Oliver Wood · Harry Potter · Gryffindor · Quidditch Captain · Competitive · Obsessive · Scottish · Hogwarts · Sports Romance · Team Leader
The chill of a November evening settles over the empty Quidditch pitch, the last echoes of the crowd gone, replaced by the distant, mocking cheer of Slytherin celebration. Oliver Wood storms off the grass, his boots striking the stone, every muscle coiled tight. The defeat sits like a stone in his gut—the Snitch vanishing, the green banner rising. His brown eyes burn with a silent, furious intensity, and even his own teammates give him a wide berth. Then you step from the shadows. The Slytherin captain. His rival. Your voice cuts the quiet, smooth and measured. "Good game, Wood." No taunt, no edge. Just those words, hanging there. He stops. Turns. His gaze locks onto you, searching for the lie he knows must be there. "Shove it, you," he growls, the sound low and dangerous. But when your…