#oliver wood smut

[redheadspark]

Fifth Floor Prt. 2

Summary - You and Oliver take full advantage of the Prefect's Bathroom

Warnings - SMUT SMUT SMUT! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED, 18+ ONLY!

Part two of Fifth Floor

It surprised you: one minute you two were kissing and now you two were together in the bath on the throes of pleasure.

Both you and Oliver were not going to slow down as soon as you cast the charm along the door and walls into the Prefects Bathroom.  The pent-up feelings you two kept to yourselves over the past few years since you graduated were now pouring out to one another, like a busted open dam.  Yet it felt like it was right, stripping each other's clothes off while kissing and giggling.  The serious tones of being consumed by one another never masked the playfulness either, which was almost a reflection of your relationship with one another anywho: serious and yet light.  Of course, you were baffled when Oliver perched you on the edge of the tub that was now filled to the brim with hot water mixed with scented and enchanted bubbles.  

His boldness came through as he gently pushed your legs open and licked into your folds like he was a starving student at a Feast.

Intense hot pleasure came through you ten told as he was between your legs, thankful that you could be as loud as you wanted since no one outside the room could hear your activities together.  Yet it made Oliver persistent, listening to the cues on where to lick and where to kiss along your folds and inside your cunt.  Almost like a devoted student, taking notes and knowing what makes you come undone and what made you whimper and writhe.  You were unraveling in seconds since it's been some time since you had something like this with someone, his fingers gliding along your folds when he felt you shaking and close to orgasm.  No matter how long you tried to hold out, it was closer than you thought.  

Seeing him in front of you, his head between your shaking legs and his back muscles glistening and contracting made your head swim all the more.  All of those times practicing and playing Quidditch was showing in his muscles along his backside and his arms.  He memorized you, even with him giving gentle kitten licks along your sensitive clit.  It made you fall back against the marble floor, moving your hips and trying to prolong the orgasm that was coming so fast.  

Up right before you broke, you placed your hands in his brown tuffs of hair and felt your body move without your knowledge, rolling your hips into his face and finally feeling him suck your clit.

You fell with a howl, and Oliver thought of you as a gorgeous siren. 

After a good moment or two of you calming yourself down, of Oliver watching you with wide eyes and a small glimmer of liquid on his chin and lips, you grinned widely like a Cheshire Cat at him as you pushed yourself back up into a sitting posting.  Sinking into the water and feeling the temperature engulf your now sensitive skin, you sighed and moaned at the same time as you turned him around and made him lean against the bathtub wall.  He went willingly, you pressing a hand against his hard and toned chest as he was how against the bathtub wall with nowhere else to go.

Slowly and without breaking eye contact with him, you reached your other hand down beneath the bubbles and felt his cock.  Hard, a bit large for your hand to wrap all around, but it felt perfect in your hand as you gripped him tightly.  Oliver inhaled sharply, his eyes going wide and his breath shaking as you started stroking him off under the water.  

You never thought you would be in this kind of situation with your best friend, bringing in emended pleasure under the bubbles and water in a bathroom alone.  But it was also a dream come true, being in his arms and blissfully happy.  There would never be a right moment for something like this, Oliver reminded you of that moment before you both were in the throws of pleasure and lust like this. 

But it felt right now, getting Oliver off as he was manning and biting his lower lips with every twist of your hand and every squeeze of your fingers.  You could sense and see that he was trying not to be too loud, which seemed ironic since he made your moan crudely a moment before when he was licking into your cunt with vigor.  

It should be the same for him. 

You leaned up to kiss his neck and lick along his skin as your hand was moving a bit faster, feeling his hips shaking under the water and moving in sync with yours as his hands were gripping the sides of the tub, arms stretched out and his head thrown back.

"You can let it all out know you," You hummed against his jaw, kissing his neck once more with a bit of vigor as you pressed your bare chest against his, "No one will know we're in here, and they won't hear anything.  You sound gorgeous like this, Oli,"

"F-f-fuck!" He moaned aloud as you traced your thumb along the tip of his cock.  He was shaking, the water splashing the pair of you as you grinned wickedly and straddled one of his thighs.  The hard muscle against your still sensitive cunt made you moan against his neck as your other hand raked in his brown hair and pulled hair.  He moaned crudely, his head snapping back as you looked at his exposed neck and his trembling lips.  

He looked beyond gorgeous to you.

Before you could say anything to him to make him come undone as he did with you, he moved one of his gripped hands from the bathtub wall and placed it on your arm in a death grip, making you stop stroking him since you thought you did something wrong.  Your other hand released his hair, making his head snap back to look at you as you shot him a worried look.

"You okay?" You asked him, heading his labored breathing and how dilated his eyes were.  The last thing you wanted to do was hurt him or made this a bad experience, it would have pained you.  Maybe you were too harsh or this was too quick.  But he slowly grinned, his crimson lips and flushed cheeks should no sign of pain or uncomfortableness as you were searching his eyes.  He leaned forward, kissing you soundly and gently in the water, making you melt and release his cocked as you framed his face.

To share a gentle moment in the throws of love seemed far too much, yet not enough.  He kissed you gently and with no hint of urgency.  There was more time in the world for you two to finally have each other, to be in love with one another, and you felt like Oliver wanted to savor every second with you.  

"I don't wanna cum yet," He whispered against your lips, tracing your nose with his as you gulped, "Not when I wanna have ya here,"

That alone made your heart skip, feeling his hands go under the water and grab your hips as he too was not breaking your glance.  He moved your swiftly, having you now against the wall and him crowding you as he kissed you over and over.  His hands moved to trace and touch your breast, some bubbles slipping down your nipples and making you moan as he palmed them both while kissing down your neck and jawline.  You felt as if you were boneless under his touch, his chest against yours as his mouth moved now to lick and suckle your breast, his thighs against your own under the water to make you feel his still hard cock near your own aching core.  

It felt perfect, all of this felt perfect.  

Releasing a nipple from his mouth with a pop, your eyes were glazed over as he leaned into you again and stared into your orbs to catch his breath, "I got ya, okay?" 

You nodded your head, you two staring each other down as his spare hand reached down to take his cot in hand and guide himself into you.  You felt it all through your bones and skin, through your veins as your eyes rolled back and you felt him slowly sink himself inside of you.  The stretch felt like an ache, a good ache after being on a broom for far too long.  It felt right, almost engrained within you as his cock snugged against your walls and you moaned loudly with no sign of being restrained.  Your eyes were closing, not seeing how Oliver was watching you take him so well and how he wished he could etch this image in his mind.  You were naked, covered in water and bubble, bare and open for him and only him.

He won't forget it ever in his life.  

Oliver, once he was fully inside of you, waited for your to adjust for him as you took a long breath.  It was a bit much, almost losing your breath as your thighs trembled under the water and against his own legs.  You had to hold onto his neck for some kind of support as his hand under the water grasped one of your thighs.  His other unoccupied hand was back out of the water and bracing the wall by your head as he kissed your face over and over.

"Okay?" He asked in a raspy voice, he too was feeling the immense pleasure of your walls keeping him inside of you.  You whimpered and nodded your head as he grinned along your cheeks, "Merlin you feel fuckin' good.  So…so good."

His hips were moving slowly, with deep hard thrusts that made you moan with each push. His hips were doing most of the work, the thrusts were deep enough and hard enough for you to melt against the wall but enough to make everything shake under your skin as you were taking everything he gave you.  Oliver was not going fast, which made you wonder for a split second if he wished to.  No, you could tell in how he was going at it that he wanted this to last, not a fast fuck.

"Yes….Merlin Yes…..Oli…FUCK!" You mewled as he hit that spot inside of you, hearing him growl for a moment as he was still fucking you in the tub.  His hand that was holding your thigh was in a tight grip, not letting you sink as you clung onto his back of dear life, feeling your nails almost break the skin as your moans were getting louder and more vocal.  His rhythm was consistent, not slowing down or going too fast just to drive you insane as you felt that feeling of an intense orgasm come over you again.   

"I'm c-close, O-o-liver—" You were moaning into his neck as he huffed and stopped his thrusts.  You were about to protest at him, teetering right on the edge of that pleasurable fall when he moved swiftly once again.  Still inside of you, he leaned back a bit and scooped you in his arms, moving with ease to have his back against the wall once again and you in his lap.  With his cock still buried deep inside of you, he peered up at you and saw the state you were in.

Naked and shaking from pleasure, hair plastered to your neck and backside, eyes wide and unhinged.  He reached up, damp hand up to your neck to look at the image before you as he smiled.  Being perched over Oliver made you feel almost powerful, untouchable, and yet you were still at his mercy.  You too wished to savor this image in your mind forever, knowing you would never be the same.

His thumb traced your lower lip, his hips now moving up and down as his other hand under the water moved to touch your cunt, right over your clit.  You keened, leaning over from the shock of pleasure as he gripped your neck and watched you get that high again.  With his thumb on your clit, making sharp and small circles and his cock drilling into you, he was watching in utter fascination and wonderment.  

"Cum for me," he whispered rapidly against your lips as he kissed you boldly, "I can feel you're close, aren't ya?  I wanna feel it, all of it.  Please, cum for-"

The orgasm you felt slammed you sideways and made you scream, your body going stiff from the pleasure that was now intensified up and down your body as you rode through every second of it.  Oliver saw how your eyes shot wide, your body quivered in the still hot water, and your hands clenched onto his shoulders tight as he thrusts two more times before he too released with a loud moan.  

You felt him unload inside of you, spreading inside of you to feel that warmth along your walls and make you moan some more as you collapsed on top of him.  He wrapped you in his arms, still riding out his release as he thrust into your a few more times.

The pleasure was no long piping hot but a simmer, you both still shaking and each your breaths as Oliver gathered you in his arms and kissed you all over.  You were grateful you were still in the tub, covered in water and bubbles to get some relief.  Although he pulled out of you, he never once released you, placing you in his lap and kissing you soundly with a massive grin on his face.  

"Merlin's Beard…that was…." You said, still unable to talk as Oliver grinned widely.

"I was thinking the same thing," He murmured, his voice uneven himself as he pressed his forehead against yours, "And to think we could have done this sooner if we weren't thick in the head,"

That made you giggle, curling into him some more as he was keeping you close in his arms.  It was true, if you both weren't worried so much about the "what if's" and simply went with what you felt, then you would have this kind of love, this intimacy, way sooner.  But life was strange in that way of course bringing you two back together in the aftermath of an almost catastrophic war that would have erased everything you knew and loved.  

You decided then and there to live in the moment, leaning up to kiss him hotly.  

30 minutes later, you two walked out of the Prefects Bathroom, dried off, and back in your old clothes.  Heading back to the Great Hall and the Courtyard, you both walked side by side and held hands between the two of you, trying to hide the still evident flushness and blush on both of your cheeks.  

Yet neither one of two saw Professor McGonagall near the Great Hall entrance watch you two walk out together, a knowing smile on her lips as she looked at her two old students and Gryffindor Alumni.

"Took those two long enough," She replied with a soft smile.  

The End.

Tagged - @a-lumos-in-the-nox

[slytherweasley]

Concussion (Oliver Wood x reader)

Warnings: smut, oral male receiving, swearing

Summary: Oliver gets knocked out after being thrown off his broom by a Slytherin. You stay by his side but his concussion makes him irritable. He’s in so much pain you decide to take care of him.

Oliver lays on the hospital bed still knocked out after being thrown off his broom by a Slytherin at todays game. You sit by his side rubbing his scalp trying to soothe him in hope he will awaken. You were frozen in fear as you watched him fall, you couldn’t get up to see if he was okay until others from the crowd assured you he was alive.

Slowly Oliver’s eyes begin to open, his team mates are also here to show support for their captain. He groans in pain and Madam Pomfrey rushes to his aid. Once the team had given him their best wishes she sent them off so he could have some space.

You stayed by his side the whole time, you tried to cheer him up in every way you could think but he was short with you. “Oli, do you want me to go?” You ask softly “No stay” he says holding your hand firmly “i am in a lot of pain so I’m sorry if I hurt your feelings it’s not my intention” “I know, it’s okay” he reaches up slightly but you meet him with a kiss.

Madam Pomfrey releases him from the hospital wing and gives you everything you need as well as instructions on how to take care of him. He refuses to be wheeled in a wheelchair so you put your arm around him and let him lean on you as you walk to his dorm.

Oliver is well liked which is why it wasn’t a surprise that everyone wanted to talk to him but you tried to get him to his dorm as quick and safely as possible. You finally get him there and into bed “thank you darling” he kisses your forehead as you stack pillows behind him.

Once he is comfortable you organise his meds and everything he needs. “Darling?” He asks “Yes, Oli?” “Can you come cuddle? It will help my pain.”

He makes some space for you and you get into bed with him and try to adjust the pillows but he hits his head on the bed post “fuck” he yells “shit, baby I’m so sorry” you gently rub his head “stop. Just stop” he yells. “I’m sorry, I failed at everything” you mumble “I know you’re trying to help and you’re doing a great job, it’s just these pain meds are only doing so much.”

He pulls you into a hug “you didn’t fail at this, you could never fail at comforting me.” Something about the way he assured you created a solution to help him feel better.

You let go of the hug “I promise I won’t fuck this up” you say “fuck what up?” He asks as you lift his shirt up halfway pressing kisses down his stomach. Your fingers slide into his pants and start to palm him over his underwear “fuck darling” he groans as you feel him getting hard underneath your touch.

Your hand slip underneath his underwear as you begin to jerk him off slowly “feels good” he assures you “I love it when you touch me like this.”

You stop jerking him off to get rid of his pants and underwear letting his dick free. Your spit on his dick letting your saliva run down the base down to his balls “Oh darling, you are going to be the death of me.”

Your lips wrap around the head and you start sucking and swirling your tongue around the head tasting his precum and letting out a moan. Slowly you begin moving further down until your nose hits his mound. Oliver’s moans become louder and needier which makes you incredibly wet but you focus solely on Oliver.

Your hands massage his balls, he goes wild every time you pay attention to his balls. “Fuck darling, that’s it.” You start to move faster on his dick your eyes start to water and drool goes down your chin, you can hear the sounds coming from the back of your throat that Oliver is obsessed with.

“So good for me darling, I’m so close” this prompts you to do everything you can to keep going. “Fuck, I’m really close, you got to pull out if you don’t want me cumming down your throat” he warns but that’s what you want.

“Ah so good darling” he says as he cums in your mouth. You swallow and gently remove your mouth from his dick. “Thank you” he kisses your forehead “so much better than pain meds, do you need me to repay you?” He asks as you help him out his boxers on “No, it’s about you my love, I’ll manage as long as you are okay.”

You lay down carefully beside him facing him with your lips almost touching, he wraps his arms around you. “I don’t deserve you” he mumbles against your lips “yes you do” you close your eyes and lazily kiss him.

