WARNINGS: JEALOUSY, BUT IT OKAY, WE HAVE HAPPY ENDING!
Y/n bore a delighted grin as she sat next to Oliver Wood in the Gryffindor common room. He glanced at her from the pages of his book. She noticed a small twitch on the corner of his lips. She leaned towards him, batting her eyelashes mockingly. “How’s my favourite keeper?” He closed his book, putting it to the side.
“What do you want?” He sighed.
“I’m just merrily wondering how my superb friend is going.” She leaned backwards gasping slightly. “Unless…” A hand flew to her mouth. “We’re not really friends.” Oliver rolled his eyes, albeit a grin taking over his face.
“Well, you’re favourite keepers going horrible. We have a quidditch game this week and the teams not practicing properly. The twins honestly know how to get on my nerves.”
“Oh,” Y/n interrupted, clapping her hands. “And, the ball for fifth years and up.” Oliver let out a groan.
“Now, now, save that for the bedroom.” Y/n patted his arm, flashing him a cheeky smile. Oliver burned bright red and glowered at her.
“Get your mind out of the gutter.” Y/n chuckled in reply.
“Would you care to be my date to this oh-fabulous ball? I think you’d look quiet dashing in a suit.” She joked slightly. Oliver rolled his eyes again.
“You’re feeling very flirty today.” Y/n’s heart pounded slightly as she winced; it went unnoticed by him. Truthfully she had liked Oliver for years and she absolutely hated that she fell in love with her best friend, her quidditch-obsessed best friend. He only thought of her as a friend and disregarded her flirty attempts. He thought she did that with everyone, but no, she strictly reserved her seductive side for him only. It seemed to fail every time.
“Anyway, I best be off. Things to do, places to be, people to wow.” She spoke as she stood up, ignoring the crestfallen feeling that was consuming her.
Oliver watched her retreating form, chastising his rapidly beating heart. If only Y/n knew how much her flirty personality affected him.
Later that day, Y/n bumped into a Hufflepuff boy in her year named Charles Tactallian. She grinned at him as he quickly apologized profusely with bright bright cheeks. “It’s alright.” She told him. The boy let out a puff of breath, his ears glowing red as he asked his question.
“Uh, I was wondering if perhaps you’d like to go to the ball with me?” He asked timidly. Y/n smiled gently, heart warming at the thought of someone wanting to go with her. He was a cute boy with dirty blonde hair, a sharp jaw and warm brown eyes.
“Of course.” The boy flushed even more and gave her an award winning smile. “I’ll meet you outside of the hall at seven.” The boy nodded before placing a chaste kiss to her cheek and rushed off to his group of friends. Y/n giggled as she watched him talk animatedly and his friends clapping him on the back.
Y/n entered the Gryffindor common room with a dazed grin on her face as she reminisced the recent encounter. Everyone in the common room watched as she practically floated across the room with a distant look in her eyes. The Weasley twins chuckled as she accidentally walked into the couch. She snapped out of her dazed and yelped. Y/n spotted the twins sitting with Harry, Ron and Oliver at a table; she walked towards them, resuming her lustful state. She sat down next to Harry who was laughing quietly to himself at her facade. “What’s got you so happy?” He asked. All the boys leaned in slightly, awaiting her answer.
Y/n’s eyes darted to Harry’s. “I just got asked to the ball.” Oliver’s eyes narrowed. “By none other than Charles Tactallian!”
Oliver and the twins choked on their spit. “Charles Tactallian!?” Oliver’s eyes widened and he couldn’t deny the hurt that coursed through him. Y/n nodded happily.
“Oh, he’s so cute.” She clapped her hands. “I have to go pick out my dress!” She then ran off up to the girls dormitory.
Oliver huffed, crossing his arms. “Charles Tactallian? She’s going with that Hufflepuff? She could do better than that.”
The boys watched amused. “You’re not thinking of yourself, are you?” Fred asked cheekily. Oliver flushed red in response, averting his gaze.
“Our little Ollie is crushing.” George cooed.
“And, he’s jealous!” Ron exclaimed, snorting.
“You’re fault mate.” Harry told him.
“How’s it my fault?” Oliver asked flabbergast.
“You basically shot her down when she asked you to the ball.” Fred told him in a ‘duh’ tone.
Oliver furrowed his eyebrows. “How’d you hear our conversation?”
“Legit everyone was listening, waiting for your reply!” George threw his hands up in the air. Other people who were in the common room looked at the Gryffindor keeper and nodded their heads. “Ya know, she’s only flirty around you.”
Oliver shook his head in denial. “No, she’s like that with everyone.”
The boys rolled their eyes.”Oi, Hermione!” Ron called out. Hermione peered up from her book with an annoyed look. “Come and help Oliver with his girl problems.” The girl rolled her eyes and stalked up to him.
“What?” She asked. “I was reading a very good book that Professor Flitwick gave me.”
“Oliver believes that Y/n flirts with everyone. Tell him wrong.” Hermione fixed her gaze on Oliver who was highly embarrassed.
“Really? She’s only like that with you! She never flirts with anyone but you. Do you not notice that?”
