as soon as class ended so she could cry her eyes out in peace.

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Despite my tumultuous morning interaction with Oliver Wood, I found myself nearly skipping to Ancient Runes. It was strange; the subject was not one I particularly loved, but I looked forward to each and every class.

About a month ago, Professor Babbling came up with what she thought was a brilliant idea. Students were tasked with writing notes in runes, which were then delivered to the other class section for them to decipher and respond to in numbered mailboxes set up in the back of the classroom. It had been a silly assignment, with most students sending notes with mocking messages, or dirty limericks inspired by Peeves, or simply signed their names.

But the note I received intrigued me.

In the town where I was born

Lived a man who sailed to sea

And he told us of his life

In the land of submarines

I recognized the words immediately; my Muggle father had ensured that I had a wide knowledge of Beatles songs. With a giggle, I responded in kind:

I am the eggman

They are the eggman

I am the walrus

Goo goo g’joob

The next time I attended Ancient Runes, I was amused to find the note was written in plain English rather than the required runes (not that Professor Babbling was bothering to check).

You have good taste. What other bands do you like?

And so began a series of notes, back and forth, continuing long after everyone else had given up on their tomfoolery. The notes grew into letters, with the topics expanding from music to what we thought of the class to some of our most personal thoughts.

But neither of us knew the others’ name.

I knew the writer was a boy; we had shared that much. But other than that, my only other clue to his identity was that he was in the Ancient Runes Level 2 class (I was in Level 3), which was, unfortunately, a mix of houses and years. The only thing I could figure out was that he was at least in his fourth year since students had to be in at least their third year to start the Level 1 class.

Despite my friends’ incessant questioning, and my own curiosity, I had no intention of finding out my nameless friend’s identity. We had both agreed that the mystery of an anonymous pen pal was thrilling, and besides, there was a small, quiet part of me that was terrified to find out who my confidant was; what if he was nothing like the boy I was exchanging letters with? Or, even worse, what if I wasn’t what he expected?

No. It was better to keep things on parchment.

… right?

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Making sure no one was watching, Oliver nonchalantly made his way over to the mailboxes in the back of the Ancient Runes classroom and stuck his hand into the familiar cubby. Lucky number 13. And there it was: a letter from his mysterious friend. He quietly tucked it into his textbook, knowing he’d spend more time wondering about its contents than actually paying attention to the day’s lecture.

As soon as Professor Babbling dismissed the Level 2 class, Oliver dashed out of the room and found a quiet seat in a deserted hallway where he could read the letter in peace.

             Dear Friend, it started, as most of their letters did. Every year I reread the same book. Isn’t that kind of silly? But I can’t help it, it’s been my favorite since I was 12. Have you ever heard of a Muggle author named Jane Austen? She’s wonderful. Most boys I know don’t like her, but that’s only because they refuse to give any kind of romance a chance! She’s very clever and very witty, I promise. Her book Pride and Prejudice is my absolute favorite. The first time I read it I cried when… well, I won’t spoil it for you.

Oliver smiled as he read. Jane Austen? Pride and Prejudice? He didn’t really know what in the world his pen pal was talking about, but he didn’t care. He was learning something new about his anonymous friend. Something brought her joy, and he was determined to learn more about it.

During his free period, he made his way to the library. He wasn’t sure if the Hogwarts library carried Muggle books, but he was going to find out.

He quietly asked Madam Pince about the book in question, and she pointed the way to the collection of Muggle books she kept. Oliver hurried over, eager to find out what had his pen pal so excited. His golden eyes scanned the shelves until he found the book he needed.

Merlin, he thought as he picked up the thick novel. It’s gonna take me forever to finish this. He sighed. Might as well get started.

After checking out the book, he glanced the clock to see how much time he had before his next class. Seeing that he still had some time, Oliver hurried to find a good spot to begin the book. He had a particular favorite table, near the back of the library, where very few people ever went. It was peaceful, and quiet, and-

“Oh.”

Oliver ground to a halt when he saw Y/N sitting at his table, working on homework. She glanced up at the sound of his voice and raised an eyebrow at him in greeting.

“Wood.”

“L/N,” he answered, mirroring her flat voice, the most cordial tone either of them ever used with each other. At least it was better than their bi-weekly screaming matches in the Great Hall.

Her gaze was unwavering. “Need something?”

Oliver shifted. “Was looking for a place to read.”

Most people would have offered him a seat of their table

“Well, good luck with that.”

No invitation. Of course.

Her eyes floated to the book in his hands. “Doesn’t look like that one has many pictures.” She craned her neck to get a better view before Oliver could hide the title. “What d’you have there?” There was a look of vague interest in her eyes, something Oliver rarely saw, especially directed at himself.

“Not your business,” he replied shortly. He turned and briskly walked off, not bothering to pay attention to what direction he was going in. He didn’t even realize he had walked right out of the library until he was already in the hallway.

Sometimes, Oliver was shocked by how rude he could be to Y/N. But she knew exactly how to get under his skin, how to piss him off, how to fluster and frustrate him to no end. He knew that was hardly an excuse for his behavior, especially when he had younger Gryffindors watching him with admiration, but he hardly cared. Y/N was the absolute bane of his existence, and he would treat her as such.

~

“D’you think Oliver Wood’s smart?” The words slipped out of my mouth absently as I sat with Maggie in the Ravenclaw common room, scanning our notes for an upcoming Charms test.

Her eyebrows flew up in surprise. “Where did that come from?”

I shrugged. “Saw him in the library this afternoon. He was carrying a book, a pretty big one, and I started wondering if he’s as thick as I assumed he was.” The look on Maggie’s face confused me. “What?”

“Just a little surprised to hear you so interested,” she answered carefully, a smile playing on her lips. “You usually sound so angry whenever you say his name.”

“Well, if it makes you feel better, he was an absolute prick when I saw him.” I scowled. “Wouldn’t even let me see what he was reading.”

Maggie smirked at me. “Probably because you would’ve taken the mickey out of him if he’d told you what it was. Honestly, I can’t blame him.”

I rolled my eyes, ignoring the fact that she was completely right. “Doesn’t matter. Don’t know why I even brought it up.”

“I’m sure you don’t,” Maggie answered, smirk still on her face.

~

Oliver triumphantly returned Pride and Prejudice to Madam Pince a week and a half later, who seemed a bit surprised by how quickly he had brought it back. He felt proud of himself; reading wasn’t something he often did for himself unless it involved quidditch, but he had actually enjoyed the book. Once he got past the funny way the characters spoke and the social norms of nearly 200 years ago, he found that the story was interesting, and the characters were as clever and heartwarming as his mysterious friend had promised.

He couldn’t wait to tell her.

             Dear friend,

             You were right. Lizzie and Darcy and all the rest of them were wonderful. I can see why a lot of guys would shy away from it, but Merlin it was good. Which part made you cry? I bet it was when Lizzie finds out Darcy broke up her sister and Bingley. Or was it when she and Darcy get together? I’ve never been much of a romantic, but I can see why girls think that Darcy fellow is a dream. I bet he was one of your first big crushes, wasn’t he?

Oliver felt himself blush as he reread his own words. He hated to admit it, even in the privacy of his own thoughts, but he was desperately in love with someone whose name he didn’t even know. But he couldn’t help himself; she knew him inside-out (well, inside at least) and made him feel safe and known in a way no one else ever did.

“What’re you smiling at?” Percy slid into the chair next to Oliver’s, pulling out some homework. His eyes fell on the parchment in Oliver’s hands. “Another love letter?”

Oliver rolled his eyes good-naturedly. “Shove off,” he mumbled, pulling his writing close to his chest, out of Percy’s sight.

Percy smirked, enjoying seeing his usually confident friend waver with embarrassment. “Come on, why haven’t you asked her to meet yet?” He raised his eyebrows teasingly. “Scared it might be my brothers?”

“Yeah.” Sarcasm dripped from Oliver’s voice. “Fred and George devised a brilliant plan to get me to read Jane Austen.” He paused a moment. “Wait. That is something they wound do, isn’t it?” Panic spread over his face for a moment.

“Don’t worry,” Percy assured him with a laugh. “They’ve no idea who that is, so we can cross them off the list of suspects.” He tapped the table thoughtfully. “But honestly, Wood. I think it’s time. Unless you plan on keeping these secret letters going til you graduate and it’s too late to do anything?”

Oliver hesitated a moment. “Perce, can I be serious with you for a moment?” His roommate’s solemn nod gave him the go-ahead. He took a deep breath. “What is she doesn’t like me?” he half-whispered. “What if… what if we meet, and I’m not what she’s expecting?”

Percy stared at his roommate with a dumbfounded expression. “Are you daft?” he scoffed. “You’re Oliver-Bloody-Wood. Captain of the Gryffindor quidditch team. And you look like that.” He gestured broadly at Oliver’s muscular figure. “Mate, she’ll practically faint when she sees it’s you,” he assured Oliver.

A silence passed between them as Oliver considered things. “You think… you really think it’s time?”

“No time like the present,” Percy confirmed with a shrug. “Carpe diem and all that.”

Oliver nodded absently. “Yeah. Yeah, carpe diem.”

~

My hands trembled with excitement as I pulled out the folded parchment from the little cubby I shared with my anonymous pen pal. Maggie and Penelope exchanged grins as they watched me shove the note into my bag. I shot the girls a wink as we took our seats. They were the only two who knew about my writing partner, and they loved to tease me about my “mystery man”, as they affectionately called him.