[rainydayathogwarts]

𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐝 >> 𝐎𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐖𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

this is a small series I’ll be uploading. I’ll post each character on its own, but the character i’ll be writing this for are: Harry, Ron, Percy, Oliver, Remus, Sirius, James.

oliver! is always ready to praise and worship your body no matter what time of the day it is, so when you come up to him after a successful Quidditch match, engulfing him in a big hug and standing on the tip of your toes so you can whisper in his ear how much you want him, he is ready to pounce.

You can barely close the door to the changing rooms before Oliver's lips are on your body, kissing every inch of skin he can reach. He's lucky the team prefers to shower in their dorms. His veiny hands are gripping your waist while he's nipping at your skin, hips grinding mercilessly into you. It's only your hands, relentlessly trying to tug his pants down his thighs that have him pulling away from you to take over the job. He strips down to nothing, but scolds you when you mimic his actions because he takes joy in taking your clothes off.

You turn away from him and teasingly bend forward when taking your panties off, and not nearly a second later, Oliver is on his knees, pulling you back onto his face as he devours your cunt. You cry out loudly, tightly gripping the lockers in the room, the thought of anyone walking in on you making you impossibly wetter. Oliver can tell when you're about to orgasm from the way your pussy clenches around his tongue so he pulls away, one hand coming up to smack your ass, eyes trained on the way it jiggles.

When you whine, starting to beg for more, Oliver wraps an arm around your wrist, pulling you along into one of the showers, where he lets the water run hot before pounding into you, his body pressing yours up against the wall. He's basically carrying you with the way one of your leg is propped up on his hip, the other trembling from the pressure. Your arms wrapped around his body keep him impossibly close to you and he grunts into the crook of your neck.

He gets sloppy with his strokes, but one hand comes down to urgently rub your clit, making sure you come before him. Your second leg gives out from under you when you finally orgasm, but his tight hold on your body keeps you up, and his hand picks your second leg up to wrap around his waist so he can use the momentum to make him go quicker, pulling a second orgasm from you while he cums inside you, hips erratically pumping into you while he whimpers quietly.

He holds you in his arms, using the wall as support while he catches him breath, pressing soft, and much less urgent kisses on your skin. He knows he can put you down when you leave a kiss on his jaw, one hand coming up to push his face closer to yours so you can kiss him properly.

After the celebratory party in the Gryffindor Tower, he pulls you up to his dorm for an inevitable round two.

[keykeep]

Kinktober Day 21:Play Ball- Oliver Wood

Oliver’s tactics for Quidditch training was always extreme but his latest idea of having the entire Quidditch team to abstain from sex or touching themselves for an entire year throughout the Quidditch season has the whole team climbing the walls.

To restrict everyone’s ability to touch themselves or others. Enchanted Chasity cages were now a part of the official Gryffindor outfits to be warn on and off the field. Everyone was irritable, arguing, annoyed and they were talking about staging a mutiny. You were Oliver’s best friend and the only person who could listen to his 20 hour long rants about strategic planning of Quidditch matches. So you reasoned with everyone that it was time to break the no sex rule. 

“Wood you better be sitting down for this” you announced walking into his dormitory. “What's going on?” he answered lying on his bed. “The Gryffindor team had an emergency meeting” “why wasn't I notified?” he said upset. “Because it was about you Wood, people are sick of your extreme training methods they need a release”.

You waved your wand to bind him to his bed, and unclamp the chastity belt from your waist.

“What if I told you I wanted you right here? Right now” you smirked at Oliver Wood. He gulped blinking rapidly “as much as I would love to help you, you know the rules” he spluttered out. “well, some rules are meant to be broken” you smiled at him unbuttoning your blouse slowly. 

His eyes drifting down to your hands as you threw the shirt onto the bed, followed by your pants until you were standing in front of him in sheer mesh lingerie that you brought for the occasion. “Sorry, you were saying” you bit your lip walking closer to the bed where he was held.

“Uh,uh, Um” Oliver stuttered as you ran a finger down his chest till it got to his pants. You watched as his breathing changed and his body tightened until your touch. “but you said we can’t do this” you said kissing his lips as he responded immediately to your kiss. 

You straddle Oliver's thigh gyrating your hips desperate for some release, as you ground yourself up and down his thigh, you started to rock yourself on his thigh so he could feel your wetness soaking through your panties. “Please, let me get off on your thigh Oli” you begged.

“Okay,” he said and as if your hips have a mind of their own they went harder against him increasing the speed that was rubbing against you more intensely.

Loving the friction that was building your fingers bore into Oliver. You felt his cock harden as you smirk at him “can't.. help... it…so.. hot” he moaned. You cry out shuddering as your orgasm soaked through your panties onto Oliver’s thigh.

Oliver swore as you backed away pulling up a chair and sitting across from him. You moved your panties to the side and ran your fingers slowly up and down your clit. Your moving fingers split your lips apart and dipped into your moist depths. Plunging a finger inside yourself you moaned loudly “Oliver, this feels so good”. You could tell by his fixated gaze, the biting hard on his lip, the struggling of his body and his erect cock that he was enjoying this.

You withdrew the finger from your cunt before bringing it up to Oliver’s lips “wanna taste?”. He captured your finger in his mouth sucking on the glistening finger. You removed your finger from his mouth before plunging it back inside you. A moan escaped your mouth as your finger disappeared inside you once again before thrusting it in and out of you. Your thumb found your clit rubbing it fast.

Your breathing now heavy, you moved your hips wider apart and arched your back. Feeling yourself come apart again.

As your head became clearer you picked up your wand releasing Oliver from his bed. He grabbed your hips as he threw you against his bed before he hovered over you. “I’ve finally got you in my bed” he said kissing you. “Say the words and I'll stay here forever” you answered clutching him closer to you.

He shimmied out of his pants releasing his stiff cock from the tortuous fabric. Your eyes grew wide impressed by his size.

You flipped him over you positioned you mouth in line with his cock, running your hands from shaft to tip, before you gave the head of his cock a long slow lick.

You took his head into your mouth sucking it as your hands stroked the rest. You started to Bob your head up and down as you found your rhythm.

He grabbed your head pumping himself deeper in your mouth, watching as your throat constricted to fit his size, gagging and eyes watering as he withdrew his cock.

As a whimper escaped his lips.“If you don’t stop now, I’m going to cum down your throat”,“that doesn't sound too bad” you smiled slyly. “Maybe another day” he promised.

He flipped you over so he is hovering over you as he slides into you with a massive thrust of his hips. You gasped as you felt his cock sliding on and out, you wrapped your legs around his waist as you moved your hips to match his thrusts working in unison. With every thrust it seemed as if he went deeper and deeper inside. 

“Fuck”, he said through gritted teeth as he pulled back before slamming into you again. His fingers now dug into your hips destined to leave bruises in its wake as he pulled you tight against him. You dug your nails into his back as the moans grew louder. You fought to keep control of the pressure building inside your body but the astonishing pounding of flesh on flesh was euphoric, you couldn’t hold on any longer.

Your cries of ecstasy escaped your lips as your body began to buck beneath him. His cum followed closely behind yours as you felt Oliver’s cock jerk as cum erupted into you. He collapsed onto you as you caught your breaths and came to your senses. You pull Oliver in for a kiss “you’re right, stress relief is important, I feel so calm” you giggled as you responded “glad I could help Wood”, he responded with his mouth deepening the kiss between you before saying “you can always help me out”.

“I guess I should tell the team that the sex ban is lifted” Oliver said, “or we can tell them in the morning” You responded.

“I like the way you think” Oliver said

[bl4kstar]

locker room sex with oliver wood smut

warnings: smut aged up oliver

author note: the things i would let this man do to me is crazy.

Let's first start off with how u got in this position you sitting on the locker room bench legs spread and Oliver eating out your pussy.

To keep it quick cuz I know yall got no attention span and I don't either fr, you were wearing one of Oliver's sweaters to the game and some biker shorts. From some angles, Oliver can really get a look at all that ass. So when you walk into the locker room with Oliver you praise him about his win you started getting touchy and yeah that's how you are in that position currently.

Oliver was really good with his tongue slowly tracing circles over your clit and then sucking. Occasionally he'd raise his eyes up to meet at yours saying, "Feels good hm?" "It does..." "I can tell." Oliver would then let his lips curl into a smirk.

Oliver was the master of edging he knows exactly when to stop and exactly when to let you cum. Whenever you start squirming and your hips buck forward for more attention he stops completely then after like a minute, he goes back. e

ill finish latere

[mastermindmiko]

What a relationship with Oliver Wood would look like

pairing: Oliver Wood + fem!reader

word count: 603

summary: Oliver wood’s one secret 

trigger warnings: mentions of sex and quickies. 16+ I think that’s it, but let me know if you find anything

my masterlist

Requests are open

Oliver wasn’t a person to keep secrets he almost never had any, but if anyone -except you- asked him, he would flush a deep shade of red and wouldn’t reply. 

He had one secret that only you knew. He loves you so much and worships the ground you walk on that after the first time you both had sex, he took your red lacy underwear and kept it. 

Oliver is now so sure that it is his lucky charm. When he is during a game you will always find it in his pocket and if he wasn’t playing quidditch you would rarely not find it in his robe. 

Till now -thankfully- there had been no complications where your underwear fell out of his pocket while flying. Even though it was his lucky charm, the fact that it was so close to him made him very often distracted. 

That's how you realized that quickies would be a common thing in your relationship with him, he so often gets distracted by it that he would just pull you into a near closet in between classes. He would even sometimes call out a half time during a quidditch match and would fuck you senselessly in the locker rooms, because how would he ride a broom with a boner?

[siredtoyourlips]

Pt.2 of Harry Potter thoughts ( should I do more/ add some women?)

Ron Weasley: I believe that Ron cums so easily, you don't even have to be directly fucking him or anything. Grinding? Kissing? Touching yourself? Sending him pictures of you in not so innocent positions? Doesn't matter he'll cum for you instantly. He finds it so embarrassing but you find it hot. Just wait until he's actually fucks you he won't last long at all.

Severus Snape: I know that he hasn't had the most experience and is very insecure about how good he is but he's so good. He seems like the type of person to try things at least once (nothing to do with bodily fluids) he loves head though. No one ever gave him head before and it felt so nice and he can't get enough so don't you dare deny him if his satisfaction.

Oliver wood: Don't distract him. Tell him ahead of time what you're doing to wear. Even if it's just his jumper. If you wear it to support him and he sees it he'll get so hard so fast and he won't be able to focus. And if he lost the game? Oh. You're in trouble. He's going to fuck you until it hurts to move. He'll slap your ass and fuck you until he can't take it anymore. It's too good, he loves punishing you. Of course he'll explain everything and tell you how much he loves you in his jumper. BUT. you have to give him a heads up because you just looked too good in it.

Sirius black: He's been with quite a few people, he knows what he's doing. Don't you dare question it, but if you did, he's a visional learner and teacher. His lips are so soft and warm, his hair is so nice to pull and his cock is so long. SO LONG.. it almost hurts too much. He's bigger than anyone you've had ( or haven't if you're also a Virgin) he stretches you out and shows you what you're missing. By the end of it he's proven his point and claims you as his.

[owfanfiction1]

• Quidditch Tales (title in progress sorry lol)

Hey everyone. As I said before i only started writing this fic because I was bored but I ended up writing more so I'll end up posting them anyway. Thanks for all the likes the first part got. Sorry again if this sucks or if it has any inconsistencies with the OG HP. Hope you like it either way! xx

Part I

Oliver Wood (Gryffindor) x Aurora Lynch (Ravenclaw)

In which the main character comes from a family of famous Quidditch players and meets the most Quidditch-obssessed person in all of Hogwarts during their first year at the magic school.

°•° First Year - 1987/1988 - Part II 

   Aurora felt like everyone was staring at her for the next two days, though Isabelle reassured her many times that was not the case. Isabelle had calmed her down so much the last few hours, Aurora could truly see she was a friend, and she felt immensely glad. They had avoided sitting down close to David or Luke during meal times (though they already sat a little far away themselves), and Aurora felt like she would carry on avoiding contact with other people, especially non-Ravenclaws, until she felt she had truly recovered from the disappointment.

   When she entered the Great Hall for lunch, her stomach froze as she saw Oliver. He was such a nice guy, but he was probably using her too; David himself said he is interested in playing for Gryffindor, he probably thought Aurora could help him with it. When the students were heading back to their classrooms after lunch finished, Oliver had smiled and tried to approach her and Isabelle, but Aurora took her hand and sprinted to their next lesson before Oliver had the chance to catch up.

   Aurora got away with ignoring Oliver two other times, until the first year students were all standing, waiting outside Professor Flitwick's classroom to come inside, and he tapped her shoulder.

 - Hellooo! - he said loudly. Aurora could feel she was blushing. Isabelle's eyes widened, but she waited for Aurora's reaction first.

 - Hi, Oliver - Aurora, said turning away.

 - Well, how are you girls? Haven't seen you in days...

 - Fine - Aurora replied.

 - Did you... read QVW this week? - he asked slowly.

 - Yup.

 - Are you all right? Isabelle, is she okay?

 - We're FINE, Oliver, okay? We are fine! - Aurora spoke louder than she needed to. Oliver looked at her, in shock. He then took her wrist, muttered "Come here!" and dragged her a bit farther away from where the Ravenclaws and Gryffindors were waiting to come in, with Isabelle at their heels.

 - What is up with you?

 - Nothing! Nothing is up with me! All I'll tell you is that you can drop your little act, okay, Wood? I know you only want one thing! And it's not happening!

 - What? What do I want?

 - You're pretending to be my friend to make into the Gryffindor team, okay?! I know all about it! I am NOT helping you, I dont even KNOW the Quidditch Captains here! And I'm NOT-

 - Wait... - he held up his hands - You think... Why would I think being friends with you would help me become a Quidditch player?

 - Because... Well... - she stuttered as she watched his confused face. He really, honestly had no idea.

 - I mean... - he continued, muttering - Peter Lovejoy is my cousin and he plays for my house... That is why your little boyfriend said he saw me sticking up to his arse... He's my mum's nephew, I absolutely hate him, but well, he is Captain...

   Aurora looked at Isabelle, widening her eyes. Isabelle shrugged.

 - But what does Quidditch have to do with you? - Oliver repeated.

 - Well... some people thought I knew the Ravenclaw captain... Everyone thinks I know everyone in Quidditch, actually... - she replied.

 - Why? I mean would they-- Wait, do they think you are related to Adrian Lynch?

 - I am. He's my father.

   Oliver gasped, shaking his arms in shock.

 - What?! I had no-! Of course! That is SO COOL! Your dad... - He then straightened his posture, coughing - I mean he's all right... Oh, look, the class is going in, come on...

   Aurora had to stifle a laugh at that last comment. Oliver truly had to be brave to insult Aurora's own father right to her face. She could feel her cheeks were still crimson at the fact she had ignored and been so rude to Oliver for no reason. She looked at Isabelle, who whispered: "You should apologise to him...", and Aurora nodded.

   As soon as the class was as loud as it could be, Aurora considered Oliver.

 - I'm sorry... For... Everything. I shouldn't have done that - she finally said.

 - Well, it's all right. I understand why you'd think that... I mean some people might say it's nepotism or something when I get on the Gryffindor team, so...

