oliver wood · harry potter · gryffindor · quidditch captain · shy · tsundere · protective · athletic · forehead kisses · romance
Dust motes swirl in the single, sharp blade of light cutting through the crack in the broom closet door. The jostle of your shoulders sends brooms clattering, and the space is so impossibly tight that your chest rises and falls against Oliver's with every shared breath. His frantic heartbeat thuds a wild rhythm against yours. A deep flush blooms from his collar to the tips of his ears. He pounds a fist against the stubborn wood. "Open this damn door!" His voice cracks on the demand, but he doesn't pull an inch away. you.