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The last day of quidditch practice should have come as a relief, no more of Wood’s overzealous early morning starts, no more laps of the quidditch pitch through bleary eyes, and no more urges to hit a bludger at the spectators who thought there was nothing more entertaining than pissing off the quidditch players during their 7am practice. What I had not foreseen within my relief for this plan, was being sat in the hospital wing, waiting for Madame Pomfrey to tell me the results of one too many bad landings when trying to get the quaffle.
She shook her head resignedly at me, while I managed a small smile, “you quidditch players push yourselves too hard,” she commented as I gently moved my injured wrist into my lap, fiddling with the bandage it had been wrapped in. “it’s a minor injury, you’ll be fine as long as you rest it over the holidays,” I nodded, smiling at her while she continued to shake her head,
“rest it enough and you’ll be able to play when quidditch season recommences,” she spat out the term like it was a dirty word, making a small smile rise to my lips. “do I need to take anything for it or just pure rest?” she sighed quietly to herself, “just pure rest, and tell Wood he isn’t to make you practice over the holidays,” I nodded, imaging Wood’s face when I got to impart that good news to him.
Thanking Madame Pomfrey again, I slipped out of the hospital wing and made my escape towards the black lake, taking extra care to avoid quidditch pitch as I went. Spotting my sister sat on the grass, I joined her, settling beside her on the floor, “what happened?” she asked immediately spotting my bandaged wrist, “don’t tell me. quidditch practice,” I nodded, knowing she wouldn’t listen to any comments I made on how the sport itself wasn’t dangerous.
“Wood should take better care of you,” I shook my head automatically, Wood and I had a love-hate relationship, loved the sport, could cope with each other (albeit in small amounts) and could reach the point of hating each other in seconds. “I’m fine with him not,” I muttered, straightening my legs out in front of me and leaned my head back to let the warm sunlight travel across my face, “Percy said he’s been distracted lately…”
my eyebrow rose, my older sister was in the same year group as both Percy Weasley and Oliver Wood, as a Ravenclaw, she spent very little time around Wood – though dating Percy had meant she did spend some time round him. “Wood I mean,” she added, my eyebrow rising even further, despite being in the same house as Wood, I didn’t pay a whole lot of attention to him, “doesn’t appear to be at practice,” she shrugged, “Percy was telling me he’s been super out of it lately,” I didn’t comment for a moment, instead staring at the lake.
“he seems fine whenever I see him,” she shrugged once more, “Percy is worried about him regardless, thinks Wood really needs the break to reset and catch a break,” if there was one thing about Oliver Wood that I was sure of, it was that a break would do him no harm. The man barely stopped, the second his school work was over (most likely completed under duress), he was instead planning every element of quidditch, or catching up on quidditch. Just watching him was exhausting.
“I doubt he will,” I muttered under my breath, the holidays fell during the same period as the finals of the quidditch world cup, and I knew for a fact if Wood wasn’t attending in person, he would be following it with baited breath – probably annoying everyone around him. it really didn’t help that our family was particularly good friends with his parents, though I hadn’t heard of an offer being extended to Wood, as it was tradition for my family to go to the world cup.
A bonus to having parents who worked at the ministry – well a parent – and one parent who worked in sports coverage for the wizarding newspapers. “that reminds me, I won’t be coming to the world cup this year,” Mimi (my sister) stated suddenly, my eyes whipped to face hers, “you’re leaving me with mum, dad and Adrian!?!” she shrugged, “you’ll cope, besides, Percy said Wood is going for definite this year.” If I hadn’t been stunned into silence before, I certainly was after.
“you’ll be fine,” she added, patting my shoulder in a way that was less than reassuring, before she stood up and walked off, “catch up with you later,” I stayed sat in the same spot, my brain trying to process what my holidays were about to end up looking like. My older brother Adrian had long since left Hogwarts, and had moved to teach at Durmstrang, only coming home on holidays or for special events – which were few and far between, and my sister would also leave in a few years, leaving me in relative peace.
As her exit from Hogwarts would also mean the exit of Wood. “y/l/n!” speak of the devil and he’s sure to appear, the sound of Wood’s voice stirred me from my thoughts and I turned begrudgingly to see him walking down the hill towards me. I didn’t bother standing up as he approached, and instead watched silently as he settled beside me, “so how is your wrist?” I shrugged, “it’ll be fine, just have to rest it over the holidays,” his eyebrow rose silently, “nice way to get out of the end of practice,” I couldn’t tell whether he was teasing or not, and so scowled at him, pulling my knees up towards me, “did you want something Wood?”