 - Oh, come on... How do you know you'll get on the team?

    Oliver scoffed.

   Oliver did not manage to get on the team. A seventh year named Redding had taken the place of keeper instead. Aurora had teased Oliver so much about it in the Great Hall the day they found out, his face turned as red as the colour of his tie. He couldn't have been that disappointed though, everybody knew first years never made the team, and she reassured him he could try it next year.

 - I know. Definitely. Tryouts are next week, you'll see...

   They still kept their own little competition going on in their Flying lessons, though all of the students were getting pretty good at it at that stage. On a side note, both Aurora and Isabelle agreed that Oliver's mood improved slightly when she told him she was no longer speaking to David, though Aurora chose not to tell him what he had done.

   Towards mid-October, David had clearly put his revenge plan in action, which Aurora had been dreading for a few weeks. One day, she had simply left her homework on one of the tables in the Ravenclaw Common Room to go upstairs pick up a book, and when she came back, her homework was gone. She looked thoroughly for it, but it didn't seem to be anywhere. The only person Aurora knew in the room was David, though of course Aurora could not prove it was him; the worst part is she couldn't curse him in retaliation, because she would then be punished. She had cried all afternoon locked in the girls' bathroom - not only because she had to re-do her homework, but because she did not see what she had done wrong, she felt so alone and a wave of despair and anger went through her every time she saw David for a week.

   Quidditch had finally started in the first week of November, and the first match was Slytherin versus Hufflepuff - Aurora could not wait for a way to distract herself from David's bullying, as well as homework. But she just couldn't wait for Gryffindor versus Ravenclaw; and now that the teams were officially lined up, she could compare notes with Oliver. In Gryffindor, Peter Lovejoy was a good Chaser, but he, one of the Beaters and the Seeker were the only senior players in the team - the other two Chasers, the Keeper and the other Beater were all new additions and no one knew how they would play out in a real match; meanwhile, the only addition for Ravenclaw was a new Chaser, the position David had wanted which had gone to a really short fourth year.

   Aurora basically had Quidditch running through her veins; she thought no one could be more in love with it than her, until of course she heard Oliver talking about it. He had told Aurora he would sneak out to watch the Gryffindors train at the pitch whenever he could - and that was only Hogwarts Quidditch; he thoroughly read every edition of QVW and she found out his dad frequently wrote to him with details of the matches so he could know the statistics of the actual Quidditch League. Aurora found it completely hilarious and fascinating, and that was becoming the strong part of their relationship - they were very good friends, but they constantly teased each other about the Quidditch League and/or the Hogwarts Cup. Ravenclaw ended up beating Gryffindor when they faced each other, and Oliver refused to speak to Isabelle and Aurora for a whole day, which Aurora found hilarious.

   It was a Saturday mid-November, Aurora was getting told off by Isabelle, who was demanding her to go talk to Professor Flitwick. David's new plan had taken place in their dormitory, and it was obvious he had put one of his girl friends up for the job. Aurora had put on a pair of trousers to spend the day, which had obviously been jinxed, and levitated her up, loudly and strongly banging her head against the ceiling. Aurora had immediately started crying, feeling completely humiliated, and threatened. After calming down, she told Isabelle what had happened the first time, which led to Isabelle lending Aurora one pair of her own trousers, seizing her strongly by the arm and pulling her towards Prof. Flitwick's office.

   There, she had explained everything that happened, sobbing between sentences, and Isabelle served as a witness. Professor Flitwick then called David, as well as Professor McGonagall, the Deputy Headmistress, to his office, which made Aurora freeze and feel even more nervous.

 - Sir, I'd never do that to anyone's homework. And how do you explain how your pants were jinxed? Guys aren't allowed in girls' dormitories - David scoffed, after Professor Flitwick explained why he was there.

 - You asked one of your friends to do it, obviously! - Isabelle shouted.

 - Ha! - David scowled - Professor Flitwick, you know I am a model student. All students and teachers can confirm this. I don't know where she has got this idea from.

   Aurora's eyes filled with tears again.

 - You are mad I didn't help you get in the Ravenclaw team!

 - Wh-Why would I be MAD? - David acted offended - I tried to get in, yes, but I am not MAD at anyone.

 - I HEARD you saying she would regret it if she didn't help you!

 - I did NOT!

 - You did, too! - Aurora screamed, sobbing.

 - Enough! - Professor McGonagall's voice echoed loudly - We shall go up to Ms. Lynch's room. I want to examine her clothes.

   The five of them walked up to the Ravenclaw Common Room. The Ravenclaws all looked surprised to see Professor McGonagall there, who just strode up to the female second years' room. Aurora showed her her clothes, praying for the teacher to believe her.

   They went down to meet David and Professor Flitwick at the bottom of the stairs, and walked out of the Room again towards the corridor, and Professor McGonagall asked, strictly:

 - Mr. Simmons, have you jinxed Ms. Lynch's clothes?

 - No!

   She considered David.

 - Asked one of your girl friends to do that for you?

 - No, ma'am!

   She sighed.

 - I do not want to see you anywhere near Ms. Lynch from now on, do you understand me, Mr. Simmons? If Ms. Lynch has any more complaints about you, they will be dealt with personally by Professor Dumbledore, do you understand?

 - Professor! - David protested.

 - Do you understand, Mr Simmons?!

 - Yes, ma'am - David answered in a small voice.

 - Well. Ms. Lynch, please do not hesitate to contact me if anything else goes wrong... Or use self-defence spells - she insinuated this sentence, eyeing David. - And that is twenty points from Ravenclaw. For lack of solidarity.

   Isabelle protested quietly, and David looked to Aurora once again, raising his right eyebrow. He did not say anything, though, and just walked downstairs.

   Aurora did her best to shake off how desperate and afraid she felt, but David seemed like she would not annoy Aurora again, especially because Professor McGonagall watched him like a hawk for many seconds whenever he came inside the Great Hall for over a week. Aurora had not told anyone, not even Oliver, what had happened, but once, a few of the girls that were part of David's gang were pointing at Aurora, who was waiting outside the Charms room with Isabelle and Oliver and laughing hardly at some nasty comments that Aurora made out to be "Have you seen the state of her hair?!".

 - What are those girls laughing at? - Oliver asked curiously.

 - Probably me.

 - Why would they be laughing at you?

 - Probably David put them up for it. Rory, don't let him bully you! - Isabelle said.

 - Wait... Bully you?! That piece of s... That git is bullying you?

 - He's not! - lied Aurora - They're just stupid okay? I really don't care. Don't worry about it.

   However, the next day, Paul Clark, a second year from Ravenclaw told everybody he saw David hopping around the corridor outside the Great Hall because of a body-binding curse someone had put on him and Aurora secretly wondered if Oliver had anything to do with that.

   The rest year, thankfully, went on swiftly, Aurora's friendship with both Isabelle and Oliver becoming stronger and stronger, the subjects getting harder though she enjoyed every minute of it, and Hogwarts truly became her favourite place on Earth, her home. The best parts were, of course, when she could tease Oliver after Gryffindor or the Tornados faced a defeat, as she loved to watch Oliver's ears turning red. Ravenclaw did lose once, to Slytherin, and Oliver finally had a chance to tease Aurora back. However, both turned out level when Slytherin won the House Cup that year, and they were too disappointed to even fight.

   The final exams were stressful and completely detested by all, but Aurora and Isabelle stayed true to their Ravenclaw hearts, and studied hard for every one of them. Oliver was shocked to see Aurora even revised for their Flying final exam; he claimed there couldn't possibly be something to revise for if Flying was so natural to her, but Aurora just couldn't leave any subject untouched. Unsurprisingly, Flying ended up being the easiest final exam - Madame Hooch just asked students to fly up and perform a few tricks up in the air. For Aurora, the worst final exam was definitely Potions - Professor Snape was her least favourite teacher, who always seemed to be in a mood. But she pushed through it with the help of Isabelle and her roommates, who also proved they were truly Ravenclaws at heart.

   Aurora did not want the last day of school to come, but it did. She had spent 2 days packing up everything she had before they had to be at the Hogsmeade station, on the last day of term, catching the train at 10am. She had spent her last night at Hogwarts trying Every Flavour Beans with her friends, talking about their favourite parts of the year and what they would do over the summer. As soon as they reached King's Cross, she had hugged Isabelle tightly goodbye, having already exchanged addresses so they could maintain contact over the summer. She also hugged Charlie, Penelope and Georgia, after also promising to stay in touch. Aurora spotted her parents in a corner, and she knew as soon as they finished hugging, they would leave the platform, but she had not yet said goodbye to Oliver - and she had a hard time admitting it, but she would miss him. Luckily, before she stepped out the train, Oliver had placed his arm around her shoulders, just like David used to, but with him, it felt genuine and comfortable.

 - Have a good summer, eh, Ace?

 - I will. And don't call me that. Here... - Aurora handed him the last piece of paper with her address on.

 - Is that...

 - Yes. Write to me. Don't be a stranger.

   Aurora hugged him again and jumped off the train onto the platform. She then finally hugged and kissed her parents, who helped her with her luggage. Aurora looked back, taking in the last image of Hogwarts she would have for the next couple of months; her mother took her hand and together they ran into the wall and out into King's Cross Station.

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Fifth Floor Prt. 1

A/N - I wrote this out and it ended up being SO long! Part two will come soon enough, and that HAS the SMUT in it!

Summary - You and Oliver reunited after the Battle of Hogwarts, and old flames are rekindled again

Warnings - Just some fluff and angst in this part, Part Two is found here

"Alright, make a perch right here,"

Madam Promfrey helped place you on one of the old Great Hall benches, at least the one that wasn't destroyed and still standing.  You groaned a bit, your head throbbing from a wound that was inflicted on the top of your forehead, your energy dropping by the minute and your adrenaline was no longer evident.  The rest of the students and teachers around you were in no better shape either, trying to mend their wounds and unwind from all the chaos that happened within the last several hours.  Not to mention the bodies that were being moved and placed in a secluded area on the other side of the Great Hall.   It was heartbreaking to see, both Death Eater and those in the Order.  They were all the same: lifeless.  But it was worse since some of those bodies were of the students.

You both felt lucky and cursed to be alive.

Coming back to your old school Ala Mater, you wanted it to be more of a blissful reunion and not a bitter one.  But you were called back too, thanks to the enchanted Galleon you were given. The world was already turned upside down when You-Know-Who took over the Ministry of Magic, his followers running around all over Europe to capture half-blooded and muggle-borns, the safety of the medical world was now critical.  You even had to go into hiding since you were a half-born witch, your mother being a witch and your father a muggle.  Luckily, they both were out of the country on Holiday over in America visiting family when the Ministry Fell, and you can get in contact with them to stay across the Pacific until further notice.  

With your parents safe and out of harm's way, you were not focusing on yourself and going into hiding at your cramped little flat.  It was a bit hard, thinking that when you would go to sleep you would be awakened by a Death Eater leering over your little bed with a wand at your throat. Plenty of people were disappearing in the night.  You were glad to have escaped a few close calls, seeing Death Eaters going among the streets in packs and causing chaos for no random reason.  

Thankfully, you learned a thing or two when it came to blending in and staying under the radar.  You kept your eyes on your neighbors, especially the older couple that had no one else to turn to.  Thankfully, they were not a target to any Death Eaters or even the Ministry of Magic.  They would go for anyone, and to make sure you were not a min target, you made sure any communication with anyone was going to be minimal.

Yet the one person who you were still talking to since you graduated together, was Oliver Wood. 

Being from the same House and in the same year, you both were thick as thieves throughout your years at Hogwarts and in Gryffindor House.  Ever since you were first years, you and Oliver were sticking together when it came to classes and studying.  It was nice to have another friend in your year since you were on the shy side, though Oliver was a bit cockier and a sports enthusiast.  Especially with Quidditch, which was his obsession and life. 

Speaking of which, you saw him helping bring in some of the bodies of the fallen to the corner of the Great Hall, placing them gently on the ground and covering their bodies with some of the blankets from the Hospital Wing.  He too looked worn from the Battle: his clothes were disheveled and covered in dust, and blood was evident along his jaw and a bit in his hair.  But you were glad he was walking around and alive, in a much better state than others.  It made you smile, seeing him alive and alert.

The older you two got while at school, the deeper your friendship was going, and with the deep friendship, you developed feelings for him came along too.  You had no clue when it happened, whether it was your 4th or 5th year when it shifted, but you started to look at him in a different light.  How he would fly as the Keeper on the quidditch team, you watched him a pinch longer during practice or a heated match against Slytherin.  You two were still friends, going to Hogsmeade on certain weekends to get butterbeer and catch up together, or go out on the ground studying together for Potions or Herbology.  

You were catching feelings, whether you liked it or not.

"Hey!"  You saw him make his way over to you, weaving his way around the other survivors who were walking around and trying to catch their breath.  His eyes were right on you, and you gave him a small smile as he finally sat down next to you.  Before you could say anything, he engulfed you in his arms, you clinging onto him while you both were sighing in relief and happiness that you both were alive.  

You were beyond glad to see him there with all his limbs and functioning, the last time you saw him was still in the wee hours of the morning and he was making his way over to the courtyard with some of the other Quidditch players,  You were taking one at least two Death Eaters that were trying to kill a group of 1st years that were caught in the middle of battle and couldn't hide out in time. Of course, the rest of the night you were thinking about Oliver and if he was okay, if he was going to make it to the morning and survive that whole ordeal.

He did, and you two were reuniting again.

"You okay?" He asked as he pulled away abruptly and scanned your appearance frantically, "Nothin' broken?!"

"I'm okay.  I promise I'm okay," You reassured him as he gave you another hug, this one felt gentler and a pinch intimate.  Just being hugged by Oliver alone made you feel at peace for the first time since you arrived at the school on the threshold of chaos and death.  His hugs always made you feel calm through a storm, peacefulness in a chaotic world, and most of all love in a lonely time.  No matter how many times you two hugged, whether it was a simple hug or something more intense, you felt love. 

You both again pulled away and you took in a long breath, looking away from Oliver for a moment, seeing the Great Hall still trying to heal and digest all that happened.  People were weeping, others were clinging onto each other in hopes of feeling consoled, and the rest were simply sitting, saying nothing with longing gazes on their faces.

"I can't believe that happened," You said in a long exhale, tapping your fingers rapidly on your leg as Oliver was watching you carefully and with a hint of concern, "He almost killed all of us, didn't he?"

You-Know-Who, filled with rage and power that it seemed that you were losing hope in winning this war.  All of the horror stories you knew about him and his followers were in effect that night. You knew it would take some time for you to heal, you didn't know if it'd take months or years, but you weren't the only one.  Everyone in that room would need to heal.

"Aye, but I'm glad we're all alive," Oliver murmured next to you, sitting back a bit on the bench, "Thanks to Harry,"

You gave a small smile at the mention of the Boy Who Lived, remembering him as merely a fellow Gryffindor and someone who flew with Oliver on the Quidditch Team.  You've ran into him a few times, being one of the plenty who knew of his story before he even did.  But he was kind, a bit brash at times but kind and willing to stand up to the bullies.  Harry Potter was a true Gryffindor, and for him to lead the battle against the very Dark Lord who tried to kill him as a baby, he was beyond brave.