As always, class dragged on the way it tended to do when I had a fresh letter in my bag. The moment Professor Babbling dismissed us, I rushed out of the classroom, calling back to my friends that I’d meet them in Ravenclaw tower in time for dinner. Taking care to avoid anyone who would want to stop me for a chat, I found a seat outside, where I could enjoy the last bits of sun before it went down.

The letter quickly made its way out of my bag and into my hands, where I unfolded it and smoothed it out on my lap.

Dear friend,

             You were right. Lizzie and Darcy and all the rest of them were wonderful….

A small giggle escaped my lips. He’d read the book! He’d put the effort in and found the book (which honestly, I didn’t even know Hogwarts had) and read it! Relief flooded my mind as I realized he’d actually liked it too.

             I bet he was one of your first big crushes, wasn’t he?

Hmm. He wasn’t wrong; I would be lying if I said the words “You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you” weren’t etched into my heart and soul. Before I could form a not-too-embarrassing response to his correct assumption, my eyes continued skimming down the letter. There, the final paragraph caused my breath to stop.

             We should meet.

Simple. Straightforward. Not a question, a statement.

             We should meet.

My hands began to shake. It wasn’t as if I wasn’t expecting this to happen eventually; I had even penned those words myself more than once before tossing the rejected drafts into the fireplace in the Ravenclaw common room. Of course I wanted to meet him. Of course I wanted to see the guy whose words occupied my every daydream.

I shoved the letter back into my bag and sprinted in the direction of Ravenclaw Tower. Maggie and Penelope would surely have the perfect advice for me; Penelope was always with Percy Weasley, and Maggie seemed to be running around with new boyfriend every month, so they would know exactly how I should respond.

My thoughts were interrupted by what felt like a brick wall crashing into me.

“Alright there?”

The concern on Oliver’s face disappeared as soon as he registered that it was me who’d crashed into him. It was replaced with a scowl.

“Honestly, Wood,” I mumbled, his appearance popping my joyful bubble. “Should watch where you’re going.”

“Where I’m going?” he huffed back. “Merlin, you sure know how to ruin a perfectly good day.” He shoved past me and continued down the hall. I couldn’t help but watch after him for a moment; it was so confusing to me that more than a couple girls watched him walk by with admiration on their faces.

Didn’t they know what an absolute jerk he was? Sure, he was a good-looking boy, even I could see that. But he was brash. And rude. And short-tempered. And Merlin, could the guy think of anything but quidditch and torturing me?

“-and he’s not even that good of a quidditch player,” I grumbled as Penelope and Maggie led me to the Ravenclaw table for dinner about fifteen minutes later. “Like he’s okay, but is he actually that good? I mean, Gryffindor hasn’t even won a House Cup since he became Captain!” My friends exchanged weary glances. “What?”

Penelope shrugged. “It’s just kind of funny how Oliver could make you totally forget that you have a letter to share with us,” she said carefully.

Maggie nodded in agreement. “He kind of occupies a huge space in your mind.”

“And maybe your heart?” Penelope giggled.

If my eyes rolled any further back, I’d probably be able to see my own brain. “Absolutely not. Listen, I may have had a small crush on him in second year-”

“You were absolutely in love with the boy,” Maggie corrected with a sentimental smile.

Penelope chuckled. “Remember how she used to sneak out to watch Gryffindor quidditch practice just to see him?”

“-but that was before I knew what an absolute tosser he was,” I finished, pretending my friends hadn’t said a word. “Anyways, you’re right, I do have more important things to worry about.” I pulled out the letter that I’d tucked into my pocket before dashing to join my friends for dinner. “He wants to meet,” I sighed. “He said if I agree, he’ll be at the Three Broomsticks on Saturday at 1.” I bit my lip anxiously. “I should do it, right?”

“Yes!” both girls chorused.

My heart eased at my friends’ enthusiasm. “Merlin, I can’t wait to meet him,” I admitted. “He’s so funny, and sweet, and guys, he actually read Pride and Prejudice after I told him it’s my favorite.” A giant sigh heaved from my chest. “He’s perfect.” My gaze landed across the Great Hall, on a pair of fiery golden eyes that met mine with aggravation. “Absolutely different than some other boys I could mention,” I added with a grumble.

Quickly, my attention turned back to my girlfriends, who helped me plan out my response so I could have it ready for our next Ancient Runes class.

~

“Did she answer?”

Percy slid onto the bench beside Oliver, peering at his friend with great interest. He waved at Penelope across the quad, where his girlfriend stood with Y/N, who, as usual, glowered when she caught sight of Oliver.

Ignoring Y/N for once, Oliver handed the letter to Percy with a flare. “She did.”

“Ah!” Percy quickly skimmed the letter. “So, Saturday at 1. She’ll have her copy of Pride and Prejudice with a belladonna tucked in it, eh?” He handed the parchment back to Oliver. “How romantic,” he teased.

Oliver shoved him good-naturedly. “Honestly Perce, even if she just wants to be friends, I’d be the happiest man on earth.” He shot his roommate a wide grin. “But Merlin, wouldn’t it be great if she’s just as mad about me?” He sighed and traced the letters on the note for the millionth time since he’d received it after class that afternoon. “She’s gonna be perfect,” he breathed gently. “I just know it.”

Part 2

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Last Updated: 12/21/2020

Marauders Era

James Potter

One Shots:

The best prankster by @deathlyhogwarts Summary: When a lowkey Gryffindor who values her education is disrupted during class by a roudy group of boys she decides to retilate, and she is determined to win.

Falling For You by @theweasleysredhair Summary: Soulmate AU. After suffering thorugh the pain of your soulmate, whom was not particulary careful about injuries, their identity is revealed during a Quidditch game.

What’s Happening To Me by @harrytpotter Summary: James Potter was starting to feel more and more overprotective towards his friend Y/N and considerably annoyed at the blatant flirting she and one of his best friends were displaying publicly and at the thought she might be falling for Sirius. What was happening to him?

Sirius Black

One Shots:

Drooling like a dog by @deathlyhogwarts Summary: Dogs are great pets, and it´s annoying how all kind of pets are allowed at school but dogs. So when you realize a group of friends frequents one you can´t help but shower it with affection. 

Cardigan by @gcdric Summary: You love everything Sirius’s family hates about him.

Remus Lupin

One Shots:

Scared by @thoseofgreatambition Summary: y/n’s mother has left their family, and because of this the reader is quite scared to form romantic relationships. Remus does his best to build her strength and trust up. in doing so they fall in love.

Peter Pettigrew

Lily Evans

Regulous Black

One Shots:

Mon Soleil by @poppin-potter Summary: Lupin!reader; no-Voldemort AU. Regulus Black helps you with your lycanthropy symptoms

Narcissa Black

Golden Trio Era

Harry Potter

One Shots: 

One step from happiness by @weasleydream Summary: After the war is over, there is one person he needs to see, a muggle that made Privet Drive seem less gloomy.

Dumbledore’s army by @poppin-potter Summary: Lupin!reader. When you help your boyfriend, Harry Potter, you start to notice a few things in his teaching style.

The Girl I Once Knew by @lunalovegxxd Summary: Malfoy!reader. When you receive the Dark Mark the best you can do to keep those you love safe is to play perfect pureblood daughter, sadly, that includes making Harry hate you so he’ll stay away.

Hermione Granger

Ron Weasley

One Shots:

Coffee Shop by @lunalovegxxd Summary: Coffee shop AU; Soulmates AU. In which you meet your soulmate in a coffee shop.

Only For You by @iliveiloveiwrite Summary: Ron Weasley is a family guy and a sap.

Draco Malfoy

One Shots:

Sneaking out and Shooting Stars by @stupxfy Summary: Draco wakes you up in the middle of the night to go watch the meteor shower

two sworn enemies Part 2 by @wondernimbus Summary: there is only one thing worse than being hated by draco malfoy; it’s being fancied by him.

A Beautiful Dream by @angelinathebook Summary: You meet up with Draco during the night and discover the boy buried underneath the pain.

Play Dumb by @willowbleedsonpaper Summary: Ravenclaw!reader. One day visiting your friend Myrtle, you found that she already had company. Learning some things you shouldn’t about Draco Malfoy you become really nervous around him and see yourself in the need to face him.

Carrot Cake by @willowbleedsonpaper Summary: Soulmate AU. You decide to put your own café after the war and you find yourself with some unexpected clients.

Seamus Finnigan

Dean Thomas

Fred Weasley

One Shots:

The Smell Of Love by @leahstypewriter Summary: You remain unranked by the Weasley twins catching one of the readhead’s attention.

Act Like a Gryffindor by @hp-imagines-07 Summary: Gryffindor!reader. The 4 times that Fred Weasley made you blush and the one time that it was the other way around…

Nervous by @hufflepuffgirly Summary: Fred’s nervous about meeting your family, but he really has nothing to worry about.

Blue by @hufflepuffgirly Prompts: “You’re so agitated, what’s wrong?” “You know exactly what’s wrong.”; “Come here.”; “Your hair smells nice.”

Surprises by @acciotwinz Summary: All the times Fred never manages to catch Y/N off guard and the one time he does.

George Weasley

One Shots:

Lifelines by @diary-of-an-onliner Summary: Gryffindor!reader. Your happy line responds to George as you flirt incessantly.

Gryffindor bravery by @heloisedaphnebrightmore Summary: Your shy and quite personality never matched the infamous bravery of Gryffindor. However the little bet George initiates might just help you find your inner Gryffindor, the bravery you have been looking for.

5th December by @george-fabian-weasley Summary: You read him a poem as he laid on your chest, loving the sound of your voice.