Despite being younger than Wood, I had learnt from numerous hours spent around him – under duress of my sister – that he was charming. Very charming. Especially when he was working up to asking for a favour, “actually no,” he replied, “I was genuinely concerned for our chaser,” I pulled a doubtful expression, “you have Angelina and Alicia,” I stated flatly. “but you’re equally as talented,” I rolled my eyes to myself, “flattery doesn’t work on me, Wood,” having spent the last year and a half on the quidditch team with Wood, I knew when my temperament was at risk of coming to clashes with his – it happened frequently enough.
he settled comfortably beside me, glancing out towards the lake, “so I heard you’re going to the world cup over the holidays,” I nodded silently, “did you have a point to this?” he shrugged, “I was just wondering if you were going with your family,” I sighed quietly, staring out across the lake as the sun began to set. “probably,” in truth, I never knew if my family were going to be there, both parents had access to the VIP box, though only one of them ever got any actual use out of it, and they would probably stay in a special area organised by the ministry.
When me and my siblings were younger, they would stay in the family section, but now – deemed old enough and sensible enough – we were left to our own devices in a tent somewhere not too far, but far enough for my brother’s antics to go unnoticed. “aren’t you going, Wood?” I silently questioned just how restful going to the world cup would actually be for him, but I supposed I was in no position to really question it. “of course,” he replied, a clear smile on his face, I didn’t reply for a moment as I continued staring out over the lake, we stayed silently sat side by side, but a large part of me wondered if he’d taken the last training session badly.
“you didn’t try anything in the shower, did you?” I asked quietly, so quietly I doubted he heard me, a small chuckle slipped past his lips, “no I didn’t, believe me, Percy is already worried about me, I don’t need him getting any more concerned.” My eyebrow rose silently, I wasn’t surprised Wood had noticed that Percy was concerned for him, I was surprised that the concern of his friend would stop him doing anything. But maybe I underestimated Wood, after all, even if he did arrange the earliest quidditch practices any of the houses had ever seen, he wasn’t a total ass.
…
My parents had decided to tell me at the last possible minute that my brother wouldn’t be able to make it to the world cup this year, but apparently I would not be alone. “why am I only just being told this now?” I asked as I trailed behind my parents through several sections of tents ranging from the cheapest to the most expensive, “it was last minute,” my mum explained simply. I attempted to swallow my sigh as we stopped outside one of the bigger tents in that particular section, “you won’t be alone though, so don’t worry,” I didn’t reply, I would almost rather have been alone.
Waiting outside the tent, I glanced around, it wasn’t my first time in this particular part of the world cup, the tents were always ordered by family members of workers and ministry officials and their families and then spots went to the highest bidder until you got to the cheapest end. “there he is!” my mum called over to my dad who had been putting away several pieces of my luggage in the tent. My stomach proceeded to drop several more centimetres when I caught sight of who ‘he’ was, who I would get to spend the next week with. Oliver Wood looked particularly excited at being at the quidditch world cup and had very much dressed for the occasion, in a simple red jersey and blue jeans to match, with a duffle bag slung over his shoulder.
“is this a joke?” I asked quietly, my mum had already gone to greet her best friend while my dad hung back beside me, “it’ll do you some good to socialise with him,” my dad replied, placing his hand on my shoulder and guiding us over to where my mum was already stood talking. Wood shifted uncomfortably under my mum’s watchful eye, smiling as much as he could while I remained silent and stock still beside my dad, “they’ll share a tent just fine,” Mrs Wood commented, and for the first time, I looked properly at Wood, whose eyebrow was raised, and head tilted, like he was trying to see into my thoughts.
I didn’t say anything, finally hugging my parents goodbye, before walking into the tent, knowing Wood would follow behind me as both sets of parents likely went off for a coffee and a chat about how they thought the two of us would cope. I suspected I didn’t want to know how that particular conversation went. “I thought you were staying with your parents,” Wood stated after a moment of quiet, I shook my head, “usually I stay with my siblings,” looking around the tent a realisation suddenly dawned on me.
“there’s only one bed,” I muttered under my breath, “huh?” Wood called from where he was dumping his bags next to mine, “there is only one bed,” I repeated louder, “you take it then,” Wood replied simply. “no, it’s fine, I’ll take the sofa,” this one bed situation was usually not an issue, because for obvious reasons, there was usually more than on bed. “it’s your family’s tent, I’ll take the sofa,” Wood insisted, you really could see why we got into so many arguments, our stubbornness always hitting the other, “no,” I stated, matching his firm tone blow for blow, “Angel, don’t argue with me,” and there was the Gryffindor nickname that usually got me to do what I was being told to.
