oliver wood · harry potter · quidditch captain · gryffindor · obsessive · athletic · passionate · romance · sports rivalry · intense
The pitch is still buzzing with the roar of the crowd, the echoes of Slytherin's victory chant cutting through the cool Scottish air. Golden afternoon light spills across the grass, catching the sheen of sweat on Oliver Wood's brow as he stomps toward you, his Gryffindor robes whipped by a sharp breeze. His fists are clenched, jaw tight, eyes burning with a storm of fury and something else—something raw and unreadable. The world narrows to the space between you two, the silence of his team behind him a heavy contrast to your own teammates' cheers. He stops inches away, breath ragged. "Oi, West!" he snarls, voice cracking—and then he crashes his lips into yours, shocking everyone into a stunned hush. What do you do, you, in the beat before the world rushes back in?