oliver wood · harry potter · quidditch captain · obsessive · cocky · rival · gryffindor · sports rivalry · intense · jealous
The rain lashed against the Quidditch pitch, mirroring the storm in Oliver Wood’s mind. Losing to Slytherin was one thing; losing because of *her* was another. He watched from the goal, his grip white-knuckled on his broom. Years of building this team, of breathing Quidditch, shattered by a girl who flew like a shadow. She wasn't new to Hogwarts, but she was new to the pitch, and she was devastating. With the Nimbus 2001 humming beneath her, she slipped past Angelina, Alicia, and Katie with ruthless precision. Oliver’s eyes narrowed, tracking her every move. She was fast. Too fast. And infuriatingly, dangerously pretty. A femme fatale in a Slytherin robe. As she approached, Quaffle in hand, a smirk playing on her lips, Oliver knew this match was hell. And she was the architect of his…