The nickname had begun when I had first joined the quidditch team, somewhat in my brother’s legacy, somewhat because I apparently looked like an angel – I was sure this was not the case – but it had stuck and I had grown tired of trying to convince people otherwise, so instead took it and stayed silent. “Wood,” I glared at him, about to continue but he got there before I did, “I think if we’re going to be living together for a week, there isn’t a whole lot of point you calling me by my surname,” he stated matter of factly,
“fine, Oliver,” I watched him wince, “ugh, what name do you go by at home then.” He shrugged, settling on one of the sofas, as I slowly walked over to sit on the sofa opposite him, “Ollie usually,” it was my turn to look at him doubtfully, the twins often tried calling him Ollie, and he never took it well. “you can call me Ollie,” he added, “you hate being called Ollie at school,” I replied flatly, pulling my knees up to my chest, and cradling them to me, “but you can call me Ollie,” he repeated without explanation, and no more was said on the topic.
…
Several days into sharing a tent with Ollie, and I found that outside of Hogwarts, he was a lot more fun to be around, contrary to my expectation, he had taken the time to rest, and while I had rested my wrist, it had been a fun few days. As expected, we hadn’t seen much of my parents outside when there were matches, and even then we only really saw my mum, another morning in the tent found me waking up in the bed – because yes, Ollie had won the argument on who got to sleep where, and that meant me sleeping in the bed while he took the sofa – even if I felt terribly guilty about it.
“angel,” Ollie called to me, as I tugged on my hoodie, “what?” I called back, “the water pressure is gone,” contrary to my better judgement, I all but raced into the bathroom, where Ollie was stood – thankfully with towel wrapped around him – glaring at the shower, shower head in hand, running the water over his hand. Tugging up the sleeve on my hoodie, I placed my hand under the shower head, the water pressure had indeed dropped, and wasn’t something that magic alone was going to be able to solve.
“well, that’s a bummer,” I muttered under my breath, drying my hand with one of hand towels, careful to keep my eyes above Ollie’s shoulders, “did you manage to shower already?” he nodded, “that’s something I suppose,” I murmured to myself, wondering how easy it would be to get a plumber or someone who could just generally fix it. “guess I won’t get to wash my hair,” I muttered to myself, “I can wash it for you over the sink,” Ollie offered, “it’s ok,” I replied quietly, exiting the bathroom to allow him to get changed – I certainly didn’t need to watch that. Settling back on one of the sofas, I reached for my book and picked up where I had left off.
“I can wash your hair for you if you still wanted to wash it,” Ollie offered again, I sighed quietly, truthfully I did want to wash my hair, and having Ollie wash it was probably better than nothing, I silently nodded. Five minutes later I found myself leaning over the sink while Ollie stood to the side of me, carefully running water through my hair and washing it gently, his long thin fingers being useful for massaging my scalp while he continued to wash it.
“I don’t think I've ever seen you with wet hair,” he commented quietly, “I don’t wash my hair straight after practice,” I replied equally quietly, when he was done washing my hair, I dried it out, tying it into a smooth ponytail. “thanks,” he nodded, offering a small smile, we retook our seats on the sofa, “you should sleep in the bed for the rest of the week, it’s not good for you to sleep on the sofa,”
I murmured after a moment of quiet, “and where will you sleep?” he demanded, I shrugged simply. “I can take the sofa, or we could share the bed and keep to two separate sides,” his head snapped to face mine, as I shrugged nonchalantly, “up to you,” his eyebrow rose silently, “you cannot be serious, angel,” I shrugged again leaning back against the sofa. “either options works.”
We ended up sharing a bed.
I stuck as close to the edge as humanly possible while I was awake, but at some point must have rolled onto my back, as I awoke to Ollie’s arm around me while my legs were tangled up in his and the duvet which at some point had been tossed off the pair of us. Through the thin tent walls I could see some sense of daylight, and this jolted me awake, managing to unravel myself from the man beside me at super human speed, and leap from the bed towards the kitchen table, where newspapers were mysteriously appearing.
I knew my parents would already be down at the match, and that wasn’t necessarily a comforting thought, I knew they had always hoped me and Ollie would become some sort of friends leading into some sort of relationship – fat chance – but being late to the match would convince them of that. With that thought at the forefront of my mind, I rushed off to the bathroom, hurriedly showering and swapping into comfortable clothes for the match, before rushing back out of the bathroom and almost straight past Ollie who was still sleeping comfortably in the bed.
Part of me didn’t want to wake him, but I also knew he would never forgive me if I did that, and letting my guilt consciousness take over, I picked my way across to him and all but shook him awake. “good morning lass,” Ollie murmured, rolling my eyes, I walked away from him, “the matches are starting soon, so you better hurry up and get changed,” I informed him, we might have gotten closer – physically and mentally – having to share a tent for a week, but I wasn’t yet in the position where I wanted to be his personal human alarm clock.
Ollie was surprisingly quick to shower and change, and grabbed my hand and his wand as we made our way out of the tent, and then in the direction of the pitch, “how the heck did you get changed so fast?” I wondered quietly, “it’s a gift of quidditch,” he replied smiling, as we hurried along through the crowds. It felt like nothing short of a miracle when I realised we had arrived in the VIP box before my parents were anywhere in sight, and we were able to take our seats with complete ease – albeit with me still catching my breath from the sprint we had just completed.