Ginny Weasley

Neville Longbottom

One Shots:

Childhood crush by @angelinathebook Summary: professor!Neville x professor!reader. You lost contact with your best friend after the war but neither is planning on passing up your chance when you find yourselves back in the castle you grew up in.

Oliver Wood

One Shots: 

Little brother by @poppin-potter Summary: Hufflepuff!reader. Your boyfriend comes to meet your family and everything seems to be going swell, except for the fact that your little brother doesn’t seems to like him much.

Charlie Weasley

Bill Weasley

Theodore Nott

One Shots: 

Terrible Tuesdays by @gcdric Summary: You get paired up with Theo in potions who defies all your preconceived notions on what a Slytherin is. Needless to say, Theodore Nott was not at all what you were expecting.

Lonely Heart by @willowbleedsonpaper Summary: After years of frienship you realize that although you might not be alone you’re lonely. You’re not part of the Golden Trio and they don’t seem to care when you drift away from them. You learn to be by yourself when certain Slytherin enters your life and change it for the better.

They don’t know about us by @willowbleedsonpaper Summary: Hufflepuff!reader. You are open and unapologetic about your relationship, even with its particular critics.

Blaise Zabini

One Shots:

Chess is for chumps by @peeves-a-legend Summary: Chess is all about sophistication and strategy; everything that Blaise prides himself on. Monopoly is about frugality and… also strategy?

Cedric Diggory

One Shots:

Ceasseless Interruptions by @imaginexmeintheuniverse Summary: Five times you almost kissed + when you finally did

4 AM by @random-imagines-blog Summary: You’re a transfer student at Hogwarts, and all of these changes are feeling restless. You develop a late-night hobby, but a handsome Hufflepuff catches on.

Yule Ball from the Sidelines by @imaginexmeintheuniverse Summary: In your attempt to avoid the elephant in the room you tell your best friend to go with someone else to the ball, and he does. Don’t worry, he has saved a dance just for you.

Fantastic Beasts and Where To Find Them

Newt Scamander

One Shots: 

The Dress by @poppin-potter Summary: platonic!reader. You and your best friend, Newt Scamander, try to find the perfect dress for your wedding.

Theseus Scamander

One Shots:

Care For a Treat? by @poppin-potter Summary: Theseus never cared for sweets until his little brother’s best friend walked into his life.

Tina Goldenstein

Jacob Kowalski

Queenie Goldenstein

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Wine Drinkers - f.w

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Fem!Reader

Summary: Everybody has vices, and everyone has a limit.

Content warnings: alcoholism, cheating, emotional and verbal abuse, allusions to smut, toxic toxic toxic. Fred doesn't die and the war is not mentioned, set during 1999 (Fred and reader are 21).

"You're fucking crazy!"

"Well, at least I can go an hour without a glass of whisky in my hand!"

Placing the glass down rather harshly, he approached her, only for her to take two steps back for every step he took forward. "Well, it's your fucking fault."

A newfound rage had issued within Y/N as her chest heaved. "I'm so fucking sorry that you're a boozer, Fred! And I'm sorry that I force you to fuck every woman you look at!"

"What did you just call me?"

"I called you a fucking boozer, get over it!"

She stood still, unfazed by the carelessness embedded into her words as he shortened the distance between them. "And if I don't? You're gonna run away?"

The mention of her endeavors had Y/N shifting, uncomfortable in her own skin. "I wouldn't have to run away if you weren't an emotional fucking terrorist."

"You still don't have to go."

"And you don't have to be such a prick."

And with that, she grabbed her coat and slammed the front door shut, leaving Fred Weasley to groan in anger at no one but himself.

❆

Oliver Wood's distinguished career as player for Puddlemere United's quidditch team had always been what felt like a dream. Despite his rising fame, the stress of training and loneliness had made him frustrated.

All that changed a year ago.

Another victory for Puddlemere was being celebrated at a nearby muggle bar, the room bustling with players in muggle clothing rather than their robes, drinks being passed around.

Oliver couldn't help but notice a familiar figure bent over the pool table, taking her shot and missing the pocket by merely a centimeter. "Motherfucker." He heard her mutter.

"Need some help, L/N?"

She looked up, dull eyes surprised by his presence. "Wood. I wouldn't expect you to know your way around a cue."

He smirked, planting himself beside her, a hand on the small of her back. "It's close enough to a broom." He urged her to stoop down to her previous position, hot breath fanning over her cheek as he adjusted her arms by the pool cue. "There you go."

She drew the stick back, following through and grinning as the ball fell into the corner pocket. "Not bad."

In truth, she hadn't expected to bang Oliver Wood in the dirty bathroom of a muggle bar, but Fred wasn't her first thought when he was fucking her senseless into the wall. Y/N hadn't slept with anyone besides the redhead in four years, but damn did it feel good to get back at him for their fight earlier that day.

"I never thought you'd come to a place like this." The quidditch player breathed out, her head against his shoulder as they experienced the aftermath of their quickie.

"I live near here, at the apartment block on Oxford. With Fred."

"You two still together?"

"Yeah."

He never minded her relationship status, aware of their state, and his friendship with Fred hadn't lasted after school. It was an unspoken deal, just sex for him to destress and for her to feel something other than vexation.

❆

Christmas at the burrow was always particularly a magical occasion, and never a small one. Children, spouses and friends were always welcome to spend the day with the most thoughtful gifts and homemade cooking.

The young couple entered through the door, Fred calling out their arrival as the family came to greet them. Hermione and Ginny were the first to hug Y/N, pitiful eyes looming at her, flickering in her boyfriend's direction. "Come on you guys, it's Christmas." The elder girl reasoned.

She avoided any interaction with Fred, opting to play exploding snap with Harry. "What's going on with you and Fred?"

"Nothing."

"You're not a very good liar."

"You're not very good at this game."

The boy snatched the card away before she could touch it. "It's been like this for a year, Y/N, we miss the way you guys were before. When is it going to end?"

"What's going on over here?" The Weasley sauntered over, slinging an arm around his girlfriend's shoulders.

Y/N gave him a minuscule smile. "Nothing, darling."

He accepted the answer. "You want a drink?"

"No, thanks. I think you've had enough too."

Fred lowered his voice. "Come on, babe. Don't be a fucking buzzkill."

"You're unbelievable." She whispered back, walking away from him with a scoff.

The entire night was practically unbearable, with the pair whispering sly comments to each other and sending dirty looks from across the table. The entire family could feel the tension, and poor Molly was nearly brought to tears when she saw the grief in Y/N's eyes.

❆

Choosing not to apparate home due to the population of muggles in their area, they settled to take a cab instead, too tired to walk.

"I hope you liked your gift."

"I did, Fred."

He placed his hand over hers, smiling lazily when she held it with no hesitation. "Thank you." He whispered, not sure as to why he was thanking her in the first place. For her gift? For holding his hand even though he'd been a massive dick?

They arrived home, the air holding onto such silence, a pin could drop and it would echo throughout the small flat. Fred gripped her hand before she could get away, leaning in to kiss her before being pushed away. "I can smell the alcohol on you." She grimaced, walking towards the kitchen.

"Then you should go screw Oliver Wood."

Y/N steadied herself against the counter. "Go fuck yourself, Fred."

"No, you don't get to do that. You don't get to be like that when you're fucking my friend."

"He's not even your friend anymore."

"Right, that makes it so much better."

She popped open a bottle of wine, ready for the fight that was to come. "And you fuck half the population of London."

It went quiet, the sharp retaliation she braced herself for never came. No insult, or shouting. It was silent, the only noise was the slight grunt that escaped Fred's lips as he fell onto the sofa beside her. "We could be different, you know? Like how we used to be."

"No, we can't, Freddie." She paused, taking a swig from the bottle. "Remember 6th year?"

Fred pounded on the door to the girls dormitory, and no one dared to question how he'd outsmarted the charmed staircases. "Y/N, open the bloody door!"

"Go away!"

"You're not breaking up with me."

The door swung open. "Yes, I am."

Crossing his arms, he towered over her. "I won't let you."

"Why are you making this so hard?"

"Because I'm in love with you, alright? And I always will be."

The Weasley shrugged. "I didn't lie. I am in love with you, always will be."

"You think we could do it? Go back to being happy?"

"I think so."

He stood abruptly, gathering the stray bottles of wine, whisky and various other vices such as cigarettes, throwing them all into the bin by the kitchen. "What are you doing?"

"Making an effort."

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Math and Other Drugs

Oliver Wood x Reader

You're sitting in the Gryffindor Quidditch locker rooms with the rest of the team. Oliver is giving the team the big pep talk for tomorrow's game against Ravenclaw.

"I don't know why we're doing this. We're going to win," George mutters darkly.

Someone gasps.

"Don't jinx it!"

"Knock on Wood!" A voice yells as everyone, including yourself, rushes forward towards Oliver.

Oliver yelps as everyone's hands makes contact with his body. Everyone heads back to their seat, but you're stuck at the back of the herd. Fred sticks his foot out trying to catch you off guard.

He succeeds.

Your feet catch on his outstretched ankle and you go flying. Your arm hits the bench as you crash, causing horrible pain to spread throughout the limb. Everyone shuffles out of the way as you fall. At first they laugh until you don't get up.

"Are you alright?" Angelina inquires.

"Uhm, my arm hurts. A lot."

Everyone's eyes shift to your arm and they suck in a breath. You look down yourself and groan. Your arm is bent at an awkward angle and it looks broken. You try to move it and wince.