"Thanks to Harry," You repeated as Oliver shifted in his spot.  He gave you a serious look.

"Where are your folks?" He asked, you rolling your shoulders.

"In America, visiting my Aunt and Grandfather," You replied, "They left two weeks before the Ministry fell, and I told them not to come back,"

"Good," He replied in relief.  Oliver met your parents a few times, the first time was at Platform 9 and 3/4 when you were going back to Hogwarts for your second year.  Your mum and dad thought of Oliver as a great fiend inviting him to come to your home over the summer once or two to both use your backyard to train for quidditch together and to simply talk quidditch with your dad.  

"Your folks?" You asked him with a raised brow.

"Fine.  They…um.. they went into hiding as I did, but they're safe with some old colleagues of theirs," Oliver explained to you, you smiling in return.

"I've always liked your mum and dad," You stated, "They've always been so kind to me, especially your mum.  And your dad is just like you,"

"Or I'm just like my da?" Oliver asked as you smiled and shrugged.

"Don't know, but I'm not complaining," You joked half-heartedly, hearing him laugh in return.  Such an odd thing to do at a time like this, almost dying from Voldemort, almost seeing the school that you grew up and loved become dust.  Yet you two were laughing as if you'd never parted after graduation.  Some people were looking over at you in confusion, wondering why two young adults covered in dust and blood were laughing like teenagers all over again.  

But it felt good to laugh, it felt good to let that emotion come through like a wave that was crashing on the shore.  You remembered laughing like this with him when you two would study together in the Common Room, or chat side by side during dinner in the very Great Hall you two were at.  You missed this, being with your old best friend and not having a care or worry in the world.

For the briefest of moments, you forgot about the war and how you almost died.  

After the laughing died down and you two were quiet again, Oliver looked down at his attire and grimaced a bit, "I don't know how much dust I have on my blazer,"

"Me neither," You agreed, looking at your coat and noticing all that it took on with the battles.  Some wear and tear along your sleeves, your shirt ripped at the bottom from a Dead Eater nearly ripping it off of you while you were trying to escape, blood splattered along your pants and boots that you threw on, and even your hair was a bit matted and barely staying together from the braid it was in over your shoulder.

The last thing you wanted to do was move from the bench you were on since it felt like you could fall over in exhaustion, but you also wanted to scrub down all the filth from your skin.  Your mind didn't know what you wanted to do, and thinking of traveling back to your small cramped apartment seemed too stressful.  

"I need to wash this off," You grumbled, flicking off some dry blood that was stuck on your thumb.

"And I doubt there's anything here in the castle to rinse off in," Oliver added in agreement, then pausing with a tense look on his face.  You looked back at him with a questioning gaze.  You knew that look on his face, plenty of times in the past when he had a bright idea, whether it was during Quidditch practice or knowing what to do in his homework.

"What?" You asked him, seeing him then gaze at you while pointing to the Great Hall doors that were barely propped open and showing the battered hallway.

"You think the fifth floor is still intact?"  He asked you, having you cock your head at him.

"The fifth floor?" 

Oliver got the door open, with a gentle nudge of his shoulder as he had to give it a shove.  After you followed him through the small opening of the door, your eyes went wide from the site in front of you.  Of course, with some debris everywhere and a few cracks in the wall and windows, most of the room itself was mildly damaged from the battle.  Perhaps there was some enchantment in this room, with all the minor damages that were evident all around the room.  You had no clue, you've only heard of this place through some gossip with some friends.

The Prefect Bathroom. 

A massive tub that took up half of the room itself was built into the ground, aligned with cool step stones and marble that wrapped around and melted into the stone walls.  Stain glass windows that were floor to ceiling were on the other side of the tub, different shades of greens and blues illuminating the room from the sun that was already rising over the Scotland mountains and countryside near Hogwarts.  

Along another wall, there were facets, dozens upon dozens of bronzed facets perched over the tub ready for use.  A shelf that was splintered had some white towels that were tossed to the floor, along with some vials that looked to have stored oils and perhaps scented substances for use in baths.

Shocked was not a word you would use in your everyday vocabulary, but this time you were going to have to use it.

"Merlin's Beard," You gasped as Oliver walked over to where the facets were, you were scanning the whole room as Oliver was checking the damage of the tub.  The surprise and shock of this massive room were still reeling in your mind, you've never seen any kind of bathroom like this in your life.  The ones in your old dorm back in Gryffindor Tower had no tubs, simply shower stalls that were decent enough.  But this tub was the size of your entire bathroom at your home.  

"How do you know about this bathroom?" You asked him as he was kneeling next to the facets and scanning the tub.

"Quidditch Captains get access along with the Prefects and Head Boys and Girls," He explained, "You don't know how many times I would hide out here and soak in this tub after a match,"

"No wonder you fled after the games rather quickly," You hummed as you were staring at the gorgeous stained glass over the tub, the image of a Mermaid from the Black Lake was along the glass and looked hauntingly beautiful.  

"Let's test it out, shall we?" Oliver asked, you looking over at him with a hint of shock as he was turning a few of the facets.  Some gurgles were heard, and you thought that the facets were going to be broken and water wouldn't come out. Sure enough, a huge flow of water was coming through at least 5 facets.  Oliver chuckled turning a few more facets with ease.

"What if someone sees us in here?" You questioned in worry, looking at the door that led out of the room thinking someone was going to walk in on you and Oliver in the Prefect's Bathroom.  Of course, you two were grown adults, not longer students at Hogwarts, but it would still be a bit of a shocker if a passerby happened to stumble on the pair of you alone together.  You were no prude, but you would hate to be caught in an awkward situation.  

Oliver gave you a raised brow and a glare, "You think anyone's gonna wander up here after what just happened here at school?  To the Prefect Bathroom of all places?!" 

You glared, "You know what I mean,"

"Aye I do, and you're a bit paranoid," He replied, you huffing and pointing to the running water from the enchanted faucets.

"How is it still working?" You asked in shock as you watched the water flow into the massive tub.  Each facet was giving out a different color in the water but once it was in the tub, it was all clear again.  

"Don't know, but I'm not goin' to complain," Oliver huffed as he sighed and stood back up.  Walking over to you, Oliver cleared his throat and gestured to the tub that was being filled up with hot water, "I'll just…umm…let you go first."

You blushed and fiddled with your fingers.  Now hitting another wall In this situation, taking turns in a bath with your old best friend.  It was already risky enough for you to be venturing amongst the school grinds, right after a massive battle that almost took out the entire castle.  

But another risk was being there with Oliver, the very Quidditch Captain that you both adored as a friend and secretly had a crush on.  No matter if you two were adults, covered in blood and dirt, still running on adrenaline and stress from nearly a handful of times within a few hours, exhausted in both fatigue and mental pain, you were getting those butterflies in your stomach again.  Just like you were teenagers, sitting together during a meal or in a study session, those fleeting emotions seemed to be coming back on overdrive.

Perhaps you were thankful he was alive and with you, finding you in a massive crowd of survivors and making sure you were okay and safe.  Or maybe it was the fact he reached out to you hours before everything happened, telling you Harry was calling all of the ex-Quidditch players to help defend Hogwarts.  You were both barely in contact with each other since you graduated, and seeing him at your doorstep with that glint in his eye and the look of panic and pain on his face.

But you would follow him anywhere, even if it meant into battle.  Placing your life on the line for the sake of helping your old friends defend the school you grew to love. Oliver had a way about him, the way of being able to give you a sense of security and vulnerability that no one else could ever do.  He knew your deepest secrets but held them to his heart with no sign of exposing them to others, his own unique joy and humor made you laugh more than anyone else ever could.  

There was no denial for you, you did love Oliver.

"Thank you," You replied, seeing him give you a small smile.  He was about to walk past you, leaving you in the Prefect Bathroom when you suddenly grabbed his arm.  Oliver stopped, looking at you as if something was wrong.  But you were giving him a kind smile, still holding his arm gently within your fingers and remaining close enough to almost feel the heat radiating off his skin.  It made you wonder if he could hear your heartbeat going up a bit faster.

"You okay?" He asked, his voice was low and subtle, almost sounding gravely, and yet warmth was mixed in his tone.  

"I'm just….I'm glad we're both okay and alive," You said in a stammer, Oliver saying nothing but staring down at you, "Mostly, I'm glad you're okay,"

Oliver gulped, giving you a short nod, "I'm glad you're here too,"

"And I know we haven't talked in a long time since we left Hogwarts, but you were my best friend.  All of the best memories I have ever had within these walls were because of you.  I never had a chance to tell you, and I wanted to tell you now," You explained with no hesitation in your voice.  It was selling out of you before you could stop yourself or dial it down. 

"I'm just glad we're both alive and that I told you how I felt.  It would have killed me if I didn't," You said calmly, then being a bit bold by leaning up a bit on your tiptoes and giving him a gentle kiss on his cheek.  It was brief, the fog that would roll over the Black Lake outside of the castle on an early Autumn morning.  But the feeling alone made you feel experience sparks under your skin, that teenage sensation was back tenfold as you were about to turn back around and grab one of the towels that seemed decent to use.  

Oliver turned you back around with a gentle grab on your arm, kissing you soundly on the lips.

You've been kissed before, yet not like this.  This felt like a new level of a kiss, his chapped lips along your own that almost shuttered from the sensation.  Other kisses felt clumsy or out of place, maybe failed attempts to make you feel swooned.  You hated those kisses, they seemed uneasy and stumbled.  But not this.

This felt like the sensation of flying on your broom for the first time, drinking a butterbeer on a cold winter day in Hogsmeade, and the feeling of snow touching your cheeks during the first snowfall.  Kissing your best friend, the one friend who was your true north and compass in the bad times, the one friend who knew how to make you laugh and feel overjoyed, and the one friend who was your number one fan and supporter in any choice you made.  

He pulled away slightly, you still in a daze from that simple touch of the lips as you slowly opened your eyes and watched him gaze at you.  With him being slightly taller than you, his brown orbs were pouring into yours as he was almost wishing to read your mind.  

But you knew that the same broke inside of you.

"Merlin," You whispered, leaning back up and kissing him back.

You both melted into one another, hands grasping each other's clothes as Oliver kissed you over and over as if he was both starving and yet taking his time with you.  You were letting him, his fingers brushing along your neck as he cradled your face close to kiss you soundly, his body pressing against you with the right amount of pressure that your head was spinning.  Everything about Oliver was consuming you, your fingers were clinging onto his blazer in fear that he was going to drift away from you. He wouldn't, you knew that deep down that he wouldn't leave you like this.  

One of his arms moved from your neck to lower your body, wrapping his arm around your waist to pull you in tightly as his kisses evolved into deeper and more sensual kisses.  It felt like a drug was kicking in with no sign of slowing down, maybe the knowledge of almost losing each other hours before when the castle was in flames and people were dying around you was still igniting in you.  

Before you both knew it, hands were roaming as you were leaning into him more and more. His hands moved to strip off your jacket letting it fall to the ground in a heap as your tongue moved out to trace his lower lip.  A small sharp inhale was heard from him, his fingers were dancing along your worn down shirt and his other set of fingers were digging into your hair while your hands attempting to push off his blazer.  Oliver grinned against our lips, moving his hands away for his blue blazer stained in blood and grime was now on the ground. 

"What are we doin'?" He asked against your lips as you kissed his hotly and smiled. 

"What we should have been doing for some time," You murmured back as his arms were around you again.  

"Aye, we should have done this a long time ago," He confessed as he pulled away again to look down at you again. You saw how plump his lips were, his dilated his brown eyes looked, and even the flush on his skin and cheeks.  This was a unique look on Oliver, who always seemed to have his cool and calm demeanor even the most stressful of times.  But now he looked undone, stripped open and bare, and it was all from kissing you.

"I think this is crazy," you admitted with a soft smile, though the smile on Oliver's face never left as he shook his head.  

"We just survived a war at the hands of Voldemort, and you think snoggin' in the prefect's bathroom is crazy?" He asked you in a breath, you staring deep into his eyes and seeing him reach into his back pocket where his wand was snug in.  With a twist of his wrist, you heard the door snapping shut and locking automatically.

"What's crazy, is that I never said a word about how I felt about you all those years we were friends," He explained with a gulp, his eyes never leaving yours as he went on, "I was afraid to say anythin', but not anymore.  I wanna be with ya, only ya, and after what we went through last night, I'm not lettin' ya go,"

You would have melted to the floor from hearing those words from Oliver, and you knew then and there you would never be able to let him go either.

Reaching down to retrieve your wand that was on the floor with your blazer, not losing your gaze on Oliver who was still giving you an alluring gaze, you licked your lips and gripped your wand tightly.  Finally, you turned around and aimed at the door.  With a flick of the wrist, magic shot out of your wand and landed against the door and the wall, giving a shimmering light.

“What did ya do?” Oliver asked in a tentative tone, thought you grinned and looked back at him with a soft grin.

“Imperturbable Charm” You answered, seeing him  grin widely as you dropped your wand onto your jacket that was on the floor.

“Bloody Hell,”

To Be Continued....

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Ash & Skylight Part 10

This is currently planned to be a mid-length story between You/Reader, Charlie Weasley, and Oliver Wood.

Summary: All you’ve ever wanted in life was to know where exactly you could plant your feet in the ground and grow into yourself. Clearly, you never meant to fall for a certain ginger-haired, freckly, dragon-chaser called Charlie Weasley. Even moreso, you certainly never meant to invite in a particular overly-competitive, Quidditch fanatic named Oliver Wood into your life. And yet, perhaps there is something to be found in the skies, after all; perhaps there is a bit of promise in risking it all in the wide, blue world above.

[Multi-Post Story] [Charlie Weasley x Reader] [Oliver Wood x Reader] [Warning: If you don’t like sad endings, this one may not be for you.]

Note: Part 10 does not contain any explicit smut. (It’s coming, I promise.) 

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True to his promise, over the summer, Oliver bombarded you with so much Puddlemere United clothing and merchandise that your mother finally came to you and asked, in a very worried voice, why you were spending all your money over a sudden obsession with a boyband.

“It’s not a boyband,” you said, as you reached over and slowly took the latest package away from her.

“Then what is it? This – This Puddle - ?”

“Puddlemere United. It’s my friend’s Quidditch team.”

Your mother blinked.

Seeing her confusion, you explained, “It’s a magical sport.”

“Sport? You play a sport?”

“My friend does.”

“And does this ‘friend’ of yours send these things to all of his friends?”

“No. Just – Just me.”

Your mother hesitated.

Oh no, she’s going to ask if he’s my boyfriend, you thought, cringing already.

Instead, your mother asked, “Is he scamming you?”

You stared at her. “What? No, he sends me these things because he’s – we’re very close.”

“Close, huh?” Shrewdly, your mother pointed out, “But there haven’t been any letters attached to these packages.”

