Instagram gives me so much anxiety. i feel like i shouldn’t be posting having fun because i’ve been so flaky and unresponsive, but that’s dumb i shouldn’t feel obligated to be around people if that’s not what i want/need atm
“Hey, Oliver,” you said, looking up at your long time friend. He sat down on the table across from you and didn’t say anything. “What’s up?”
“I’m failing History of Magic.”
“Yeah,” he said, looking down at his hands.
“What does that mean for the Quidditch team?”
“It means I can’t play until I get my grade up.’
“That sucks,” you said, setting down your book. “What are you gonna do?”
“That’s what I’m here for actually.”
“Oh, you aren’t just here because of my charm?” you asked with a smile. Oliver chuckled and shook his head.
“No, that’s not the only reason. I was wondering if you could help me study. You’re practically a genius in History of Magic, and Professor Binns loves you.” You blushed and smiled at him.
“What’s in it for me?” you asked, leaning forward. Oliver smiled and picked up your History of Magic book on the table.
“You mean besides hanging out with my dashing self?”
“Yes,” you said with a smirk.
“Well, you know how you’ve been asking me to take you flying? Why don’t we do a little exchange of services.”
“You’ve got yourself a deal,” you said, reaching across the table and snatching the book back from his hands. “Let’s meet later tonight.”
“You’re wonderful, Y/N.”
You sneaked out of your dormitory around ten o’clock, heading down to a wing a few hallways down. You made sure to stay out of sight of all portraits, knowing that they were very nosy and loved to gossip.
“There you are, I was beginning to worry,” Oliver said when you walked into a study room. You smiled at him and sat down on the couch.
“Why did you want to meet this late?” Oliver asked.
“I had a million other things to do today. This was the only time I had available,” you said, shuffling through the books in your bag.
“If you were that busy, you didn’t have to help me,” Oliver said, throwing his arm over the couch.
“If I was too busy, I wouldn’t have accepted,” you replied, opening the book. “That being said, I am fairly busy so let’s get to it.”
“As you say,” Oliver said with a smile.
To start your tutoring of Oliver, you began asking him questions, to figure out what exactly he did know. Oliver wasn’t dumb by any means, but he was really behind.
“Have you paid attention at all?” you asked him. Oliver laughed.
“Yes, I try. But I always fall asleep in that class.”
“Well, don’t fall asleep on me. We have a lot to go over.”
“Don’t worry, I won’t,” he said, smiling at you. You felt a blush form on your cheeks and turned back to the book, hoping you could hide it.
Eventually, you just lounged on the couch, reading the book out loud to Oliver. When you heard snoring from the other side of the couch, you knew it was time to call it a night.
“Oliver,” you said, shaking his leg. “Oliver.” He jumped and wiped sleep from his eyes.
“Sorry. What time is it?”
“I don’t know. About midnight. Sorry I had to wake you, I just didn’t want you to get caught out here.”
“Don’t worry. It’s not bad to wake up next to you.” You blushed again and packed up your stuff.
“I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?”
“Yeah. Goodnight, Y/N.”
You walked onto the Quidditch pitch a few days later, ready for your lesson with Oliver. He was standing in the middle of the field with a box at his feet.
“Hello,” he said with a smile.
“Hi,” you replied. “Ready for my flying lesson?”
“So what’s with the box?” you asked, kicking it. You thought you saw Oliver flinch at your action.
“Let me show you,” he said, leaning down to open the chest.
“I did not come out here to play Quidditch, Oliver. You’re teaching me to fly.”
“Come on, Y/N,” he said, leaning close to you. “You know how to fly.” You pushed him away and he grabbed your hand to stop himself.
“I don’t, or else I wouldn’t be out here,” you responded. Oliver nodded and sighed.
“Fine, we’ll start your flying lesson,” he said, walking towards the brooms.
“After that, you can teach me how to play Quidditch,” you said. Oliver beamed and handed you the broomstick.
“Well let’s get started,” he said, beginning to show you how to mount the broom. He stood behind you and placed a hand on your waist as the broom started to lift off the ground.
“Oh my god,” you said. Oliver laughed and held onto your waist tighter.
“Don’t worry, I got you,” he said.
“Do you do this often?” you asked as your broom started getting higher.
“No, only with you,” he said. You blushed again and cursed yourself. “I’m gonna let you go for a second, just so I can get on my broom, too, okay?”
You nodded in response and tried to keep your balance as Oliver mounted his broom with ease. He flew next to you and reached a hand out to hold onto your broom.
“Okay?” he asked.
“Yeah, I think so,” you said looking over at him. He smiled at you encouragingly and starting flying up higher, your broom following him. You reached out and grabbed his hand to stabilize yourself.
“I’ve got you, Y/N.” you looked over at him and smiled. He squeezed your hand before flying off towards the other side of the pitch.
You waited outside the History of Magic classroom, knowing that Oliver was meeting with Professor Binns to see if he had passed the class or not. You had faith that Oliver was definitely capable of passing the class, but you weren’t sure if he was willing to do the work it took.
You had been meeting with Oliver for the past two weeks, and you could tell that Oliver was extremely passionate. You tried to instill in him the same love of History of Magic that he had for Quidditch.
However, your studying had become less about the material and more about the two of you. More than once, you caught Oliver getting distracted just looking at you.
You had to admit though, you weren’t entirely focused when you were around Oliver. You nearly ran into a Quidditch ring because you were watching him.
The door to the classroom opened, and Oliver walked out, breaking you from your train of thought. You walked forward, trying to read his face.
“How did it go?” you asked.
“I passed!” he said, throwing his arms around you. When he pulled away, he was still smiling at you, not breaking eye contact.
“I knew you could do it,” you said, touching his arm.
“Thanks to you.”
“Oh, please, yo-” Oliver brought his lips to yours, cutting you off. Your arms moved up around his neck and he picked you up, spinning you in a half circle. When he sat you back down, he was still smiling at you, maybe even wider now.
“I’ve been wanting to do that for a while now, if I’m being totally honest,” Oliver said. You laughed and wrapped your arms around him again.
Take this as an apology sketch for my lack of activity// It’s a sketch (which I was color and complete it eventually. Hopefully.) But yeah, I’m getting back in the hang of my usual self and I got one last exam which is coming up in two weeks.