Yep, definitely broken.

You stand as best as you can without the help of the broken limb. You smile meekly at their guilty faces the team have adopted because they laughed at you. You shuffle out of the locker room and head to the Hospital Wing, leaving Fred to apologize to himself.

************

"You broke your arm in the worst way you possibly could. I couldn't find a spell that wouldn't affect another aspect of the bone and mess up the healing process. So you're going to have to do the Muggle healing process. You have to keep this plaster on your arm for a month. You cannot get it wet. Needless to say, you can't use this arm. So no Quidditch. Do you understand Y/N?"

You sigh.

"Yes Madam Pomfrey."

"Good, sweetheart. Now lie down and get some rest. You're going to need it, my dear."

****************

By the end of the day, everyone has heard the story of how you broke your arm- but not the actual truth.

You spread your own rumors so that no one but the team knows that you actually injured yourself so severely by being tripped.

"They tried to arm wrestle the Giant Squid!"

"They got into a fight with the Hippogriff!"

"They tried to punch Dumbledore and hurt themselves trying!"

And don't forget your personal favorite:

"One of their kinks is pain. They broke their own arm just to get turned on."

****************

The next day, Oliver finds you at dinner in the Great Hall. He sits by you and immediately starts speaking.

"We won the game against Ravenclaw. Now we're up against the Slytherins. It's a pity that you can't play. I'm not sure if we'll be able to find someone to match your skill, much less-"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. What are you on about? Of course I'm playing."

He pauses and gives you an incredulous look.

"Pomfrey specifically told me no Quidditch. You have to keep that thing on your arm for a month."

"So what if I broke my arm? I'm still doing it."

"But-"

"Replace me, and you'll replacing your bits."

He wisely shuts his mouth and doesn't bring it up again.

***************

As promised, you played in the game. It hurt like hell and you knew that Pomfrey was going to be pissed, but you did it.

And Gryffindor won.

Oliver tried to talk to you after the game.

"Y/N, you shouldn't have-"

You hold up your hand to stop him.

"Did we win?"

"Well, yeah, but-"

"That's all that matters."

And you leave him there staring blankly at you.

***************

You're in History of Magic staring off into space as Professor Binns drones on in a monotone. You hear Oliver start speaking and turn slightly to find him sitting behind you with one of his friends. You try not to listen, but it's really difficult when he's way more interesting than Professor Binns ever will be.

"I want to be their boyfriend. I want to hold them. I want to hug them. I want to kiss them!"

As your jaw clenches, you really wish you hadn't listened because now you feel undeniably jealous.

You barely manage to hear his friend reply, "Dude, you're crackin' up."

You hear Oliver sigh and you return your attention back to the wall.

***************

You huff in frustration as you stare at the parchment in front of you. Everyone else is eating and laughing with friends, but not you. No, you just had to procrastinate.

You feel a presence sit down next to you. You turn and see Oliver.

"Morning L/N."

"Morning Wood."

You try to keep a straight face at your greeting but can't manage it. You burst out laughing. He glances down at your parchment.

"Are you doing homework that's due next period?"

"Yes, I'm doing homework that's due in fifteen minutes. Your point is?"

He raises his hands in mock surrender. He focuses back on your paper again.

"What class is this for anyways?"

You scowl at the offensive parchment.

"Muggle Studies. This is Muggle math. Math is one letter away from meth and guess which one I'd rather do.*"

"Remove the last two letters of meth and then you'll have something you should be doing.**"

You drop your jaw at how smooth that was as you look at Oliver biting his bottom lip and grinning.

"Good one Wood," you compliment.

"Good enough to earn me a date to Hogsmeade?" He asks hopefully.

You bite your lip as you nod.

"Yeah, it was that good."

"Awesome. Uhm, shouldn't you finish the math before you have to turn it in?"

"Oh yeah! I should. Thanks."

"Anytime. See ya Saturday Y/N."

"See ya then Oliver."

A/N: I didn't create the * and **. I got it from a Tumblr post.

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[emf005]

Knock On Wood

Oliver Wood x Reader

Warnings: The Puns are real, fighting, fluff... (Let me know if I missed anything!)

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What a lovely day to bother the Gryffindor quidditch captain, Oliver Wood. You swung your legs off Fred’s lap and ruffled George’s hair as you went to your dorm.

“Where are you off to?” George asked, tossing the pranking ball at you. You caught it and tossed it right back before it could release the gas from inside that smelt like a dead skunk bathed in vomit, a smell of your own invention you were proud to say.

“I overheard that Ollie was going down to the pitch for some extra practice. Think I need some work on my,” you flipped your hair dramatically. “Chasing.” The two scoffed at your horrible pun, considering you were the best Chaser in all of Hogwarts. Both figuratively and metaphorically. You ran up stairs and grabbed your gloves, threw on your riding boots and grabbed your broom. Everything you owned was pretty worn out, you were muggle born and your family wasn’t exactly the richest. Actually you were poorer than the Weasleys', and there were only four of you!

They looked back up at you as you jumped the last four stairs and walked out of the room to go bug the keeper. You loved bugging Wood. His name was meant for puns. It's just perfect! I mean, Oliver, obviously a good nickname for him was Ollie, which he pretended to hate. And then Wood. There were so many there. And then he was a Keeper. Like, he just made it too easy for you!

“Ollie!” You called happily from the bottom of the pitch. He glanced down and you could hear his eye roll. You flew up and met the Keeper in the air. “What a surprise meeting you up here, hun!” He rolled his eyes and turned his broom around so you wouldn't see the blush on his cheeks from the nickname you had given him. Well, one of the many nicknames you had given him.

“What do you want, Y/L/N. I’m practicing here.” You frowned and leaned forward on your broom.

“Maybe I wanted to practice with you, Ollie. I’m hurt you want me to leave so soon. I got all dressed up just to see you.” He glanced at your attire.

“Honored. You should really get new riding gloves and boots,” he mentioned.

“Yeah, they’re on my list right next to a cyclops.” He rolled his eyes at your sarcasm. “Come on Wood, I bet I can get a few past you,” you grinned, sitting back up on your broom.

“Ha! You wish, Y/L/N!”

“Scared?”

“Never.”

“Then Wood you go get the ball and we can have a go at it!” He groaned at you pun.

“Stop it.

“Stop what? I just told you to go get the ball,” he flew down and started to walk away from you.

“You know what!” You smirked. He showed back up a few minutes later as you were speeding around the pitch. He watched you go in awe at how fast you were flying. How perfect your form was. And how good you looked doing it.

Stop it. He told himself as he called up to you. He tossed up the Quaffle and you zoomed over catching it in one fluid motion, going so fast you nearly knocked him off his feet.

“Lets go, Ollie!” You shouted down to him, tossing it up in the air and catching it. “I gotta beat you by four!” He mounted his broom and flew up to you.

“Why? What's at four.”

“Fred, George, and I have some… business to attend to.”

“Which hallway do I have to avoid this time?” He sighed, making his way to the posts.

“There's no fun in that, Olive oil! You might stop people like you did last time,” you pouted.

“Did you just call me Olive oil?”

“Your name is Oliver, did you not expect me to make an olive pun?”

“I was hoping.”

“I guess you could say you were-”

“Don’t do it.”

“Knocking on Wood.” You smiled.

“I hate you.”

“Nah. You love me,” you blew him a kiss making his cheeks heat.

The game was close the whole time, but you ended up winning by one point. Though, he did not accept his defeat.

“That wasn’t fair!”

“Just because you were too busy laughing at my joke, Ollie, doesn’t mean it wasn’t fair. You always tell me to be more focused. Maybe you should follow your own advice instead of gazing longingly at me,” you joked as the two of you headed to the locker room.

“I don’t gaze longingly,” he rolled his eyes.

“Yeah ya do, mate,” George said, coming over and putting an arm around your shoulders.

“Only at her though,” Fred clarified, doing the same thing on the other side of you. You laughed at the two trouble makers.

“I’m just flawless, he can’t help it. Right, Ollie?” You joked, but he just stalked off to the showers frustrated. You frowned and creased your eyebrows. You didn't take it too far, did you? “Did I say something offensive?”

“No.” they said together, smirks on their faces.

“Hey, Ollie!” You yelled to Oliver, running towards him in your Gryffindor uniform. It was the Slytherin v.s. Gryffindor match today, and you were ready to kick some serpent ass. Oliver just nodded to you and kept walking. You frowned and stopped watching him go. What was that? Fred and George came up behind you.

“What was that about?” George asked. You shook your head and looked after the boy you longed to talk to. It was a well known fact amongst the three of you that you liked him. They had tried to get you to tell him on multiple occasions, but every time you went to say something, a pun just came out because of your nerves.

Harry came over to the three of you and looked past you to see Wood walking away with his shoulders a bit slumped.

“He’s been like that all day.” Harry said, shaking his head. “Don't know what's gotten into him. Maybe throw him a pun or two today, Y/N. Looks like he needs one.” Harry left you three to stare after Wood as he made his way to where the majority of the team was, ready to walk out and begin the game against the Serpents’ house.

Brutal. That was the only way to describe how they played. Well, that was also how your team played. The rivalry between the houses fueling the urge to win. Skill increased, adrenaline flooded through everyone on the pitch. Rooms zoomed through the air, the wind combined with the cheers and boos from the crowd was deafening.

It was brilliant.