“That’s because he’s not very good at writing letters. He did warn me beforehand and he promised me to send me a bunch of stuff instead.”

Your mother frowned. “Sending gifts is easy, though. He sounds like a textbook playboy.”

On this point, you reassured her earnestly, “No, Mum, he’s really, really not.”

*     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *

When your Hogwarts letter arrived, carrying the welcome-back letter and your N.E.W.T results, you were pleasantly surprised with your final marks, but you had to admit you were the slightest bit disappointed when the Head Girl badge didn’t fall out of the envelope. Still, you were able to tuck your letter away with little more than a rueful smile. You were let down, but it didn’t feel as important as it would have even a year ago.

You went down to dinner with your family. The television was on in the background, though none of you were paying attention to it. The announcer was saying, “And now, we have some frightening news. Mass murderer Sirius Black has escaped from prison and is on the run…”

*     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *

It was your first day back at Hogwarts. Gripping your new school schedule in your hand, you made your way up to the faraway classroom of History of Magic.

The corridor was desolate when you arrived. You knew it would be. Few students opted to subject themselves to the wheezy monotone of Professor Binns. In truth, you found it rather relaxing. Besides, you’d always thought that History of Magic was a very important subject because you agreed with the general concept that history was bound to repeat itself.

You settled back, leaning against the wall and waiting for Binns to pop his ghostly head through the classroom door to invite his students in.

However, you heard an unexpected plea from around the corner. “I have to go to class now. I know you don’t like when I leave you, but I need you to understand. Please.”

You frowned. Huh? Why would going to class be a problem for anybody?

You knew it wasn’t any of your business, but your curiosity got the better of you. You walked around the corner of the hallway. “Excuse me, what’s going - ?”

Your sentence cut short as you caught sight of the huge, grumpy white cat who had somehow managed to perch himself on the windowsill of a very high window.

Hannah and Ernie were standing underneath the windowsill, trying to coax Bean to come down so that they could go to class.

“Oh no, not again,” you whisper-groaned to yourself.

Upon hearing you, Hannah and Ernie turned around.

“Oh, hello,” Hannah said. “Bean won’t come down. You remember Bean, don’t you?”

Behind her, Bean was slowly inching towards a potted Mimbulus Mimbletonia.

You paused. What in Merlin’s name is a plant like that doing up there?

Your hesitation cost you, however. In the next second, Bean reached out and swatted happily at the plant.

“Watch out!” You leapt forward, grabbed poor Ernie by the collar of his shirt and yanked him out of the way. Unfortunately, as Ernie was now taller than you, but quite lanky and thin (as he was at that awkward growing age), the way you dragged him forth made him bow his head down. When the pot fell and shattered on the ground, you instinctively turned around at the noise - and poor Ernie ran head-first into your breasts.

“Ah!” he yelled, horrified.

“Hey, what’re you doing? Get off of me!” You immediately shoved him to the ground as hard as you could.

Ernie fell unceremoniously on his butt onto the cold, stone floor, yelling, “Ow!”

“Ernie!” Hannah cried out in concern. She reached for him, but Ernie didn’t notice. He was too busy frantically tamping down his messed-up hair and yelling at you, “What the hell d’you think you’re doing?”

“What d’you mean?” you replied hotly. “I just saved you, you ungrateful twit!”

“I’m not arguing about the fact that you saved me! I’m arguing about the manner in which you did it!”

Your face flushed, but you retorted, “Beggars can’t be choosers!”

Just then, you saw Bean drop back on his hind legs so that he could start batting at the twinkling sun crystal that hung in the window.

“Stop that, you good-for-nothing cat!” you shouted harshly at him. “Get down here!”

Hannah turned to you. In an embarrassed voice, she pleaded with you, “I know he’s a handful, but please don’t be so mean. It’s really unkind of you to say those things to him when he’s just being a cat.”

Taken aback by Hannah’s pure plea, you murmured shamefully, “Sorry. Um, I have a bit of a temper. You’re right, that was mean.”

Bean, who had paused with his paw in mid-air when you yelled at him, took this opportunity to obey – by suddenly dropping down onto your head.

“AH!” you screamed, as you felt tiny, but quite sharp claws digging into your head. “GET OFF OF ME, YOU FAT CAT!”

You violently shook your head back and forth - and Bean went flying. With a thud, Bean hit the wall. He slid down the wall, looking like a squished marshmallow.

All three of you watched as Bean finally flattened out on the floor.

With a reproachful look and a sad little “meow,” he picked himself up and then started to slink away, sticking to the wall as much as he could, obviously depressed.

“Oh, no! Bean!” Hannah went after Bean, with her arms outstretched. Only Bean let out a yowl and streaked down the hallway, leaving Hannah behind.  

“Come back! She didn’t mean it!” Hannah chased after her cat.

Ernie glowered at you. “Merlin, Hannah’s bad enough on her own, doting on that stupid chump of a cat. Why do you have to come along and make things worse?”

“Excuse me, I was just trying to help.”

Ernie deadpanned, “Scaring the cat away and making Hannah cry ‘cause of you mean you were. Good job.” Shaking his head, he jogged after Hannah.

Your mouth fell open in helplessness. What was I supposed to do?

A tiny voice in the back of your head whispered knowingly, Well, you could not insult her cat, for starters. You could also do without slamming him into a wall.

With a soft, defeated groan, you went chasing after Ernie, Hannah, and Bean.

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Ironically, the four of you ended up exactly where you had first met – under the huge willow tree by the Great Lake.

Hannah was standing at the base of the tree, staring up into the leafy branches, trying not to lose sight of the grouchy white fluffball that had somehow sandwiched himself in-between the very top branches. She was murmuring, “Please, Bean. Please come down.”

“Hannah, Bean isn’t coming down because he knows you’ll stay here for him,” Ernie said, tapping his foot impatiently. “You’ve got to take a firm approach, for once. Leave him and he’ll follow you.”

Just then, you joined them at the base of the tree.

Glowering at you, Ernie jerked his head up at Bean. “Maybe you should try apologizing to Bean.”

You sighed. Clasping your hands together, you mumbled without any feeling in your voice, “Bean, I’m so sorry. Bean, won’t you forgive me? I was only – Hey, wait. What’re you - ? Bean? Bean, no!”

All three of you gasped as Bean suddenly leapt to his feet and very nimbly ran the length of the branch until he was at the very tip of the branch, which overlooked the Great Lake. With a small, rebellious “meow,” Bean abruptly dropped from the branch onto a floating piece of driftwood.

Even as you and Hannah gasped, the current was already starting to take Bean away from shore.

“Bean, no!” Hannah shrieked.

“Merlin,” Ernie cursed under his breath.

“Get back here! C’mon, save yourself!” you shouted loudly, waving your arm in the air. “Bean! I know you know what you’re doing, you devil cat!”

Bean merely swished his tail and held his head up high as he floated away from all of you.

With a growl, you cursed, “Damn it, Hannah, is your cat broken? I thought cats hated water!”

“Bean does hate water,” Hannah said, wringing her hands anxiously. “Oh no, oh no – quick, isn’t there any spell that can help us?”

Just then, the driftwood tipped over and with a fearsome yowl, Bean was dumped into the water.

“Too late,” Ernie said wryly.

“BEAN!” Hannah screamed. She raced up to the shoreline and started to take off her cloak.

“Can cats swim?” you asked, looking over at Ernie.

Ernie paused. “Probably.”

You and Ernie looked at each other.

Ernie crossed his arms at you. “You couldn’t have asked the cat to come down nicely. This is your fault, you know.”

With a groan, you hurriedly put down your book bag and stripped off your outer cloak.

“Hannah, stop!” You grabbed Hannah’s arm, as she had been about to dive into the Lake. You gently pushed her away from the shoreline.

“But Bean - !”

“She’s going to go,” Ernie said, nodding at you.

You plunged into the Great Lake. It was September and though the water wasn’t unbearably cold, it was certainly chilly at nine in the morning.

Gritting your teeth, you swam forward, looking for a floating bundle of white fur somewhere in the water. Then, you saw him – Bean was paddling as hard as he could with his paws, but his fur was so heavy that it was pulling him down.

You dove into the water and swam underwater for as long as you could. At one point, you thought you heard a splash behind you, but you couldn’t afford to look – you were focused only on making it to Bean.

Finally, you were able to reach out and grab Bean. You made to pull him towards you, but you’d forgotten to calculate how heavy he was now that his fur was completely wet.

“Mer - !” The rest of your curse was cut off and became an underwater bubble as the weight of Bean took you both down.

For a moment, you couldn’t make anything out except the sound of your own heartbeat and the rush of the water around you.

Then, you felt someone grab your waist and give a tremendous yank upwards –

Splash!

You coughed out loudly.

“Mreow!” Bean let out a choked, angry yowl.

Then, that ever-steady, broad voice sounded out, “I’ve got you!”

Still sputtering, you turned your head to see someone you’d missed all summer, someone you’d been thinking of all summer long, someone you’d wanted to meet when you were dressed nicely and feeling your best, not thrashing about ineffectively in freezing water while looking like a drowned rat.

“O-Oliver?”

“Are you all right?”

You coughed out, “I’m fine.”

Oliver nodded. “Good. Now, let’s get the cat back to shore.”

“He’s heavy.”

“Meow.” Bean seemed to let out a noise of protest. You were sure that in normal circumstances, Bean would have glared at you, with his tail righteously high in the air, but as it was, he was too depressed, what with his magnificent fur being all sopping wet, that he let your comment go with only one protesting meow.

“It should be okay with the both of us,” Oliver said. “C’mon.”

With Oliver’s help, the three of you were able to propel slowly towards shore.

However, when the water became waist-high, you had to pick Bean up out of the water. Your shoulders sagged with the effort. “Godric,” you groaned, “seriously, why are you so heavy?”

Bean, sensing he was close to safety, scratched at your arm.

“Ow! I am trying to help you, you stupid cat!” you reminded Bean.

Ernie suddenly appeared, as he’d stepped forward into the water, too. “I said not to insult her cat,” he said, irritated, as he yanked the cat out of your arms.

Ernie must have been stronger than he looked, because he was able to grab hold of Bean with one arm and push you back into the water with his other hand. 

“Ah!” You made a big splash as you landed back into the water butt-first.

“Oi, what d’you think you’re doing?” Oliver yelled at Ernie.

“Oh, sorry,” Ernie said airily, as he handed Hannah back her sopping wet cat. “Hand slipped.”

You growled at Ernie, but the next minute, you felt warm hands slip under your shoulders and pick you up out of the water.

Oliver set you on your feet.

You turned your head and looked up at him. He’d changed a little, over the summer. His brow seemed more set, somehow, and there was a suggestion of stubble on his jaw. You hesitated. But then, your eyes met his, and you saw it – that careful concern, that puppyish-ness hiding behind his more straightforward expression.

You smiled. “Hi, Oliver,” you said warmly.

Oliver seemed a bit confused, but the corner of his lips tugged up when he heard the warmth in your voice.

When you stepped closer to him, he brought his arm around your waist and the two of you walked out of the water together.

Meanwhile, Hannah had taken off her cloak and wrapped Bean in it. “You’re okay now. You don’t have to be scared anymore, Bean. I didn’t abandon you, and you don’t have to run away.”

She made her way to Hagrid’s, to ask if he might have anything to cheer up a grumpy, water-logged cat. Ernie went with her, of course. As they left,  you heard Ernie say exasperatedly, “Hannah, you’ve really got to train your cat properly. It’s way too attached to you.”

“What was all that about?” Oliver asked you, now that the two of you were out of the water.

“Oh, it’s silly.” You sighed a little, as you pushed your soaked hair out of your face. “I was trying to apologize to the cat and he ran away.”

“Why? What did you do to him?”

“Nothing. Well, maybe I was a bit mean…”

Oliver cocked his head at you, as he tried to figure out what you were saying.

“Wait,” you said suddenly, “why are you out here, instead of in class?”

“Free period.”

You eyed Oliver most skeptically.

“We’re seventh years now, remember?” Oliver said, immediately recognizing the disbelief in your gaze.

“And?” you questioned.  

“Well, I didn’t sign up for any morning classes, except Transfiguration. That leaves most of my mornings free for Quidditch practice.”

“Oliver, you never lacked time to practice,” you pointed out. “You can practice as much as you want after class. And you practiced all summer.”

Oliver shook his head. “No, other teams book the pitch after class. And this summer only showed me how much more I have to learn. I have to get better.”

“At this rate, I wouldn’t be surprised if you turned into a Snitch yourself,” you said to Oliver sternly. But you were only teasing.

Oliver teased you back, nudging your shoulder with his. “Hey, you should be grateful that I was practicing. I was flying over the pitch when I saw someone in the Great Lake. Didn’t imagine that someone to be you, though.”

“Believe me,” you said sullenly, “this was not what I had in mind for this morning, either.”

Oliver grinned. “I didn’t think it was. You know, for how fit you are, you’re amazingly resistant to physical activity.”

“What?”

Oliver mused, “If I’d been born with your natural strength, I’d have been able to send Flint flying in that last match against Slytherin…” A sharp glint appeared in his eye and Oliver made a sudden movement with his shoulders, as if slamming an imaginary person sideways.

“You did slam him,” you reminded Oliver. “Madam Hooch gave Slytherin a free throw for that.”

Oliver shook his head violently. “Terrible call. Completely biased. Y’know, I sometimes wonder if she’s got a thing for Snape. That’s the only explanation I can come up with that explains why she can’t get her head out of her ass.”

You stared at Oliver exasperatedly. However, as you did, you noticed that Oliver’s white training shirt had been soaked through and the fabric was sticking to his body. When he moved, the cloth rippled along with his muscles. He was fine, this boy.

“What? You’re not siding with Slytherin, are you?” Oliver demanded, when he realized you weren’t looking at his face anymore.

You swallowed. “No. You were right. Gryffindor was right.”

“You sure you’re all right? You look like… I don’t know, like you swallowed too much water or something.”

You flushed. “I’m fine, Oliver. I’m just a little cold.”

“Oh, I have some extra clothes in the locker room,” Oliver offered. “Come with me.”

*     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *

You and Oliver showered in separate stalls. When you stepped out of the stall, you saw that Oliver had left you some of his Gryffindor Quidditch clothing.

Once you’d dressed, you walked over to the doorway, where Oliver was already waiting. He was staring out at the Quidditch pitch, once again looking up at the golden hoops.

You let him have his moment, not wanting to disturb him. But when he sensed your presence and turned towards you, you reached up and softly patted the back of his hair.

“Your hair’s still wet.”

“Hm? Oh, yeah.” Oliver shrugged. “I just let it be. I figure it’ll dry on its own.”

You smiled lightly. “That’s not wrong, but you could get a cold, Oliver.”

“I never have before.”

“Yes, you have,” you reminded him. “You got all feverish and collapsed on me. Remember? I had to help you back up to the castle.”

“Did you…?”

“Yes,” you said, with certainty.

“When?”

“Last year.”

Oliver frowned, puzzled. Then, he recalled, “Was that the time you tried to visit me with a bag of chocolates?”

