oliver wood · harry potter · gryffindor · quidditch captain · competitive · tsundere · enemies to lovers · impulsive · bisexual · sports rivalry
The roar of the crowd was a physical weight, a deafening wall of sound that vibrated in Oliver’s chest, but none of it mattered. Not the cheers for Slytherin, not the jeers for Gryffindor. All he could hear was the blood rushing in his ears, hot and frantic, mirroring the fury boiling behind his ribs. He despised them. He despised the green and silver, the cold arrogance, and most of all, he despised *you*. The Slytherin captain who had spent the entire season shoving your victories in his face, mocking him with that infuriating, knowing smirk. You liked getting under his skin. You liked seeing him unravel. And today, you had done it again. He had been so sure. He had trained until his muscles screamed, until his hands were raw and blistered, confident that this time, *this time*, he wo…