Y/N zoomed through the air perfectly, avoiding everyone as she threw the Quaffel into the top goal post. Gryffindor cheered and she smiled, flying her broom around in victory as the Slytherin’s booed her. Y/N watched the Quaffle get tossed around by a few Slytherin’s and zoomed over to them. As it was tossed in the air she intersected it and flew around towards the Slytherin side again, scoring yet another goal. The Slytherins sneered at you and, unbeknownst to you, had a plan up their sleeves.

The Quaffle was tossed to you again and then you were being chased, but this wasn't your normal chase. You had two Slytherin players in front and back and two on your sides.

You swore to yourself as they got closer. Suddenly they all just dispersed. You were far up in the clouds at this point and it was hard to see. You began to speed back down when something hit you in the head, knocking you off your broom.

You fell. You heard screaming, but you didn’t know if it was you or someone else. You felt yourself slow down but you were still going fast, the Quaffle still tightly in your grasp as you hit the ground. Everything went black.

Wood watched the Slytherin team surround you and take you up into the clouds. What were they planning? The team dispersed and flew back into view, but you weren’t anywhere to be seen. Then he saw your figure falling. His heart stopped. Dumbledore cast a spell to slow you down but you were still going too fast.

“Y/N!” him and the twins cried in unison, flying down to meet you on the ground. Your body bounced and you were out cold. The rest of the quidditch game was canceled and everyone made their way out onto the field to see what happened, Madam Hooch in front of them all. The three boys stared down at you unmoving body thinking that the fall killed you. The Slytherin’s walked off the field, not caring anymore. They had won. But that wasn’t the reason Oliver Wood’s blood was boiling. They had hurt you and that was not ok. Ever.

Madam Hooch took you to the hospital wing and Fred and George were about to follow when they noticed Oliver heading towards the Slytherin shower area with his fists clenched. They followed.

“Oi!” The boys clad in green turned around at his voice. “Was that really necessary? She could’ve died!” Marcus Flint scoffed.

“Not our problem.” Wood clenched his jaw.

“It is your problem.”

“Why, pissed off we hurt your mudblood girlfriend? Can’t even buy herself proper riding-” Flint didn't get to finish his statement thanks to Wood’s fist in his face. He stumbled back and Fred and George grabbed Wood’s arms pulling him away form the fight.

“Say that again. I fucking dare you!”

“Wood, shut up mate!” Fred hissed, struggling to pull him away.

“Lets go right now! I’ll fucking take you all down. Right here right now! Lets go!”

“Wood!” George hissed. “No. If you won’t come with us for your own sake, at least do it for her sake.” Wood growled, making the twins lean back. He just growled. They had never seen him get so defensive over something. So protective.

“Yeah! Go running to your mudblood girlfriend, Ollie.” The three froze. The twins dropped Wood’s arms and in three seconds he was on top of the Slytherin’s beating the lot of them to a pulp. They looked at each other and slowly backed away.

Wood could take care of himself. That much had always been clear. But this… This was just horrifying.

You started to stir a bit, everything in your body aching, you head pounding. You felt sticky, but not your normal sweaty sticky. You groaned and opened your eyes. The lights of the infirmary blinded you a bit.

“Y/N?” The twins? Your eyes adjusted and you saw two redheads staring at you from above. It all came back to you and your blood boiled. “How do you feel?”

“Can I please have a knife?”

“First off, no.”

“Second off, why?”

“I am going to stab each and everyone of those Slytherin pricks so they bleed and hurt and beg me for mercy.” You groaned.

“She’s up?” Your head snapped up at Wood’s voice, but you couldn't see him.

“Yeah.”

“But she’s in a killing mood again.” The twins patted your leg, silently telling you they’d be back later. Oliver came and sat by you, you turned your head so you could see him.

“You look good.” you smirked sarcastically.

“Yeah well, you don't look picture perfect either.” You cringed mockingly.

“That hurt Ollie. Almost as much as these broken bones.”

“You're lucky you're not dead.”

“I mean, there's still time for that. So…” you stabbed his shoulder three time with your fist. “Knock on wood.” He let out a laugh and you smiled.

“You laughed.” He looked at you.

“Yeah. Why do you sound so surprised?”

“Because you never laugh. Why do you think I always try? Who knew falling off my broom would get you to laugh.” “Yeah, well. Don’t go doing that again. You gave me quite the scare.” You laughed, cringing at the way you felt your ribs shift. He looked panicked. “What happened? Do I need to get Madam Pomfrey?”

“Relax, Ollie. It was just my ribs shifting. Nothing to over react about. So, what did happen to that pretty face of your? You look like a woodpecker attacked you.”

“You really can’t turn the puns off can you?”

“I just got to get Olive them out.”

“Wow. That's pathetic.”

“You never answered my question. Are you alright?”

“I just had a row with the Slytherin team. They called you a few… unsavory words.”

“Pour mudblood?” You asked without breaking. His eyes widened, surprised to hear you say the slur. You shrugged. “Yeah. They say that a lot.”

“And you’re just fine with that?”

“Well, I mean. No. But, what am I going to do about it? Take on all of Slytherin house?”

“I did.”

“Which was incredibly stupid. Why would you even do that?”

“Because they insulted you!”

“Ollie, why does that matter? I’m no one important!”

“Yes you are!”

“Really? To who?”

“The twins! The team! To me!” You fell silent and he heard what he said. He was about to cover it up.

“I’m important to you?” He swallowed.

“Yeah. Always have been.” He grabbed your hand and squeezed it. “Always will be. Y/N." He started to gain more confidence. "I have been in love with you since our first year when you made a Woody woodpecker joke at my expense. Whoever that is.” You laughed, remembering the cartoon.

“Why didn’t you ever say anything?”

“Because I was scared.”

“I scare the Oliver Wood? That's an accomplishment.”

“I’m trying to confess my feelings here!”

“If you just kiss me, I think I’ll get the hint!”

“Fine!”

“Fine!” He grabbed your face and, as gently as his adrenalin allowed him, brought it to his, putting his lips on yours, finally. You two would have continued to make out if not for a clearing of someone’s throat. Oliver disconnected your lips and looked back to see Madam Pomfrey.

“Miss. Y/L/N needs her rest, Mr. Wood. I am well aware of you two strained and prolonged crushes and am glad to see you two have finally stopped acting like buffoons and gotten to it already. But she has just fallen from an extraordinary height so it is appreciated if you would keep it to a minimum until she is well enough to at least walk.” She turned on her heels and walked out. You started to laugh and Oliver placed a kiss on your cheek.

“When you finally get out of here, I’ll make sure you won’t be able to,” he whispered into your ear. He pulled back with a smirk on his face and you gaped at him.

“Ollie!” You laughed. “Didn’t know you had that side to you.”

“Lots of things you don’t know, love.” he kissed your head. “Get some rest.” You smiled, your eyes already closing.

“M’kay, Ollie.” You were on the verge of sleep when you muttered out a question. “Hey, Ollie?”

“Yes, love?”

“You’ll still kiss me when I wake up, right?” He chuckled.

“I don't think I can stop now.” You smiled, sleepily.

“Good. I don't want you to.” You fell asleep and he watched you for a moment.

“Neither do I.”

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Ash & Skylight Part 1

This is currently planned to be a mid-length story between You/Reader, Charlie Weasley, and Oliver Wood. 

Summary: All you’ve ever wanted in life was to know where exactly you could plant your feet in the ground and grow into yourself. Clearly, you never meant to fall for a certain ginger-haired, freckly, dragon-chaser called Charlie Weasley. Even moreso, you certainly never meant to invite in a particular overly-competitive, Quidditch fanatic named Oliver Wood into your life. And yet, perhaps there is something to be found in the skies, after all; perhaps there is a bit of promise in risking it all in the wide, blue world above. 

[Multi-Post Story] [Charlie Weasley x Reader] [Oliver Wood x Reader]  [Warning: Story Contains Explicit Smut.] [Warning: If you don’t like sad endings, this one may not be for you.]

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You were the first in your family to learn that you were magical. Your mother had always shown traits, but she hadn’t known that it was magic, this spark that she could sometimes feel running through her veins. So, she had always marked it off as “pure coincidence.” But for you, your formal Hogwarts letter arrived, marking you as a witch.

You first saw Hogwarts in all its glory when you took the boat across the dark waters of the Great Lake. Upon seeing the glorious, mystical castle, your mouth dropped open. In that moment, you felt as though you had been plucked from millions of people to become a royal.

However, although you were fascinated with this new world of magic, it also frightened you. How were you supposed to know who to be, when your very core had been revealed to contain more possibilities than you could have previously imagined?

It was that much more wondrous for you to learn that you were magical because you had never been especially talented at anything in the Muggle world. You weren’t particularly good at school, nor were you popular, nor did you seem to have any developed sense of athleticism. But here, you were hopeful all over again that you could be somebody to yourself, even if to no one else.

The thought of a new beginning filled you with so much energy that you rarely slept in your first year Before you knew it, you found yourself wandering about the castle grounds at daybreak, flitting here and there between the trees in the Forbidden Forest, traipsing through the beautiful glass structure of the Boat House, and even peeking out at the Quidditch fields, before anyone else in the castle was up.

That early morning felt like your time to become secretly acquainted with your new life, and you felt a measure of peace after you’d had your mornings to yourself.

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However, after about a week or so, you started to notice a small figure intruding in on your mornings. A rather flimsy-looking young boy, clearly also a first-year, had started to appear on the Quidditch fields at the crack of dawn to stare up at the golden hoops.

At first, you secretly tailed him and stared up at the golden hoops, too, imitating his wonder. But after a few days of this, you finally admitted to yourself that you didn’t get it, and you turned away and left the young boy alone to his own brand of strangeness.