“I – um – No, that was the time I saved you,” you said, suddenly finding yourself caught off-guard.

“Yeah, but the next day you came up with a bag of chocolates, right?” Oliver looked down at you earnestly, as if he was really trying to remember.

Not wanting to admit it, since it was far before you started dating, and yet not wanting to lie to him if he really was trying to remember, you just stood there, blushing and looking away from him. “No – It was the house-elves – They said they could only do a – a heart imprint so…”

Oliver watched you. After a moment, he murmured, “Is it hard for you to admit that you liked me back then?”

Your heart fluttered when he said that – you weren’t sure why. Maybe it was because his voice dropped into a lower register that made him sound so protective and kind, all at once, or maybe it was because he was reaching out and gently pushing back a strand of your hair from your face.

You murmured, “Well, when I let it slip that I had tried to visit you with chocolates, you stared at me like I had horns coming out of my head.”

Oliver nodded, remembering. “I couldn’t believe it. You were so cute. You were getting all flustered over having tried to bring chocolates to me.”

You started to turn away from Oliver (fed up not by him, but by your own embarrassment), but you glimpsed how Oliver’s face fell – only the slightest bit, mind you, still, you caught the beginnings of his puppy eyes starting to come into play.

Ah, no. I didn’t mean to deny it, Oliver… I just… Before you could stop yourself, you turned back around, leaned in,  and quick as a butterfly, you pressed a soft kiss on his cheek before falling back.

Oliver blinked, surprised. “What was that for?”

“Oh… Just a small hello, after a summer apart,” you made up.

“Oh,” Oliver breathed out. He stood there, perfectly still, and made no move to kiss you back.

You paused. Should I not have done that? I thought at the end of the year last year, we were naturally becoming a little more intimate. But maybe I’m remembering it wrong… Does Oliver feel awkward around me? You uncertainly ran your fingertip along the etching of his shirt over the side of his arm as you wondered, “I know you were really busy at the training camp, and you’ll have to tell me about everything you learned at camp later, ‘cause I want to know. But… well, did you think of me at all?”

Oliver looked at you funnily, as if surprised by your question. “Didn’t you get all the stuff I sent you?”

“Oh yes, I did,” you reassured him. “I own more Puddlemere United clothes than anything else now.”

“Well,” Oliver said confidently, “that’s how it should be.” He reached up, and the motion left your hand stranded in mid-air, for his arm had bent so that you could no longer run your finger up and down the side of his arm.

You started to draw your hand away, but before you could take your hand away, Oliver’s hand came up and caught yours.

You smiled, immediately feeling so pleased as Oliver's fingers folded over the back of your hand and his palm pressed warmly up against yours. You could feel the calluses on his hands. You marveled at the roughness of his hand and once again thought both proudly and wistfully of having hands that bore indicators of a deep, significant dream. 

“I’ll walk you back up to the castle?” Oliver murmured. It came out as a question.

You looked up at him curiously, wondering why he always asked you this when the last thing on your mind was that he would somehow become further from you.

“Sure, that would be nice,” you replied. “Oh, and when we’re on our way up, maybe you could help me find a reed or leafy branch.”

“What for?”

“Just something Bean might want to play with,” you explained. “I reckon I need to go apologize to him properly.”

Oliver stared at you, wondering what in the world could have started this feud between you and this specific cat. 

“C’mon then,” you said. With a tug, you pulled Oliver out of the Quidditch locker rooms and out onto the autumnal Hogwarts grounds.

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Meanwhile, poor Neville Longbottom was staring sadly at his fallen plant. He wondered how this could have happened. He had Levitated his plant up on that high windowsill to keep it safe and make sure it would get the sunlight it needed.

*     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *

You did, in fact, find a big leafy branch. Carrying it in your hand (which earned you a lot of snickers from the other students), you went up to the Hufflepuff common room. There, you were able to find Hannah and Ernie. Bean was there, too, lounging on Hannah’s lap. He was wearing a merry knitted yellow sweater that clashed magnificently with his cheerless face.

You stopped in front of Hannah. “I just wanted to say I’m sorry for how mean I was to Bean. Here’s my, uh, peace offering.” You held out the branch, rather embarrassed. “If he’ll, um, accept it.”

Ernie let out an unimpressed snort. It took all your willpower not to turn around and conk the boy on the top of his head with your fist.

Hannah looked up at you. For a moment, you were unsure of how she would react, but she suddenly beamed brightly – and it was like a light bulb turning on.

Merlin, you thought to yourself, as you saw Hannah’s smile spread over her pink cheeks. How can she be so cute?

“Thanks!” Hannah reached out and took the branch. “And I know you were trying to help. It’s just that Bean can be a bit sensitive when it comes to people’s tones. He used to have an owner that spoke badly of him all the time, so I feel a bit protective over him when it comes to stuff like that.”

“Oh. Um, I’m sorry again.”

“No worries! Thank you,” Hannah said, still smiling warmly at you.

With a nod, you turned away, feeling relieved that you had paid your dues.

Just then, however, you heard a loud hiss, and scratch!

“Ow!”

“Bean!”

As soon as you had turned around, Bean had reached out one paw, slightly constrained by the yellow sweater he’d been shoved into, but still dexterous enough, to claw viciously at the back of your upper thigh.

You whirled around and seethed at him.

“Sorry!” Hannah cried out, and she quickly shoved Bean down into her lap, making sure all four of his limbs were caught between her arms. It was an unsettling sight to see Bean’s gigantic head bulging out like that.

On the other side of the table, Ernie guffawed.

Your chest puffed out in anger. Only, seeing Hannah’s big, apologetic eyes, you tamped down your rage and instead stormed away, but you knew, you just fucking knew, that you would forever hate this cat and he would forever hate you.

*     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *

Every day, regardless of whether it was a weekday or weekend, Oliver got up at five o’clock in the morning. Six o’clock was sleeping in for him. In contrast, you normally woke up at eight thirty at the earliest and, when left to your own devices, you usually awoke around eleven in the morning.

However, towards the end of last year, you’d formed a habit of waking up at six o’clock, just to come down into the Gryffindor common room, where Oliver would be flipping through the sports section of the newspaper or studying new plays to try out, and you’d flop over onto his lap or snuggle into his side and fall back asleep.

To Oliver’s great happiness, you continued this ritual, picking up from the very first morning you were both back at Hogwarts.

This time, you even managed a bit of conversation. You sleepily leaned over the couch and wrapped your arms around Oliver’s shoulders from behind him. Then, burying your face against his neck, you yawned and mumbled tiredly, “What’re you looking at?”

Oliver replied, “Well, you know how we found that Slytherin playbook last year? In the shed.”

You nodded tiredly, not bothering to lift your head.

“I’ve memorized it all, and now I’m coming up with counterplays for each and every one,” Oliver said proudly. Pleased with himself, he pointed to the sketchbook he was holding in his other hand and explained, “See, there? That’s the Chasers, forming a U to counterattack the Slytherin’s ‘cannonball’ attack. The idea is that the Chasers surround the Slytherin team and loop them in before they can attack.”

“Hm… And where are the Beaters?” you wondered.

“The Beaters? Oh, I haven’t drawn them in yet, but…” Oliver’s words trailed off as you suddenly fell over the couch and right into his lap. Resting your head against his shoulder and still hugging his neck, you sleepily brought your legs up so that you were curled all around him. As you snuggled into him, you murmured, “Well, until you figure out where to place me, I’ll be right here… with the – the Keeper…” With that, you dropped off to sleep again.

Oliver went back to his playbook, but after he turned the page, his hand came to rest naturally on your thigh.

Is that a scratch…? He noticed a thin, angry, puffed-up line on the back of your thigh, only visible because of how you were curled up around him.

Hm. Doesn’t look too bad, though, thankfully. He slowly began to smooth over the small line with his thumb.

Her skin feels so smooth… She’s all warm and like… And her thigh’s so strong. She really would make a hell of an athlete, if she wanted to be… ‘Course, she’s cute the way she is – How did she describe herself? As an ‘intellectual’?

Oliver smiled fondly as he continued to softly rub your thigh with his thumb. He remembered that night you’d gotten a bit tipsy. He’d taken you up to bed and made sure you changed and drank water. Before you fell asleep, you’d asked him why he didn’t drink. He had replied that it was bad for athletes to drink alcohol, at which point you seemed to become worried for your kind, as you wondered about whether it was okay to drink as an intellectual…

Whether it was random or because he was touching your thigh, Oliver wasn’t sure, but the next moment, you mumbled out, “Oliver…” and you brought your leg up just a bit higher, so that Oliver’s hand slipped down even further up your thigh. His hand pushed up the pajama shorts you were wearing and for a moment, he glimpsed –

Oliver blushed. He hurriedly pulled down the side of your shorts to cover your panties back up. He then turned back to his playbook and tried to visualize where the Beaters would be of most use in this play…

With the Keeper, his mind whispered.

That’s rubbish, he told himself. It’s cute when she says it to you. It’s just nonsense when you say it to yourself.

Only, his mind was wandering and he couldn’t help except to think of the other times he’d glimpsed your panties. One, when you were slipping out of his Puddlemere United shirt and into his Gryffindor Captain shirt. Two, when you were sitting on top of the Quidditch trunk, with your thighs shaking ever so slightly. Three, when you’d been half-sitting on the ground and half-leaning over him, telling him that he could moan for you while you kissed him…

Oliver’s blush deepened. His hand twitched and nearly drifted back up your thigh, but he instead did the gentlemanly thing and took his hand away.

But just then, you mumbled out, “Oh, but Oliver…”

Oliver paused. Is she dreaming about me? He stopped even pretending to study his playbook and openly looked down at you.

He couldn’t quite make out your face, as you’d snuggled up tightly against his shoulder, but he heard you loud and clear as you murmured, “You really think you can get away with scamming me?”

Oliver blinked, startled. Huh? What’s she dreaming about?

“I don’t – No, I don’t want – I don’t wanna buy any more cat jumpers…” With that, you let out a light snore and then, shifting slightly, you pressed your warm, soft mouth against Oliver’s neck.

As you breathed lightly against him, and each breath felt like a whisper of a kiss, Oliver found himself increasingly unable to focus on the playbook.

Finally, he slipped his arms under you and, with a bit of effort, stood up from the couch.

He started to head over to the staircase leading to the girls’ dormitory, when he realized he couldn’t go up the staircase by himself.

It’s too early for anyone to be in the common room, he realized. However, he did notice someone’s toad hopping about the common room. He used his foot to gently guide the toad to the staircase. Once the toad had hopped up the staircase a ways, Oliver tried his luck. To his amazement, the staircase held. Oliver squinted down at the toad. He had discovered what five generations of Longbottoms, including Neville, had not – that the family toad was actually a female.

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When Oliver started to put you back into bed, he found that you were clutching onto him in your sleep. He finally lay down on your bed with you, so as not to wake you. You mumbled something and pressed closer to him, even gently sliding your leg up onto his hip.

Oliver breathed in slowly. He carefully began to reach over, to gently touch your cheek, when you suddenly turned away, but opened up your arms so that your hand went thunk right on his chest.

“Ow!” Oliver whisper-grunted. He hurriedly pulled away from you.

You seemed to wake up for a moment. You stared up at Oliver with dazed, sleepy eyes. “Huh? What’d you - ? No…” Then, you fellover and went right back to sleep.

Massaging his chest, Oliver gave you a hurt glare. But seeing that you were sleeping again, in your Puddlemere United shirt, no less, his gaze softened. He came over to you and gave you the softest kiss on the top of your head before he made his way back down to practice.

*     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *

You were a bit disappointed to find yourself waking up in your own bed. Usually, Oliver woke you up before he headed off to practice.

Maybe I was sleeping too heavily and he didn’t want to wake me, you thought. Or wait, did he wake me up? I remember vaguely him standing in my dorm room… Did I talk to him? Or did I dream all of that up? Aw, I can’t remember.

Yawning, you headed down to breakfast, not even bothering to change out of your pajama shirt. Oh, I’ll come back up and dress properly afterwards, you thought. No need to keep up false appearances. It’s not like I’m a prefect anymore or Head Girl. So, down you went, with bed hair and in your pajama shirt.

*     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *

At breakfast, you saw Oliver, sitting with Katie and Alicia. As soon as you entered the Great Hall, Oliver spotted you. He raised his hand and waved at you. You paused, as you wanted to go sit next to him. But, catching yourself, you simply nodded back at him.

Then, you made your way to where Corina, Alexander, and Charlotte were sitting. You didn’t see how Oliver’s face fell the slightest bit when he saw you turn away from him.

After the four of you had traded stories over what you’d done over the summer, Charlotte turned to you and asked, “Romilda Vane wants to know: Are you really dating Oliver Wood?”

“Huh?”

“She’s got a huge crush on Oliver, but she said she wouldn’t have a go at him if he was seeing anyone. I said he was seeing you, but she wouldn’t believe me.” “Why not?”

“She says she never sees the two of you together.”

You scoffed. “Well, unless she lives in my bed and my shower. I don’t want to hear it.”

Charlotte and Corina looked at each other.

Then, in a teasing voice, Charlotte said, “In your bed and shower? Does that mean…?”

“No!” you blurted out, suddenly realizing what you’d said, what you might have implied. “I only meant that she has no right to assume anything!”

Alexander shot an impressed look over at Oliver.

You reached over and pushed his face away. “It’s not what you think!”

“Well, I’ll tell Romilda that Oliver is already occupied,” Charlotte said, smirking.

“No, really! It’s not like that. We haven’t even done anything yet,” you confessed.

“Anything?” Corina said, surprised. She looked over at Oliver. “Does he not do anything for you? Even with a body like that?”

“His face isn’t half-bad, either,” Charlotte observed agreeably.

Alexander shot Oliver another look, sizing him up. “A good-looking bloke,” he surmised.

“Really, stop,” you said, blushing effusively. “It’s just that he’s – he’s focused on other things right now. And I like that about him. He’s passionate. He’s focused. And no one – neither Romilda nor I – should get in the way of that.”

“Of course,” Corina said kindly. “We’re only teasing. Don’t worry about it.”

Don’t worry about it…? Don’t worry about what? You sighed. I know myself. I connect with people through physical touch. It’s a huge part of what intimacy is for me. But what if it’s not for Oliver? I’ve got to learn to give him his space. Right. Okay. You nodded to yourself. I can do that. No big deal.

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After breakfast, you started to head back up to your room, to get changed into proper school attire. However, at the Great Hall entrance, the Weasley twins suddenly rushed in, shouting with laughter, and followed by Filch, who was brandishing his broom at them and shouting incoherent obscenities.

You successfully jumped back to avoid Fred and George, but when Filch ran by, you found yourself pushed around by the other students ducking to avoid his broom.

Feeling a book push into your stomach, you groaned, “Oof!” and stepped back – right into someone else.

“Sorry!” You turned around to find yourself face-to-face with Oliver. Standing beside him were Katie and Alicia.

“Oh…”

“Stop running in circles!” Filch bellowed – and that was the cue for Fred and George to rush past everyone once again and exit the Great Hall.

