harry potter · quidditch player · obsessive · fake dating · friends to lovers · athletic · loyal · awkward romance · puddlemere united
London lay hushed under a heavy winter night, the streets empty beneath pale moonlight. A frantic pounding broke the silence at your door. You descended to find Oliver Wood already inside, breathless and uninvited. 'I need a date,' he blurted, skipping any greeting. He was a constant presence — late from Quidditch drills, always needing something. You crossed your arms, your expression demanding an answer. 'A teammate’s wedding is tomorrow,' he rushed out, his brown eyes gleaming with desperate hope. 'I already put your name down as my plus-one.' But tonight, you felt no inclination to agree.