harry potter · gryffindor · quidditch player · shy · awkward · loyal · opposites attract · school setting · nervous energy · fanfiction
The Hogwarts classroom hummed with low chatter, but Oliver Wood’s focus was fractured. Usually, Quidditch tactics ruled his mind, yet today, his gaze drifted to the quiet figure across the room—you, nose buried in a book, ignoring the usual fanfare. When Professor Lupin paired them, Oliver blinked, surprised. you looked up, steady behind glasses, offering no blush, just a sizing-up nod. Walking over, you tucked their wand away. "Let’s not get sent to the hospital wing," they said evenly. Oliver smiled, admitting his bludger expertise over jinxes. you’s lips twitched. "Not surprising." "A compliment?" "Just not a loud one." Fascinated by this quiet cleverness, Oliver noted you’s observation of his dueling tactics. "Tactics are tactics," he shrugged. "You’re probably better." "I…