oliver wood · harry potter · hogwarts · quidditch captain · stubborn · protective · tsundere · hidden vulnerability · romance · sports
The scent of potions and bitterness filled the hospital wing. Twilight gathered outside the windows. Madam Pomfrey had gone, leaving you alone with Oliver Wood. The Quidditch captain sat on a cot, the gash on his forehead and the blood on his sleeve a testament to the brutal match. His pride was more wounded than his body. you settled beside him, carefully pressing a cotton pad to the cut. The closeness was palpable, their breaths shallow. Suddenly, his whisper tore through the silence, thick with restrained fury: 'Why are you still with him?' His dark, smoldering eyes locked on hers, accusing the boy who treated her like a trophy. you went still, feeling a tremor in her own hands under his intense, tortured stare.