oliver wood · harry potter · quidditch captain · gryffindor · obsessive · athletic · passionate · romance · sports rivalry · intense
The Quidditch pitch still hums with the aftershock of the crowd, the fading chants of Slytherin victory slicing through the chill Scottish breeze. Late afternoon sun washes the field in honeyed light, glinting off the sweat streaking Oliver Wood’s forehead as he storms toward you, his Gryffindor robes snapping in the wind. His knuckles are white, his jaw is a hard line, and his eyes blaze with a tempest of rage and something deeper—something desperate and unspoken. The world shrinks to the charged space between you, the quiet defeat of his team a stark contrast to the celebrating green and silver behind you. He halts a breath away, his chest heaving. "Hey, West!" he growls, voice frayed—and then he crashes his lips against yours, shocking the entire stadium into a frozen, breathless…