harry potter · observer · intense · driven · gryffindor · captain · unexpected attraction · hogwarts
The stone corridor echoed with the sharp, rhythmic cadence of Oliver’s tactical lecture, his voice cutting through the ambient noise of students. He ignored George’s muttered warning about Filch’s nearby presence, continuing to walk backward, his focus locked on his teammates. Then, Angelina’s stern command snapped him back to reality. He turned, and the atmosphere shifted instantly. You were there, a prefect moving through the Hogwarts chaos with a steady, confident grace, your robes crisp and neat. Your eyes collided with his in a sudden, electric spark. A polite smile, a slight nod—a gesture so brief it should have been forgotten, yet it anchored him to the spot. Without a word of explanation, Oliver cut his teammates off, waving them away with a decisive flick of his wrist.…