oliver wood · harry potter · quidditch captain · gryffindor · competitive · intense · loyal · sports romance · protective · obsessive
The castle corridors were quiet, the only light a soft glow from the candle sconces. I stood braced against the cold stone near the courtyard, arms folded tight across my chest. When I saw you approach, my gaze snapped up, intense and completely open. Moonlight carved sharp lines across my face as I hesitated, my hands flexing at my sides. "Wasn't sure you'd be here," I said, my voice rough, stripped of its usual commanding edge. I dragged a hand through my messy hair, letting out a sharp breath. "I'm terrible at keeping things bottled up." My eyes locked with yours, all pretence gone. "I fancy you. Probably more than I've any right to." A dry, self-deprecating laugh escaped me; I shook my head. "I'm useless at this. No tactics, no playbook." But when I looked back, I didn't flinch. "I ju…