You were always slightly resentful of this young boy for taking away your perfect solitude on the Hogwarts grounds. You knew this was perfectly ridiculous. The grounds didn’t belong to you; they were for everybody at the school. Yet, somehow, it felt as though he had taken away a delicious secret from you. Now, you always had to be careful not to provoke him into telling others – that is, you had to be careful not to bump into him and let him see you in your uncertain, dreaming state.

For Hogwarts was entirely your world of fantasy, save for this one annoying smidgen bravely standing alone on the Quidditch pitch morning after morning – and that smidgen, you soon learned, went by the name of “Oliver Wood.”

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Five Years Later

You were studying in the common room when the Gryffindor Quidditch team trooped in. They were absolutely filthy with mud.

You glowered at them. As Gryffindor prefect, it was your responsibility to keep the common room tidy, and the Quidditch team was collectively one of your biggest nemeses.

Catching your furious glare, Fred Weasley immediately chirped up, “Well, look who couldn’t be more pleased to see us, eh?”

Charlie Weasley looked over at you, and he instantly recognized why you were so upset. But he merely informed you, “Don’t even bother with us. Wood, all by himself, is ten times worse.”

“Oh yeah?” You stood up, ready to berate Wood for not reminding his Quidditch team to clean up outside, as you had asked him to do several times now. But the named culprit wasn’t among his teammates. “Where is Wood, anyhow?”

“Oh,” Alicia Spinnet said airily, “he’s still practicing.”

Your eyes widened. “You mean he’s still out on the Pitch? At this hour?”

Alicia nodded. “He considers it a good exercise to practice when the sun is low.”

You glanced out the window. Then, you sputtered out, “The sun is not low. The sun is gone! Merlin, if Filch catches Wood again, that’s another twenty points gone for Gryffindor.”

“Filch promised to up it to thirty next time,” George Weasley said wisely.

“Well, for Merlin’s sake, why didn’t you bring him up here with you?” you asked exasperatedly.

“Because,” Angelina Johnson told you, “when Oliver uses his ‘Captain’ voice, there’s no disobeying him.” 

Hearing this, Alicia looked over at Katie Bell, and the two of them laughed brightly.  

“What?” you said, confused. “Why not?”

“Oh,” you’ve just got to hear it for yourself. It makes you tingle all over,” Katie said, still giggling a little. “Anyways, I’m off. G’night.”

Fred looked at Katie with a disgusted expression as she left.

George, meanwhile, shook his head solemnly. In a mock-serious voice, he said, “Women.”

“Men,” Angelina shot back snarkily.

George and Angelina’s eyes met, and they both burst out laughing.

With that, the team dispersed, leaving you standing by yourself for a long while. You fought with yourself in your head, until finally – You growled, and slamming your book shut, you raced out of the common room, determined to find Oliver Wood and drag him back in before curfew.

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As soon as you came running into the Quidditch Pitch, you planted yourself at the mouth of the stadium and bellowed, “Oliver Wooooood!”

A figure lithely swooped down from the air and landed before you in a long skid, spraying you all over with mud and grass.  

The showmanship of Oliver Wood didn’t last for long, however, as you stormed over and furiously yanked him off his broom.

“How – many – times -?” you said through gritted teeth.

“All right, I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” Oliver said, trying desperately to get his other leg over the broomstick so he wouldn’t trip onto you. “I just… lost track of time.”

“You’ve been using that excuse since forever! Learn to tell time! For Merlin’s sake, we’re due to take O.W.L.s in less than a year, and you don’t know how to read time? You’re hopeless, Wood!” you yelled back tiredly.

Oliver looked at you with rather reproachful eyes. “But this match is really important, you know.”

“Oliver, truly, you say that about every single one,” you reminded him, doing your utmost to swallow down your temper. But you were tired from your own duties, and the last thing you wanted to do was take a hike all the way to the Quidditch fields to drag this boy back up to Gryffindor Tower. Besides, you had never really liked Oliver in the first place, mostly because he had always intruded on your secret morning explorations. Not that you did them anymore and not that you had ever explained this to him, but still.

Trying very hard to keep a civil tongue, you asked him wearily, “Will you please just come back to Gryffindor Tower with me?”

Oliver glanced back at his broomstick.

You sighed and put your fingers on either side of your nose to remind yourself to breathe.

“All right. You win,” Oliver replied finally.

“Thank you - ” you began, when Oliver interrupted you to clarify, “For tonight. Also, just to let you know, if all the Slytherins drop dead tomorrow, it wasn’t my fault.” He paused, then added sincerely, “Nor did Fred or George have anything to do with it.”

You groaned and face-palmed yourself.    

*     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *

“So, do we still have a Gryffindor Quidditch Captain, or did you kill him?”

You sighed and slumped down next to Charlie. The two of you were on the outskirts of the Forbidden Forest. You often met up here, in a tiny patch of clearing, surrounded by trees from all sides. It was a very difficult spot to find, unless you knew where to go.

“You still have a Quidditch Captain, but the Slytherins may not,” you told him. “I don’t know what Fred and George did, but Flint was a right mess, puking everywhere.”

“Well, I wouldn’t be too upset about it,” Charlie replied to flippantly, turning over a page in his Transfiguration book. “You are a Gryffindor, after all.”

You looked over at Charlie. For a moment, you took in his casual, rugged handsomeness, a feature that was quite rare for a young man his age. His short ginger hair blew lightly in the wind. It wasn’t the impressively sleek look that his older brother, Bill, had sported, nor was it the comically neat look that Percy had, nor was it the rather messy look that the twins often displayed. It was just… carefree, and that level of confidence was truly unique, and boasted an attractive of its own type. Charlie had taken off his Gryffindor jumper and it was lying, a bit bunched up, on the ground besides his school bag. He must have reached up and loosened his tie at some point, because the top button of his shirt was open and you could see the two thin strings connecting his tie to its knot.

“Yes, but McGonagall called me and reminded me to ‘reel the Weasley twins in.’” You shook your head in exasperation. Turning away from Charlie, you grumbled to yourself, feeling wronged, “She thinks I don’t even try.”

You rested your back against the tree trunk, sitting beside Charlie. But a moment later, you fidgeted, as you felt a knob on the tree pushing into your back.

“Relax. You’re so tense,” Charlie said, noticing you squirming around, even though he hadn’t lifted his eyes up from his textbook.

“I can feel the tree sticking into my back. It’s uncomfortable.”

“Here. Shove this behind you.” Charlie tossed his jumper into your lap.

You did as he suggested, pushing his bunched-up jumper behind you so that it provided a bit of cushion between your back and tree.

But it wasn’t enough.

You didn’t want to bother Charlie, so you tried your best to stay still. But -

“Honestly, are you even trying?”

“What?”

“Your discomfort is written all over your face.”

“But I’m trying to stay still.”

“Yeah, well, you’re hopeless.”

“Well, Charlie, what do you want me to do?” you said, starting to get annoyed. “There’s a big tree knob sticking into my back. I’m about two seconds away from chopping down the tree in its entirety. But if you’ve got another solution, I’d love to hear it.”

Putting aside his book for a moment, Charlie reached over to you. Sliding his hands under your shoulders, he easily lifted you and then plunked you right down between his legs. He guided you to lean against his chest. Then, Charlie picked up his book again and carried on reading without another word.

You tried to relax in his arms, but the truth was that now you actually were tense. Because it was impossible not to be affected by his presence and his physique when you were this close to him. You’d fooled around with Charlie before, of course, and though you’d sensed that the two of you weren’t entirely compatible, the experience had still been a far cry from bad.

“Charlie.”

“Hm.”

“Your Transfiguration homework... When’s it due?

“By next class.”

“And how much do you have to read?”

“I’ve got to finish the chapter.” 

“That’s a lot of pages left.”

“Yeah. And I’ve got to write a brief summary, too.”

“But it’s twelve thirty.”

“Yeah?”

“You’re never going to finish it in time.”

“Sure, but I can try.”

You reached out and pushed the book out of his hands.

“Well, thanks for the encouragement there,” Charlie said wryly, as he watched the book collapse onto the forest floor.

Then, Charlie felt you turning around in his arms, scootching bit by bit to face him.

“What?” Charlie asked you, a bit amused by how you were acting. “Are you uncomfortable leaning against me, too?”

“No,” you told him, sliding your hands onto his chest. “I’m pretty comfortable, I think.”

Charlie lifted you again, just a little, sitting you on his lap now, instead of between his legs. “How’s that? Better?”

“Yes…” You breathed out softly when Charlie sat you down on top of him, with his hands now grasping your waist.

“Good,” Charlie murmured. Then, leaning forward, he kissed you.

It was strange how beautiful a kiss could make you feel – and it wasn’t even necessarily that you felt that you yourself were beautiful, but that the atmosphere you were in suddenly became something precious and warm and full of possibilities.

Sitting there, in Charlie Weasley’s lap, and kissing him the way you were – slowly, but deeply, you felt like the world was slowing down for you, finally matching your slower, more stumbling pace.

After sharing many kisses together, you rested your forehead against Charlie’s and you gently held onto his shoulders to give yourself a moment. When you opened your eyes, you noticed Charlie’s freckles, all across his face, like soft cinnamon dust sprinkled all over an otherwise quite strong face.

“Good thing I wasn’t even close to finishing that Transfiguration Chapter, huh?” Charlie murmured.

