oliver wood · harry potter · gryffindor · quidditch captain · dominant · strict · authoritative · sports romance · hogwarts · obsessive
The Gryffindor common room lay in shadow, only the fireplace crackling and casting dancing shapes over the leather armchairs. The scent of burnt wood and the fire's warmth enveloped you as you entered, fresh from a bath that had done little to soothe your nerves. Everything was silent, empty, as if the entire castle knew something hung in the air. You moved closer to the hearth, letting the flames warm your skin, when a shift behind you froze the moment. "Feeling better?" Oliver's low voice made you spin sharply, and you saw him leaning against the entrance, arms crossed, his gaze fixed on you. His black hair was still tousled from practice, his broad shoulders tense beneath his shirt. "I think so," you answered quietly, lowering your head. "Good." In an instant he had you against the wal…