The whole crowd shifted once again. You instinctively grabbed Oliver’s arm. For just a moment, you were pressed up against his arm. With a small gasp, you hurriedly pushed yourself onto your tip-toes to avoid getting your face smushed into Oliver’s shoulder. You managed to slip your chin onto Oliver’s shoulder.

Oliver was still looking down at you, and his eyes met yours as you were pressed into him.

You blinked. Oh no, you thought, I think he just heard me gasp. It was unintentional, but it sounded a bit… And I’m holding onto his arm so tightly. Katie and Alicia are right there… I should let go of him. Even if we’re in a jostling crowd, this isn’t natural, is it?

Oliver tried to reach out to you, to wriggle his arm through the other students pressed in all around you, but before he could do so, you had already stepped back.

“Sorry,” you murmured, in a voice so soft Oliver barely heard you. Then, half-ducking down and half-shoving the person next to you out of the way, you somehow managed to follow Filch out of the Great Hall.

Sorry? Oliver thought numbly, still swaying on his feet as the crowd poured out of the Great Hall after Filch. For what?

He could somehow still feel you wrapped around his arm, and when he’d looked down, and seen you slide your head onto his shoulder and gasp a little, you’d been so… so cute… And had it just been his imagination, or had he felt your bare breasts, pressed against his arm through your soft t-shirt?

“Oliver! Hey, Oliver!”

Alicia and Katie were waving at him at the entrance.

“C’mon!” Katie yelled. “Are we going to try out your plays or what?”

“I’ve only got one free period, so we’ve only got about an hour!” Alicia warned.

“Oh, yeah… Yeah!” Remembering that he’d just suggested new plays to them, Oliver found his head again and galloped towards the doors, eager to try them out with his teammates, as he’d been wanting to do all summer.

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Finally, you got changed and went to class. You had a free period after second period, so you and Corina went to the library. The two of you began to plan study schedules for the term. However, once you’d set your schedule and you actually needed to begin studying, you found yourself feeling… Well, it was hard to concentrate, for some reason.

Finally, you said good-bye to Corina and left the library.

Without thinking about it very much, you started to make your way down to the Quidditch pitch when –

“Ah!” You nearly ran straight into Oliver in the entryway.

“Whoa.” Oliver reached out and caught your arm. “Careful there.”

“Oliver? What are you doing here?” you said. “I thought you meant to practice every morning until lunch.”

“Well, I – I did, but it - ” Oliver’s face slowly pinkened. “It was too cold. So I came inside.”

You didn’t believe him for a second. But before you could point out his blushing face, Oliver asked you, “Anyhow, aren’t you supposed to be in the library? What are you doing out here?”

“Ah, that…” You paused.

Seeing your jumper bunch up around up over your hips, Oliver tugged it down back to your waist. “Were you coming to see me?”

Watching his hand pull gently at your jumper, you murmured, “Well, yes, but only because the library was – was getting too stuffy.” You looked up at him. “Come to think of it, maybe it was because the jumper was too much.”

“Probably,” he agreed. “It’s winter gear made for players, so…”

“It wasn’t made for a lazy bum sitting on her arse in the school library?” you queried.

Oliver chuckled. “Maybe not.” He reached out and touched your jumper again. “Still… It fits you… quite well…” For a brief moment, his hand slipped under them hem of the jumper. “Oh...” He quickly made to pull his hand away, but, quick as a snake, you reached out and grabbed his wrist.

“Oliver.”

“Hm?” Oliver seemed determined not to look at you.

You got onto your tip-toes and tried to peer into his face. You were rather desperate to know if he might possibly feel for you even a little of what you were overwhelmingly feeling towards him...

He still had his face turned away; however, you could make out the pink tips of his ears.

“Oliver…” you murmured again.

“What?” He still wouldn’t look at you.

“…Oliver…” you whispered.  

Oliver stiffened slightly. His hands had somehow come to grip your waist, btu he was almost holding you away from him, while you were on your tip-toes and leaning forward to try to see his expression. Still, he murmured back, as steadily as he could, “What is it?”

You put your hands on his shoulders. Oliver became even stiffer and he turned his head away from you completely.

Your hands slipped over his jersey and you ended up gently pushing him backwards until you’d cornered him against the wall, while on your tip-toes and with your fingertips barely touching the wall behind him.

Oliver was holding onto your hip tighter than ever, but he was still looking away from you. You could see how pink his neck and ears were, however.

“Are you uncomfortable?” you asked him.

“No,” he said, but his voice was short.

“Hm… Are you sure? It doesn’t feel weird?” you asked, leaning into him a bit more. You wished he would look at you. You were truly curious as to what he was thinking.

“Is what weird?”

“Well… That I’m all pressed up against you… like this.” Now that you were leaning into him, you could lift your arms and hug him – which you did. You gently squeezed his shoulders in your arms. Then, leaning in, you nudged his cheek with your nose, clearly signaling that you wanted to see his face.

“Please?” you finally said, and you knew he knew what you were asking for. Please tell me how you’re feeling. 

Oliver turned his head and finally looked at you.

“So?” you asked him again. “Does it feel weird?”  

Oliver confessed, “A little.”

“Ah.” Your eyes dropped from his and you made to fall back onto your feet. “Well, that’s okay, then. Thanks for telling me.”

Hugging you tighter around your waist, Oliver hurriedly followed up with, “But I don’t mind it. That is, I don’t mean that you should stop. I like... feeling you close to me.”

You hesitated, trying to make sure that he wasn’t just looking out for your feelings. “You do? Why?” 

Oliver shrugged, “I don’t know. I just like you.”

You cocked your head at him.

“Sorry,” he said, frowning a little. “I’m not great at conversations.”

You smiled. “That’s fine,” you said brightly. “I’m glad to hear you’re okay with me being around you, Oli - ”

You didn’t get to say his name for a fourth time, because Oliver had finally leaned in and kissed you.

“Ah…!” A soft, happy gasp left you as Oliver squeezed your waist so tightly it almost hurt. The two of you had already been standing close together, but now, your hips were pressed flush against his. And you’d already been hugging him, but now you flung your arms around his shoulders so enthusiastically that you knocked yourself off-balance. It didn’t matter, however, because Oliver was so sturdy and he had such a tight hold on you, that you only shifted within the confines of his embrace. You were happy that you could rely on him to keep your balance, so that you could lose yourself in the wonderful feeling of getting lost in kissing him. Because when Oliver kissed you like this, you melted on the spot.  

You still remembered the first time Oliver had kissed you – in the middle of the street in Hogsmeade, after you’d gotten so anxious you’d ran out on him in the middle of the date. You recalled how terrified you had felt to receive such a slow, tender, and growing kiss. As shy and inexperienced as Oliver was, there was something about his nature that was so steady that it made you nervous because it meant that you were being seen and that every part of you was being noticed by him – like where you stood in the stands at Quidditch games or whether or not you were in class on a particular day – and you couldn’t escape that feeling when he was with you like this.

And the warmth of it all was indescribable, not just in a romantic sense, but in a physical sense as well. You didn’t really understand his point of view, but from your perspective, to go from being clammy and cold in the library to jump into his arms and be able to press yourself against him, when his entire body was radiating with heat from his practice, was heaven. His lips and mouth, too, were especially warm when they were so sweetly pressed up against yours.

You kissed him back, barely able to contain your joy as you reciprocated his touches and kisses, his affection for you, which you had been hungry for, but cautious of asking for.

Just then, footsteps could be heard around the corner. Oliver didn’t seem to notice, but he felt your gentle sigh against his lips and he broke away at once.

“What?” he said worriedly. “Am I doing something wrong?”

“No, no,” you replied, a bit breathlessly. “It’s just that I can hear people coming this way.”

“Oh.”

You looked at Oliver curiously. “You didn’t hear them?”

Oliver shook his head. He reached out and put his hand on your stomach as he said quietly, “I wasn’t hearing much of anything, if I’m honest, except maybe you…”

You laughed softly. Reaching down and catching his hand in yours, you whispered, “My stomach growling, you mean?”

Oliver smiled, but his voice was low and serious as he murmured, “No, not your stomach. Your breathing. You were all hurried, rushed, and like… As if you…” His eyes fell onto your lips again. “…wanted more…”

Your heart skipped a beat. Trying to fight against your instinct to leap on top of him and kiss his face all over, you whispered rather hoarsely, “Do you have to go back to practice?”

Oliver wordlessly shook his head.

“Okay, good. Come with me.” You took Oliver’s hand and you tugged him all the way back up to Gryffindor Tower.

*     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *

Out on the Hogwarts grounds, Hannah and Ernie had just finished Care of Magical Creatures and were walking by the Herbology greenhouse when, through the glass wall, Hannah spotted Neville nursing a very familiar plant.

Hannah popped her head in through the greenhouse door. “Neville?”

“Oh, hi, Hannah.” Neville got up nervously and tried to hide the fact that he had slime on his cheek from his plant.

“What are you doing?” Hannah asked curiously.

“Oh – that – well, I’m trying to help my Mimbulus Mimbletonia.”

“Why? What’s happened to it?”

From behind her, Ernie called out, “Listen, Hannah, I can’t stand the stink on my clothes any longer. I’ll see you back at the castle.”

“Okay,” Hannah agreed. Then, turning back to Neville, she said, “Did something happen to it?”

“Yeah. I put it up on that big window on the sixth-floor corridor so it could get some sunlight. But I must not have put it up there properly, because when I came back, I found it all smashed up on the floor.”

Hannah gasped. That’s why the plant looks so familiar!

“Oh no, oh no, oh no,” she whispered, covering her mouth with her hands. “Neville, I’m so, so sorry. That was my fault!”

“Huh?” Neville looked up at her in surprise. “What could you have done?”

“It was my cat, Bean. He got up onto that windowsill. He knocked over your plant. I’m sorry, Neville.”

“Oh.” Neville shook his head and said kindly, “Then it’s not your fault.”

“Well, it is. I didn’t teach Bean properly.”

“But Bean’s a cat,” Neville replied. “He was just doing what cats do.”

At this, Hannah lit up. She shuffled closer to Neville. “So, you don’t think Bean’s a bad cat?”

“No, of course not.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

Hannah paused. She watched Neville gently wrap one of the Mimbulus Mimbletonia’s limbs with a tiny bandage.

“I’ll help you heal your plant,” Hannah promised.

Neville looked up at her. He hadn’t managed to wipe off the plant goo on his cheek, but his smile was bright nonetheless as he replied happily, “Thanks, Hannah. Thanks very much.”

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Hi there! I absolutely love the short write-up you did for Oliver Wood. <3

Would it be possible to request a short fic of Oliver Wood x Reader (other House) reuniting during the Battle of Hogwarts when they went back to fight, after having previously dated for a short time while they were schooling but broke up probably due to differences in priorities? Like they haven’t seen each other much since the break up and then graduating but seeing each other again made them want to give it another try. Thank you!!

So sorry I'm getting to this late, hope you like it!

Oliver Wood was a Hogwarts prodigy. Everyone knew his name alongside James Potter and Charlie Weasley's; they were the Quidditch Gods of the magical school. The names Regulus Black, Lily Evans and Y/N L/N were also quite famous, but for different reasons. The geniuses, students who soon after their time at Hogwarts became published witches and wizards for their incredible discoveries and talent.

That was one of the main reasons your relationship with Oliver Wood was so short-lived. You both had extreme talents, but they led you in opposite directions, only tugging you both further and further away from each other. Whilst you worked on magical discoveries that went beyond your education at Hogwarts, becoming known as one of the greatest witches of your time, Oliver worked relentlessly to fuel his passion for his sport which would build his career, his future. It only made the few months you spent together during your last year at Hogwarts unpleasant, the love you held for each other being over-powered by ambition, which led to the inevitable break up that shook all your friends, for they thought you would remain together forever, carrying out the legacy of being the one couple that would make it past their Hogwarts days.

Alas, that did not happen.

Instead, your magical discoveries were written and taught in the few years you had developed them and were the main source of protection for all the students who had decided not to fight the war, seeking shelter in the dungeons of the castle. Finally, what feels like days later, you're muttering the counter active spell, the hand holding your wand shaking with the trauma of the war you had just endured. When the protective force field finally breaks apart, you whisper the password to the Slytherin Common room. The portrait swings open and immediately the room falls silent. You announce that Voldemort's dead and spin around, heading into the direction you had just come from. You didn't want the reactions; The good, the bad or the dirty.

You wipe some blood from the side of your face, only to notice that the fabric of your long sleeved top doesn't soak up the liquid fast enough, and that you're bleeding quite heavily. Despite trying to stay calm, you begin to pant, tears blurring your vision, but you don't let them spill, not when you're so close to the Great Hall, where someone will have time to clean you up. Unfortunately, the way you immediately collapse onto a bench alerts more than just one person, and you suddenly have what feels like an audience crowding you. "Hey, hey, give her some space." The voice is familiar to you, but you just can't put your finger on who it is. "Y/N? Can you tell me your date of birth?"

The hand holding your face is gentle, and you can barely feel the tingle of the healing spell against the side of your face, which you take as a good sign. "You know my name." You recognise, slowly blinking. "Hey Y/N try keeping your eyes open for me, okay? Get me someone with skills here!" The demand goes to someone else, but it seems that those are the only words you're able to process. "So I take it I don't look so good?" Your words come out slurred and you feel your body slumping against something, or rather someone.

Oliver has resorted to being your own personal pillow. He didn't want you to look like one of the dead bodies, laying down still on the benches of the Great Hall, which has now become both a morgue and an infirmary. The spell he did on your wound worked, but he had one of the 7th Years going into healing fix you up and get some more blood into you to make up for what you lost. He felt your body sway against his and was immediately alert, even as you gathered balance to sit up on your own. He gave you time to process your surroundings, looking down at his feet instead. It was only when you cried "Oliver!" That he averted his gaze back to you.

"Y/N" He smiled, relieved that there was some colour in your face. You seemed confused yet surprised, putting together what had happened. "I haven't seen you in... A long time. How- are you hurt?" He laughed at your maternal instincts kicking in and shook his head at you. "No, Y/N, you got hurt. You were bleeding from your head and I just barely fixed you up." A look of realisation dawned on your face. "That was you? I... Well I feel bad now."

Oliver shook his head again, an awkward silence settling over the conversation. It was you to break the silence, stating "Well, I hear you're doing well now. I watched one of your games recently, you played nice." Oliver's eyes widened and he grinned, cocking his head to the side. "I can say the same about you, Ms. Published three books. And since when did you get into Quidditch?" It was your turn to act surprised now, retorting with "I've always liked Quidditch, I just didn't used to be into it. And you know, I wanted to see what was so special about Mr. Wood's Keeper skills here." Your eyes scanned the Hall around you, and the smile on your face slowly drops. As Oliver followed your eye-line, his did too.

"You didn't? You know, lose anyone important, did you?" You ask, now sounding a lot more empathetic. "Well I almost lost you for a second there." You glance over at Oliver and smile genuinely, matching the softness in his eyes. "Let me get you home safely. Everyone's already left." You nod at his words, using his arm as a support system for you to stand. You feel his muscles contract underneath you and look back up at him.

