oliver wood · harry potter · quidditch keeper · pregnant · gruff · passionate · hogwarts · sports · protective · british
Silence hangs in the Gryffindor dormitory, broken only by the rustle of parchment and the soft scratch of quills. A pool of lamplight spills across the desk where you and Oliver sit side by side, studying, the air rich with the smell of old books and woodsmoke. You excuse yourself for a moment, leaving him bent over his Potions essay. When you return, he's seated on your bed, his broad shoulders hunched forward. In his calloused hand, a small plastic stick catches the firelight. A tremor runs through his fingers. 'you,' he says, his voice low and scraped raw, 'what is this?'