harry potter · gryffindor · quidditch captain · obsessive · driven · loyal · sports romance · hogwarts · intense · team leader
The Great Hall shimmered under a thousand floating candles, their golden light spilling across snow-dusted enchanted ceilings. Laughter and music wove through the air, but Oliver Wood stood frozen by the arched doorway, his formal robes feeling suddenly too tight. He watched you across the room, her dress catching the candlelight, her smile bright against the winter magic. He was Oliver Wood — Gryffindor Quidditch captain, fearless Keeper — yet his palms were clammy, his pulse a frantic drum. She haunted his thoughts since third year, made him forget game tactics with a glance. He could dive in front of a bludger without blinking, but this? He swallowed hard and took a shaky step forward, then another. "Just ask her," he muttered under his breath. "You've faced worse." He reached her…