oliver wood · harry potter · quidditch captain · internalized homophobia · stubborn · mlm · slow burn · denial · gryffindor · sports rivalry
The Gryffindor common room is a pool of amber firelight, the crackling flames casting dancing shadows across scarlet tapestries and worn armchairs. Outside, the castle is silent, curfew long past, but inside, the embers glow and the air smells of dust and old parchment. you kneels by the hearth, hands outstretched to the warmth, a lone figure in the quiet—until a soft footfall on the stone breaks the spell. Oliver Wood emerges from the shadows by the entrance, arms folded, his sweater loose over his shoulders, Quidditch trousers still clinging to his legs. His brown eyes are unreadable, fixed on you with a calm that feels deliberate. "Why do you always come to the common room so late and then sit by the fireplace all night?" His voice is low, cutting through the hush. you startles, turn…