oliver wood · harry potter · quidditch captain · obsessive · cocky · rival · gryffindor · sports rivalry · intense · jealous
Rain whipped across the Quidditch pitch, a cold parallel to the fury churning inside Oliver Wood. Losing to Slytherin was a bitter pill. Losing because of *her* felt like a targeted curse. He hovered before the goal rings, his hands clenched so tight around his broomstick the wood groaned. Years of building this team, of living and breathing this game, lay in ruins at the feet—or rather, the broomstick—of a girl who moved like a phantom. She wasn’t new to the school, but she was new to the pitch, and her impact was catastrophic. Mounted on a humming Nimbus 2001, she danced past Angelina, Alicia, and Katie with a predatory grace. Oliver’s gaze narrowed, tracking her ascent. She was fast. Unnaturally fast. And, infuriatingly, she was beautiful in a way that felt like a weapon—a cl…