Despite the dirt and blood that freckles his face, he looks peaceful. He looks like someone you could find peace in.

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Kinktober Day 10:The Captain and The Chaser-Oliver Wood

Warning: Shower Sex,masturbation,deep throating

You woke up earlier than usual because Oliver Wood had called training. It was close to Quidditch season and the new seeker Harry Potter still had a lot to learn before the first big match. You walked into the changing room as you heard your teammates grumbling at the early start or complaining about how Wood is the only one who can be excited over an overcast morning with potential rain developing.

The only person who was a morning person and was full of energy and happiness was Oliver Wood. He commanded attention as everyone gathered around him. “Alright team we are going to play a match against Hufflepuff, we need all the practice we can get, so let’s get out there and have a great time”.

His pep talks were legendary and always put the team in a good mood. For you it was seeing the well built Scotsman who was passionate about Quidditch that made your day. As one of the three chasers for Gryffindor along with Angelina Johnson and Alicia Spinnet were gearing up away from the male gazes as you listened to the passionate Gryffindor captains lecture on tactics.

It was time for everyone to step onto the Quidditch pitch and you noticed Wood had gone quiet you turned to look at him and saw his gaze directed at you. “Wood has wood” Fred and George bellowed taking off before Oliver could get his hands on them. “ I have not, for the record” he says embarrassed taking to the sky. You and the girls giggled as you assume your positions for the start of the match.

Madam Hooch blew her whistle and the game had started, you had scored the first 10 points for the team with Oliver flying up to you to congratulate you. Alicia had scored the other point, laughing to you that Oliver had a favourite as he didn’t congratulate her. Instead you could hear Oliver screaming at Harry to locate the snitch.

You felt drops of water fall on you as a heavy downpour cascaded from the clouds. Visibility was difficult and gaining the ball away from Hufflepuff was very hard, they were able to score twice more. Harry was chasing the snitch but within minutes Hufflepuff was cheering because in the Seekers hand held a flapping golden ball meaning the end of the game.

Defeated you all packed into the changing room. Cold, wet,muddy and miserable not looking forward to the yelling that was impending from the captain. Oliver Wood walked into the changing room throwing his broom and yelling at all players personally for their incompetence to navigate in bad weather and how he will never live down such a bad match.

He told everyone to hit the showers as you noticed Wood’s gaze fixated on your chest, you followed his gaze to the soaking shirt sticking to your curves and the colour started off as white but now was transparent. You crossed your arms across your chest as your cheeks turned scarlet while you went outside.

You and the girls waited until the boys were out of the showers and on the way to their dormitories. Once the coast was clear you were getting undressed when you noticed Oliver Wood still in the shower. You watched the strong naked body of Oliver glistening with water droplets, your gaze lowered and you noticed Oliver’s hand stroking his erect cock. “Well are you going to watch me or are you going to join me?” You heard him say making you jump. As you kissed the muscles on his back feeling them relax under your lips.

“Here, let me help you with that” you said wrapping your petite fingers around his cock feeling a sharp intake of breath from Oliver as he says “ I’ve missed you, it’s been torture not being able to be with you today” your hand pumping his cock as you whined “ how come we can’t tell anyone we’re together?”. You felt his cock twitch in your hand as Oliver spoke “I’ve told you, they will see it as favouritism the captain and the chaser in a relationship” “I’m sure they won’t mind” you said kneeling on the cold tiles feeling the hot water fall over your body as you took the tip of his cock into your mouth.

Oliver closed his eyes and leaned his head back all hopes of talking diminished as you licked up and down his length before putting more of his cock in your mouth, you heard Oliver moan your name as he pulls on your hair as you suck him hard and deep over and over. Throwing your hand into the mix as you pump his cock while you sucked, you heard his breath quicken followed by a low groan.

Hands tightened in your hair as he empties himself down your throat, your lips fully wrapped around his cock sucking down all the juices from Oliver. He swore as you removed your mouth from his cock and stood facing him. His gaze landing over your dripping wet body as he licked his lips,He kissed your lips which got more passionate as you melted against each other. He moves his hands over your breasts gently kneading them in his hands, before he bends down running his tongue around your sensitive chest before taking the nipple into his mouth earning a gasp to tumble from your lips. He planted kisses down your abdomen as he kneeled on the floor in front of you.

His fingertips ran over your tight opening as he runs his down down the same path with one gracious lick, you groaned taking your turn to grasp onto his hair. Spreading your legs wider to give him more access, Oliver pressed his face to your valley using his tongue to seek the pleasure spots.He found a rhythm using his fingers and his tongue rubbing in and around the soft mound of flesh applying just enough pressure that wound you up tighter and tighter with every passing minute.

Your body started convulsing as the pressure inside builds until you cum hard causing you to be incapable of making any noise as you come down from your high. Oliver stands up walking closer to you until your back hit the wall. You hug yourself closer to him as he kissed you, passion building between you as you felt his cock harden against your body signalling his need for round two.

He presses his cock into you grabbing your hips and thrusting his body so that he is fully inside you. You moan feeling every inch slowly retreat before quickly pounding into you again. Your fingers traced up and down his back as you pushed your hips back and forth his length. You closed your eyes loving the feel around you “you like this?” He said pleased with himself as you moaned in response.

Each time he thrust his cock in you it was met with a sound out of your lips both of you grunting and breathing hard quickening your paces together hard bodies colliding together as his cock pulsated with his new orgasm. You cried out in ecstasy as you joined him in heaven riding out the orgasm. Finally the pumping slowed as he smiled at you with sweet satisfaction etched on his face, he removed his cock from inside you as you moaned at the loss of contact.

“We should probably wash up now” he said kissing your lips, taking the soap you took turns lathering your hands up before running it over each other’s bodies. Both satisfied you turned the shower off getting dressed in clean clothes. You exited the changing room tent together bumping into George Weasley who was smiling at you both. “I just came in to check Oliver wasn’t trying to drown himself after the defeat” before yelling out to his brother “you owe me a galleon, I knew they were together”.

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Steganography Cut 2

Oliver wonders, as he turns to settle his back against the arm of the couch, spreads his legs, and pulls Percy between them, if Percy is finally starting to realize that his lack of sexual history is not a humiliating secret, or an embarrassing deficiency, but one of the hotter things Oliver has ever experienced. 

Percy might be able to do complicated spells that Oliver's never even heard of, he may be able to  organize several critical political schedules in his head, he may be one of the only students to ever get 12 OWL's, but he does not understand anything about his own body. It's like he's lived his life operating his body by remote. As though he has no instinctual command over it, and never expected it to communicate back to him.

Thankfully, Oliver is a great coach. 

Percy lets out a shaky sigh as Oliver pulls him back against his chest, then slowly runs his palms from Percy's shoulders, down his chest and as far over his thighs as he can, catching the little shivers that run through Percy's body as he starts to think about what's being promised. 

"Do you want—" Percy starts, but Oliver shushes him. 

"Just relax and watch your music videos, Perce. You don't have to do anything but let me touch you."

Percy doesn't relax, and Oliver grins against the side of his head. Percy never just relaxes. So Oliver grazes his hands over Percy's clothes, petting him more than anything else until finally, gradually, Percy lets his weight sink back onto Oliver. 

"There you go," Oliver whispers, dipping his palms under the loose hem of Percy's tee shirt, letting a whole music video pass as he does nothing more than slide his hands across the velvet of Percy's lower belly, and up to feel where his bottom rib sticks just a little out of his torso. He's been stressed lately, and not eating well. 

Percy presses back and lets a sigh escape him as Oliver thumbs over a nipple, and twists against Oliver just a little while Oliver brushes it until it buds, then trails his hands down to Percy's sides.  He's ticklish there and he shudders when Oliver brushes his fingertips over them. 

Oliver moves lazily between Percy's sensitive nipples and his tickling sides. When he starts to feel the muscles in Percy's back tensing and releasing with the movement of his fingers, Oliver sets his palm to the back of Percy's neck and pushes him forward just enough to have the space to take Percy's shirt, and then his own off and throw them over the back of the couch. Percy groans when Oliver pulls him back down and heat blossoms between them where their skin touches. He wraps his arms around Percy's waist and kisses his neck while he squirms. 

"Oliver," Percy gasps. 

"Hmm?" 

"What do you want?"

"This, Percy, exactly this," Oliver answers, grinning to himself as he loads up the big gun, "You're doing so well."

A deep groan escapes Percy and Oliver drops his head to reward it with a light bite to the side of Percy's neck. The way Percy reacts to being told he's doing a good job is so hot it's stupid. Oliver hasn't jerked off to anything but the fantasy of Percy kneeling between this thighs while Oliver praises his mouth in weeks. 

Percy's head lolls back, laying bare the pale column of his throat and Oliver sets his lips to it. He's obsessed with Percy's neck. When Percy gets turned on, his pale white chest starts to splotch red under a perfectly light patch of red hair, and the red climbs up his neck and down his stomach like vines the more turned on he gets. With just the right amount of suction against the soft join of his neck and shoulder, he starts to whimper. 

Oliver sits back for a second, quickly rearranging himself so his cock isn't caught so uncomfortably in his jeans before moving forward again against Percy's body, kissing his neck and his ear and his shoulder. He runs a hand into Percy's hair, and tugs his head to the side, only trying to get access to the other side of Percy's neck when Percy practically yelps. 

Oliver freezes. "Was that not okay?"

"No, it's… I liked…" Percy pants "Very… you can…"

Percy so turned on he can't gather words into a sentence is so hot that Oliver might just die, and it takes him a moment to calm down enough to realize what Percy is trying to communicate. 

Gently, experimentally, Oliver tugs at Percy's hair again, and Percy moans. 

"Fuck," Oliver grunts and dives for Percy's neck like it's sustenance in his starvation. He's going to goddamn cover Percy in hickies, and let Percy scold him later. They have bruise potion. Oliver will start buying in in bulk. 

"Oliver?" Percy manages, "Oliver?"

"Yeah," Oliver replies, barely pausing his mouthing of Percy's neck. 

"Oliver, what would you do if I let you undress me?" Percy rushes out.

"Christ Percy, anything you wanted," Oliver mutters against his marble skin. "Anything you asked me to."

"Oliver…" Percy whines, and Oliver remembers that this is Percy. He's not being flirty, he's not teasing, he's genuinely asking Oliver to give him the actual answer. An answer that requires so much more blood in his brain that Oliver currently has to spare. 

He stops, rests his forehead against Percy's hair and drops his hands to Percy's waist. "I'd undress first, then undress you, tell you how fucking gorgeous you are, pull you back down like this, and jerk you off, hold you tight to me while you came. Then I would take you to my bed, and we can make out, and touch each other. You can get me off if you want to, or I can touch myself while you kiss me. Then we can rest a little, and if you want I'll make you come again."

"How?"

"Usually with my mouth, but we don't have to do that yet if you want to wait."

"Can we go to the bed first?" Percy asked. "And not do it on the couch?"

"Percy, I will touch you literally anywhere you want to be touched. Wanna fool around on the moon? I'll make it happen for you."

"I had a dream you were…" Percy starts, but his whole body shivers as he trails off. "Well. We were on McGonagall's desk. I woke up so goddamn hard."

Percy is teasing him now and Oliver's not sure he can stand it. "Please Percy, fuck, please. Please let me undress you, please let me see you, please let me touch you."

"Okay," Percy finally says and lifts himself off the couch onto wobbling legs. 

Oliver jolts to his feet behind him, sweeps one arm under Percy's knees and hauls him up to his chest in a bridal carry and Percy shouts with happy laughter as Oliver carries him into the bedroom. 

[fantasyworld4ever]

Perciver {Percy Weasley x Oliver Wood} NSFW

Note: Um, So I wrote this on a writing course in my free time because I got bored.

Warnings: Swearing, cursing, smut, just filthy smut.

Requested: No

Pairing: Percy Weasley x Oliver Wood

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A ragged breath tore its way out from Percy’s throat as he squeezed his eyes shut.

“Ah…” He groaned, his lips parted as his chest heaved for breath.

His hand scrambled for purchase and finally landed on the bar of the bed and he held on, his knuckles turning white. Short, quick gasps escaped his lips 

“Oh, oh fuck,” he cursed under his breath. 

“I take it you’re enjoying this then?” Percy glanced down to meet the smug expression of Oliver Wood. 

“Shut up… Put that mouth of yours to use.” He hissed, his eyes rolling back as Oliver pressed a soft kiss to his inner thigh.

“Getting to that part, patience, my darling.” Deciding to allow Percy some relief, Oliver leaned down, delicately taking the tip of his member between his lips, swiping his tongue gently over the slit making Percy cry out in surprise. 

Oliver smirked before finally taking him in his mouth fully. Now, a string of words left Percy’s mouth, whether it was Oliver’s name, curses or even just babbled noises, he didn’t know.

“That’s it Percy. Let me hear those pretty little noises, hmm?” Oliver grunted as he took Percy deeper, swirling his tongue in a motion that had Percy throwing his head, gasping out in surprise. 

Oliver whined in protest as Percy pulled him off, bringing him up to kiss him gently. 

“I can’t… I need… I need to be inside you, Oliver.” Oliver’s eyes widened before he gave a quick nod, positioning himself so he was straddling Percy now, his back facing away from Percy’s face.

Slowly, he sank down, his eyes widening at the stretch. 

“Oh… Oh Percy…” He gasped out, panting as he rested his hands on Percy’s chest. 

“That’s it. You take it so perfectly.” Percy soothed, reaching up to stroke Oliver’s back.

Oliver cried out as he finally bottomed out. Percy was pretty well endowed, thick as well as long and when Oliver sat up properly, he could see the slight outline of Percy’s member inside his lower abdomen. 

“My perfect little slut, aren’t you?” Percy gasped the words out, his brow creased in pleasure.

“Yours, only yours!” Oliver gasped out as he slowly pushed himself up before sinking back down, crying out as he found a steady pace. 

Percy’s hands found his hips, guiding his pace and keeping him at a quick, rough rate. 

“So good for me… So perfect!” Oliver groaned at the praise and his head slumped forward slightly, sweat beading on his brow. 

Oliver whimpered as he reached his hand down, only for it to be slapped away as Percy grasped his member in his hand instead, jerking Oliver off with quick, harsh movements. Within a few moments, Oliver’s hips stuttered, throwing his head back as he spilled over Percy’s hand. 

“Yes, yes!” Oliver cried out as he felt Percy thrust deep, painting his walls with white streaks.

After a while, they still lay together, Percy’s arms wrapped around Oliver, cradling him close to his body, whispering sweet praises.

“You were so perfect, baby. So perfect for me.” Soothed Percy.

Percy stroked Oliver’s cheek fondly as Oliver rested against him.

“Sleep, I’ll watch over you.” Percy promised as Oliver slowly slipped into his world of dreams.

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{Phew well that was... something. Anyway, as always my requests are open. This is my first time writing smut so hope it was okay :D}

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