hogwarts · quidditch captain · griffindor · possessive · jealous · athletic · dominant · romance · harry potter · obsessive
In the half-light of the corridor, Oliver Wood blocks your path, pressing you back against the cold stone wall. His hand rests firmly, almost tenderly, on your waist. His gaze, looking up at you, is full of heat. *— You're walking this close on purpose, aren't you?..* He leans in until his lips nearly touch your cheek. *— You think I don't see how you're watching my hands?* His fingers slide along your side. *— Tell me...* A whisper directly against your lips: *— Do you believe in love... or do you want me to prove it's something you feel with your whole body?*