You smiled. Then, closing your eyes, you kissed him again. This time, you slid your arms around his neck, pulling yourself closer to him. Charlie reciprocated, hugging you tightly in his arms. You were vaguely and pleasantly aware of how warm he was keeping you in his arms. And you were aware of other things, too, including the fact that the autumn foliage, displaying the brilliant artistry of nature, was falling all around you and Charlie in this small, hidden glen of yours.

When Charlie gently pushed up your skirt, the sound of the fabric sliding up your soft thighs melded almost indistinguishably with the whispered, scattered sounds of the rustling leaves falling onto the forest floor.

“Can I touch you, love?”

“Yes, please.” You held your breath in anticipation, waiting for his warm fingers to touch you.

A tight, soft breath left you when you felt Charlie’s fingers brush up against you. He wasted no time in pressing his fingers up against your clit and rubbing soft little circles against you through your panties.

Under his touch, you gradually became wet for him. You always took a little while to warm up. You weren’t sure why. But it fit in with everything you knew about yourself – that you were always fumbling through life, never really sure of yourself.

Opposite to you, Charlie was, by nature, an impatient man, who knew intuitively what he wanted. However, he knew you well, and he knew that he had to take his time with you. He didn’t mind, really, hearing you pant when he pushed his fingers against you in just the right place, and feeling you squirm in his lap when he kept his fingers there, pushing down even harder and rubbing you faster until –

“Ah!” You gasped out. A moment later, you shuddered, as you grew all wet between your thighs.

“Mmm,” Charlie breathed out. “There you go.”

Charlie pulled his hand away from you. His fingers glimmered with your sweet cum, and he sucked at his fingers, tasting you.

You reached down to touch him, too, undoing his jeans buttons and slipping your hand in to stroke his cock.

Charlie leaned back, resting his head against the tree trunk. You could see more of his throat now, and you could make out the thin silver chain around his neck. Keeping your right hand wrapped around his stiffening cock, with your left hand, you reached up and touched his throat. Your lips soon followed, and you sucked gently against the side of his neck.

“Babe, I want you. I’m hard for you now,” Charlie told you, groaning softly.

You nodded. You sat back on his lap again, though a little lower this time, sitting atop his thighs rather than his hips.

Charlie began to push up your skirt once more. However, at that moment, you reached out and slowly pulled out the dragon tag that hung from the end of silver necklace.

Charlie hesitated, watching you for a moment. “What?” he asked you.

He already knows what he wants. Just like Oliver. Just like Percy. Just like everyone, it seems, except me.

You shook your head at Charlie, and you let the dragon tag drop from your hand.

Charlie finally tugged your panties to the side, his own cock was throbbing, needing to fill your tight hole. He asked you, “Still comfortable?”

Knowing that was his way of checking with you that this was what you wanted from him, you nodded reassuringly.

Charlie gently guided you to sit up and the move a little closer to him. He gently lowered you down onto his cock. Then, he started to push into you, but he was just a bit too eager, just a touch too rough.

You winced a little. “Ow, Charlie.”

“What? What’s wrong?” He stopped moving his hips, no longer pushing up into you.

“It’s, um… too thick,” you confessed. “You’re spreading me open. It kind-of hurts.” Still holding onto his shoulders, you looked uncertainly at him.

Charlie nodded. He tried to take it slower, but when he did take it a little slower, he suddenly felt tight your little hole was.

“Yeah, you’re really tight,” he agreed, and he tensed slightly. His thighs tightened as he tried to hold back from pushing into you too fast. Charlie lifting his legs just slightly made you shift forward on his lap and you fell against him. You naturally curled up against him, setting your chin and both your hands on his left shoulder, and Charlie’s lips pressed against your right shoulder for a moment. When he moaned lowly, it came out all muffled.

“Charlie?” you whispered to him, wondering why he sounded so tense when he was barely moving. You didn’t realize how much he was holding back.

“Tell you what,” Charlie murmured, and he took his hands off of your waist. “You set the pace.”

“Okay…” You gripped his shoulders a little harder and started to move your hips up and down the slightest bit, bouncing gently on the tip of his cock. You were just barely taking him in, and Charlie had to resist the urge to thrust up into you. He put all his energy into keeping still, because he could see that you were actually doing your best to take him in, even if it was little by little. Charlie watched you as you bounced gently in his lap. Your lips were pressed together, and soft, focused moans sounded out. “Mmm. Mm. Mmm…”

Though Charlie was feeling a bit impatient with you, he couldn’t help except to regard you quite fondly. She’s quite good at keeping herself busy, Charlie thought teasingly, whether it’s running after rule-breakers or trying to take me inside of her. She’s so serious all the time.

“You can go a little deeper than that, love,” Charlie coaxed you kindly. “Your pussy wants more of my cock, too. I can feel it. It’s not going to hurt. Well, it shouldn’t. If it hurts, you’ll have to spread your legs for me so I can go down on you and make damn sure you’re all wet for me.”

You paused. The last time he’d gone down on you and buried his soft, wet mouth against your little pussy, you’d creamed all over his face. You’d been so embarrassed about it that you hadn’t been able to look him in the face for days.

Charlie watched you pause. He saw the flush spread lightly over your cheeks. Then, he laughed a little as he saw you decide that no, you’d rather not have him go down on you again.

She can be so cute, Charlie thought. He felt you open your thighs a little wider. The next moment, you started to finally sink down on him a little lower. You gasped softly, and as you bowed your head forward to look down at yourself – only to see that you were barely taking half of his length – the front strands of your hair usually framing your face fell forward.

Charlie reached up and pushed your hair back from your face. He kept his hands on your face, holding your cheeks, and whispering coaxingly to you, “Good girl, good girl, a little deeper, mmm…”

“C-Charlie,” you whispered out in a tight little voice.

“Yeah?”

“Ah…” You didn’t really have anything to tell him - not verbally, anyways. You just wanted to give him your little moans, so he would know how thick he felt to you, how good he was spreading you out.

And Charlie knew. Gazing at you and watching the way your little mouth fell open as you sank down on his cock, he nodded understandingly and murmured, “I feel good inside of you?”

You nodded, and Charlie felt your cheeks brush up and down against his palms.

“You feel good, too, love,” Charlie murmured back. “You’re so, so tight.” He suddenly squeezed your cheeks in his hands, and then he kissed you rather hard.

The motion of him leaning forward pushed you down just a little further than you had expected on his cock. You yelped a little into his mouth. “Mm - !”

Charlie growled slightly. She has no idea how good she feels to me. Such a sweet, tight little cunt. Deserves a good fucking, and she’d get it, too, if only she’d relax a little.

“C’mon, babe, fuck me harder,” Charlie whispered hungrily, still pressing his mouth against yours. “I want to feel my cock fill up your tight little pussy. All the way.”

You whimpered softly.

“I’m not saying to go too fast. I don’t want to hurt you. But you’re all wet now, babe, I can feel it. If you go slow, I think you can take me,” Charlie murmured knowingly. “And I want to feel you. I want to feel you taking me in all the way.”

“But I can’t,” you moaned. “Can’t take you any further…”

“Here. Work your hips. Like this.” Charlie grasped your hips tightly and showed you how to roll your hips back and forth.

At once, you felt an intense burn spread, not just from deep inside you, but right at your pussyhole too, as Charlie was stretching you out, his thick cock pushing at your tight hole, splitting you right open.

“Ah!” you gasped.

Your knees slipped from Charlie’s lap, onto the forest floor on either side of him.

Charlie quickly gathered you all back up onto his lap again. Hugging you, he kissed your forehead and murmured, “Okay, sh, not so fast. You sure you don’t want me to go down on you?”

You shook your head, burying your face against his chest.

But Charlie pushed your face up a little and he left a row of kisses underneath your jaw and on your throat. “Look up for me,” he whispered. “Give me your neck.”

Letting your head fall back, you breathed out, as you stared up at the forest canopy of amber, ochre, and crimson leaves, as well as the bright blue sky beyond. You felt slightly dizzy.

Blinking, you leaned forward again, resting your chin on Charlie’s shoulder and hugging him tightly to ground yourself again.  

“Are you all right?”

“Yes…” You nuzzled your cheek against his shoulder for a moment longer before you lifted your head and looked up at Charlie with a playful, accusing smile on your face. “Are you being sweet, or do you just want me to ride you harder?”

You lifted your hips and wiggled them slightly, barely grazing your wet pussyhole against the tip of Charlie’s stiff cock. “You’re frustrated with me, aren’t you?” you whispered knowingly. “You think I’m being a big baby about letting you take me all the way.”

“Well, I can’t deny that,” Charlie replied, almost groaning when he felt your pussy just graze over his cock. “You’re killing me over here, babe, just taking in the tip this whole time.”

“I’m not trying to tease you.”

“I know.”

“So, just be patient,” you told him. “After all, I’m the one doing all the work.”

“You’re doing a lot of work not to take me in, love,” Charlie told you patiently.

You frowned and cocked your head at him as you realized, “You know what, I think I did all the work last time, too.”

Charlie paused, thinking back too. He remembered how he’d bent you over on his bed, head down, ass up, and then he made you fuck yourself on his cock. He only loosely held onto your hips, guiding you as you shifted back and forth on your knees, pushing yourself back against him, with your plush little ass meeting his hips over and over again, under your legs were trembling and you were gasping for breath.

“Yeah, that was fun,” Charlie said flippantly.

“For you.”

“Well, I seem to remember you cumming on my cock three times that night, so…”

You sighed. “You’re so lazy, Charlie. How do you ever plan to go chasing after dragons?” You reached out and tugged at his dragon tag.

