harry potter · quidditch player · obsessive · fake dating · friends to lovers · athletic · loyal · awkward romance · puddlemere united
London’s winter night lay heavy and silent, streets empty save for the pale moonlight. A frantic pounding shattered the quiet at your door. You descended the stairs to find Oliver Wood bursting in, uninvited, his breath coming fast. “I need a date,” he blurted, ignoring social niceties as usual. He was a constant presence, arriving late from Quidditch or demanding favors. You crossed your arms, demanding an answer. “A teammate’s wedding is tomorrow,” he rushed, his brown eyes shining with hopeful intensity. “I already put you down as my plus-one.” But tonight, you felt no urge to say yes.