“But, she’s always flirting with me!” He exclaimed. Hermione rolled his eyes. Were all boys like this?
“And, why do you think that is?” Oliver’s eyes widened once he registered what she was trying to say.
“No way.” The rest of the group nodded their heads, grinning like the Cheshire.
“Yes way.” They replied. “And, you just lost that wonderful girl to Charles Tactallian. Oliver groaned, slumping in his seat.
“I’m so daft.” The group nodded.
Y/n twirled in front of the mirror as she gazed at her crimson red dress that sparkled in the moonlight. Her hair was pulled back into a high pony tail; strands of curly hair falling to the side, framing her face. She muttered a charm that made red flowers appear in her hair. She grinned happily before pocketing her wand in her boots. Y/n then made her way down the stairs, walking proudly as people gawked at her.
She strutted down the stairs, flushing bright red as heads turned towards her in awe. She slowly made her way down the stairs, grinning at Charles who stood there in a black suit with a matching tie. “You look amazing.” He breathed out. She smiled bashfully.
“You look very handsome.” She replied, but her mind was somewhere else. Her eyes danced from face to face, hoping to find Oliver. But, to no avail did she find him. She sighed in despair.
“Care to dance?” Charles asked suddenly, taking notice of her mood change. Y/n gave him a tight lipped smile, but nodded her head.
Charles put his hands on her waist as Y/n placed her hands on his shoulders. The two swayed and twirled. A few giggles slipped out of Y/n’s mouth as Charles tripped over his feet slightly.
Then, all of a sudden she was swapped and came face to face with Oliver Wood. He smiled cheekily at her. Y/n blushed heavily and gave him a teasing grin. “You came.” She stated and looked over his black robes. She definitely noticed the red bow tie that matched her dress.
“Of course. I had to see if your date was actually Charles.” He told her, knowing completely that that was a lie. He came for her and her only. “You look beautiful.” He told her, cheeks reddening as he placed his hand son her waist, bringing her slightly closer to him. Y/n wrung her arms around his neck.
“You’re not so bad yourself.” She stated, a squeal leaving her mouth as he unexpectedly twirled her around. He shrugged, dancing swiftly with her. Everyone watched as they spun around the dance floor, them in their own personal bubble.
“I bet ten galleons Y/n’s gonna make the first move.” Fred muttered to George. George grinned.
“I reckon Oliver’s gonna be the one to sweep her off her feet.” The two shook on it, watching closely.
“You know, I think I look very dashing. Not as good as I do in my quidditch robes, but still handsome.” Oliver grinned. Y/n rolled her eyes as he dipped her.
“You know what, I think you only came tonight to dance with me.” She teased. Oliver went by unfazed.
“You think highly of yourself.”
“Just admit it, you want to kiss me.” Oliver’s cheeks were burning slightly, but he looked her directly in the eye.
“Maybe you wanna kiss me and you think that using reverse psychology would make me kiss you.” He retorted, but nonetheless he dipped his head slightly, his lips near hers.
Y/n’s heart was beating rapidly. “I disagree.”
“I do too.” He muttered, his eyes flickered to her lips. He then closed the small gap between them. One hand went to cup the side of her face, the other bringing her body closer to him. Y/n closed her eyes blissfully as she moved her lips with his. She cherished the moment, euphoria filling her. Y/n had been waiting for this moment for ages, and it was then that she realized that she never really cared for Charles, she just liked the thought of going to the ball with someone.
Oliver pulled away reluctantly and took her hand. He quickly dragged her off the dance floor passing Charles and yelling a quick “Sorry mate, I’m stealing your date.” Y/n giggled as the two left the hall.
Fred scowled as he handed ten galleons over to a grinning George.
My dreams to do a Oliver Wood fanfic is over and alive. Although it was trash, I still did it. I’m probably doing another Peter Maximoff one next. I hoped you like this!
THANK YOU FOR THE LIKES AND FOLLOWS GUYS! IT MAKES ME HAPPY KNOWING YOU LIKE WHAT I WRITE.
Hey guys, sorry I haven’t been posting much. Depression has been kicking my ass pretty hardcore. All the reptiles are doing well and thriving though, and just being around them helps a ton. Here’s a cute photo of Oliver, she’s the best therapy lizard I know:
To anyone else struggling with depression, Oliver is here to cheer you on! ❤️
okay guys I just noticed this (exactly a year after watching CMBYN for the first time ever):
in the train station scene Oliver is wearing the green shirt which happens to be the same shirt he was wearing the night before aka his last night with Elio aka the night of the kiss of a lifetime:
so what I’m trying to tell you is: Oliver wore this shirt to leave Italy on purpose cause it smelled of Elio and reminded Oliver of him the same way billowy reminded Elio of Oliver. And if Elio was wearing billowy - the shirt Oliver was wearing on his first day in Italy when their story began - then Oliver was wearing the green shirt - the shirt he was wearing on his last night there when their story paused (i refuse to say it ended, cause it didn’t)
(I don’t know if anyone ever pointed this out but I just needed to get this off my chest)