Charlie lifted his eyebrow at you. “Do you want me to take charge?”

“No,” you replied quickly. You knew you wouldn’t be able to take it if Charlie were to set the rhythm. He would be sure to take you intensely again, you knew, and you didn’t want that. Well, to be honest, it wasn’t that you didn’t want it - in fact, you rather thought you might be craving it. But the point was that you didn’t want to wobble up to Transfiguration class on baby-giraffe-reminiscent legs, sporting hair that had obviously been yanked back in a man’s strong grip, and with the possibility of the students behind you glimpsing the blushing handprints visible on your bum if you sat down too slowly. 

“Thought not,” Charlie smirked, seeing the suddenly dazed look play out across your face. “But if that’s the case, you don’t get to complain about doing the work.”

“Fine, fine,” you muttered, a bit sullenly.

Grinning, Charlie kissed you softly and bit your lower lip, pulling on it gently. “Now,” he whispered to you, “get to it.”

Grasping his shoulders again, you started to push yourself down onto his cock a bit harder, making his cock sink all the way into your plush little hole. “Nngh…”

“Fuck,” Charlie moaned out loud. “There you go. Feels so good, so fucking good.”

He reached out and pinned your skirt up to your waist, helping to keep it out of the way as you started to bounce up and down the length of his cock.

“Ah!” you cried out loudly. You bit down on your lower lip tightly, as the feeling of his cock pushing into your cunt (all the way into your tummy, it felt like) made a brilliant, tight burn flare up inside of you.

“Keep going,” Charlie moaned. He clutched at your skirt tightly, determined to keep it out of the way, so that he could have you however you could let him.

Shutting your eyes tightly, you lifted yourself up again before coming back down again, and again, and again.

“Fuck,” Charlie growled. His hands turned into fists, and he accidentally ripped a button off the waistband of your skirt.

With the top button popped off, your skirt came loose and fluttered down to your thighs. Charlie yanked at it, and it ripped right off of your hips, as easily as though it had been made from spun cloud.

“Charlie!” you gasped.

But Charlie shook his head at you. “I’ll fix it for you, I promise. Just keep going. You’re close, too, aren’t you?”

“Mm, I t-think so,” you stuttered out, sitting back down on him again.

Charlie groaned, “Yes, you are. I can feel your tight little cunt squeezing all over me, babe. C’mon, cum for me. Cum hard for me.”

His hands now slid onto your bare thighs and he stroked your thighs as he watched your thighs open and close slightly every time you bounced on him. The sight of you going up and down, with your cute panties tugged to the side of your pretty pussy which was being spread open over and over again by his thick cock, made Charlie groan with pleasure.

Charlie’s hands soon slid up your body, pushing your jumper and school skirt up, until he was grasping your breasts in his hands.

Meanwhile, you were working yourself as hard as you could. Your thighs and tummy were starting to burn, not to mention your pulsing, wet pussy just a few strokes away from cumming.

“Oh God!” you blurted out suddenly. “Charlie!”

Charlie suddenly hugged you in his arms, dragging you towards him and also pushing you down on his cock hard and all at once.

“Ah!” Your gasp ripped through the forest air. Your eyes widened in surprise as you felt his cock suddenly burrowed deep inside of your pussy. You shuddered in Charlie’s embrace, and then, with a long, low moan that faded into a pitiful whimper, you came, with your cunt squeezing all over his cock.

Feeling the way your sweet pussy walls were gripping at his cock so tightly as you came, Charlie suddenly groaned, “Oh, fuck, I’m going to cum.” He rather hurriedly lifted you up, so as to not cum within you.

You let out a soft, tired gasp as you unexpectedly felt Charlie’s cum felt his cum spurt out from the tip of his cock, right up against your pussyhole. Thankfully, it dripped off of your pussy and streaked down your beautiful thighs.

Charlie was still holding you up in the air a little, and he watched as his cum drenched your thighs for a moment before he slowly put you back down on his lap again.

For a moment, you both stared at each other. You found yourself feeling a bit hesitant under his steady gaze, and your eyes fell to trace the constellations of his cinnamon freckles once more.

A bit abruptly, Charlie said, “We’ve got to go, or we’ll be late for class.”

“All right,” you replied, as calmly as you could.

As Charlie stood up, he took you with him, wrapping his strong arms around your waist. He set you down gently on the floor. Then, he went and fetched your skirt.

You shimmied back into your school skirt and held it in place. Then, you looked up at Charlie expectantly, reminding him of his promise to fix it up for you.

True to form, Charlie pointed his wand at the ripped stitching and murmured, “Reparo.” The skirt stitched itself back up again, and even the button flew back into place.

Pleased with Charlie’s repair, you nodded and smoothed out your skirt, only to notice – “Oh, no, my socks are all dirty.”

Sure enough, the tops of your knee socks were dirty, from all the shifting you’d done as you’d rode Charlie.

Charlie smirked. “I’d rather you didn’t clean that up just yet.”

You looked up at him suspiciously. “Why not?”

“Because,” Charlie said matter-of-factly, as he swung his bookbag over his shoulder and collected his fallen jumper, “I want to see you in the hallways, walking to class, and see this telltale sign of how I fucked you today.”

“Charlie!” You hit him indignantly in the shoulder. “That’s bad.”

“Or I suppose I could report to McGonagall how the Gryffindor prefect didn’t let me finish my homework because she wanted to fill her little pussy with my cock.”

You glowered at him. “Charlie Weasley, I swear, sometimes you’re worse than Fred and George put together.”

Charlie merely shrugged and slung his arm around your shoulder. “Let’s go.”

Sure enough, when Charlie later saw you in the hallways, he caught the grass stains adorning your otherwise immaculate outfit. And later, during dinner, he caught a glimpse of you crossing your legs under your desk. Seeing those slightly dirty knee socks and knowing exactly why they were there, Charlie allowed himself a smirk. Of course, that was just before McGonagall came and found him and told him that he had earned a detention for not turning in his homework on time.

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“And this is why you don’t run sprints on ice at 5:30 on a Sunday morning, Oliver Wood!”

It turned out that if it wasn’t the late evenings when Oliver Wood was claiming your attention, it was the extremely early mornings. Early riser and Gryffindor Prefect though you were, you had not expected to be hauling Oliver Wood across the Quidditch fields at 5:30am on a Sunday morning.

Oliver said nothing, only glumly hung onto you with one arm over your shoulders, while the other was still clutching his broomstick.

“Hopefully, this doesn’t slow me down on our match on Saturday,” he mumbled.

“If you make me come down for you again this early in the morning before then, you won’t be at the match at all on Saturday, Oliver Wood,” you said matter-of-factly, as you unceremoniously shoved him through the front doors of the castle. “How many times have I had to come down to that damn Quidditch pitch because of you? I don’t even play Quidditch.”

“Besides that,” you continued on, still grumbling, “aren’t you a Quidditch player, Wood? Aren’t you supposed to be up there, flying? Why are you running sprints?”

“You get more fit that way,” he answered matter-of-factly, turning his head to look at you. “You need general athleticism to be truly good at Quidditch. Honing special skills isn’t enough.”

You stared at Oliver. I wasn’t actually asking you that, you fool.

“What?” he asked you. “Why aren’t you moving? Aren’t we supposed to be going to the hospital wing?”

“I am supposed to be in bed,” you told him, rather snappishly. Then, with a sigh, you began to help him up the many stairs to the hospital wing. As you did, you muttered under your breath, “Trust you to seriously answer a rhetorical question.”

Oliver caught what you said, and he replied, “I figured it was the least I could do for making you drag me all the way up here.”

You eyed Oliver warily. Is he trying to make nice with me?

Oliver went right on, saying, still in that annoying earnest tone, “And you know what? You’re quite fit yourself. I don’t think most girls could drag me all the way up here. Have you ever considered trying out as a Beater?”

Your mouth dropped open. “Excuse me, if I were ever to join the Quidditch team, which I would not so long as you were Captain, I would be a graceful Seeker or at least an agile Chaser. I would not be a Beater. Why would you say that?”

Oliver paused. This time, he was the one eyeing you warily. Still, he couldn’t help except answer honestly, replying, “Well, your natural aggression makes you a good fit for – Ow!”

You thumped Oliver hard in the stomach. Fuming, you whirled around on your heel and traipsed down the staircase, leaving Oliver alone to deal with Madam Pomfrey.

*     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *

Later that day, Oliver showed up to classes, with a crutch to help keep his weight off the ankle he’d sprained. When he caught your eye, you both grimaced at each other a little before turning away.

But at the end of class, you heard a quick tap-tap-tapping of metal against the floor. A moment later, you felt someone tap you on the shoulder twice. You turned around to find Oliver standing there.

“Hey,” he blurted out, rather abruptly, “when you said you wouldn’t join the Quidditch team while I was Captain - did you mean that?”

You paused, giving him a rather confused look. Not really knowing how to respond, you played to your usual dynamic with Oliver, and you ended up saying, “Yes, I meant it.”

But as you turned away, you thought you glimpsed a flash of real disappointment go across Oliver’s face, and you suddenly felt quite guilty about what you’d said. You hadn’t meant it, of course. You thought he was a great Captain, if not a little overly exuberant. But you’d been so irritated at having to drag his blooming arse all the way to the hospital wing at 5:30 in the morning and besides that, that was how you usually talked with Oliver – all snappy and such. So, why now, did he have to go and make that sad face, and make you feel all sorry for him?

Shaking your head, you tried to brush the incident from your mind as you headed to your next class.

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