“how in merlin did we get here so fast?” I muttered as I snuggled back into my sweater, folding one leg over the other as Ollie sat beside me, a small smug smile on his lips, “I’ll have you know, quidditch teaches you to be fast not only on a broom, but also on your legs,” I rolled my eyes silently, deciding it was probably wise not to continue to engage him in that particular conversation.
“there you are sweetie!” I turned round at the sound of someone’s voice only to be engulfed in my mum’s arms before I could recognise anything, “we were looking for you but assumed you hadn’t got up just yet,” I shot Ollie a look from the corner of my eye while I continued to hug my mum. He smiled in response, clearly unbothered by the fact we were running extremely late, “well here we are!” I muttered with a forced flourish, she nodded smiling, turning to glance at Ollie, but didn’t say anything as she and my dad shared a look, taking their seats several rows ahead of us in the box, while we retook our own seats.
Settled in the back of the VIP box, I was somewhat half asleep again, having been put in the box multiple times before over multiple years, as much as I enjoyed quidditch, it wasn’t all that exciting. The person beside me, clearly did not share this sentiment, as Ollie sat beside me, practically on the edge of his seat, while he watched the match with baited breath, I sat watching his reactions, smiling to myself.
I hadn’t been thrilled at being told I would be sending the entirety of my week off with the man who ruined every single morning with quidditch practice at ungodly hours, but he wasn’t so bad when he wasn’t playing. “did you need something, angel?” he asked without turning to look at me, I shook my head, turning to watch the match, tugging my knees up to my chest and avoided meeting the eyes of other spectators in the box. I had been to enough of that kind of match before to be able to take a reasonably rational guess at who would win, but I still watched like everyone else, just minus the palpable tension that I didn’t feel.
Both teams might have been good enough to get to the world cup, but that meant nothing in my mind, sure upsets could happen, but judging from the play, I wasn’t convinced that was within the realms of possibility. When the match came to a sudden halt, nearly the entire stadium were on their feet trying to understand what happened, “one of the players got injured,” I murmured under my breath, seeing my parents up ahead talking quickly and looking worried.
“there’s nothing anyone can do right now, so you may as well take a breath,” I added, glancing to Ollie from the corner of my eye, he slid back on his seat, “how are you so calm?” I shrugged, “I’ve been to a lot of these matches,” I admitted. It was then announced that a pause would be needed as a substitution wouldn’t be allowed within the rules, and the majority of the VIP box emptied, with everyone heading inside to the VIP viewing room, my parents included, but I suspected that was more to do with their work than an interest in the open bar. The rest of the people in the box, it was definitely for the open bar.
“are you going in?” Ollie asked me, stretching back in his seat, “nope,” I replied, popping the p, as I leant back comfortably in my own seat, “too many people in there being pretentious,” the statement was true enough, not only that, but Skeeter liked to pop in every once in a while, and try and collect drama for her latest column of trash. After all, what better place than where the wealthiest of the wizarding world are collected and can’t escape.
“just how many of these events have you been too?” Ollie asked turning to face me as I leant my face onto my knees, “I lost count after thirty,” I replied quietly, it wasn’t a sad existence to always have access to the best events of the year and the VIP box at that, but it made you detached from others. It was part of the reason that at Hogwarts I made such a conscious effort to separate myself from that world, it was a protection mechanism for me in some ways, kept the fake friends away, kept people out of the world I lived in.
“merlin, that’s a lot,” Ollie muttered, “it is,” I agreed quietly, watching the covers over the quidditch stadium seats shift to cover the spectators’ seats – which were all but empty because of the injured player, a few seconds too late, I realised why the roof had started to move, it was raining. In true UK fashion, it was raining. In the middle of ‘summer.’ I sighed quietly, Ollie’s eyes were once more glued to the pitch where the injured player had already left and the rest of the teams were departing from, “how bad do you reckon the injury was?”
I shrugged, truthfully, I had no idea, but if my parents called me over to them, I could bet it was serious. “depends on how long we’re sat here I suppose,” I replied quietly, tugging my knees closer to me as I continued to hug them, as it turned out, we were going to be waiting a while longer. So much longer that my head ended up on Ollie’s shoulder, with my eyes low key shut as we waited, the box remained quiet, the loud obnoxious laughter of wealthy wizards floating out to us from inside the VIP room.
“do you need more sleep?” he teased gently, “she always needs sleep,” my dad’s voice jolted me from my thoughts and my eyes flew open to look at him, “Skeeter is roaming,” my dad murmured conspicuously, glancing between me and Ollie, knowing as well as I did that if Skeeter couldn’t catch a news story from the wealthiest people. Well, the daughter of a ministry official and a sports coverage journalist, that would do just nicely.
I instantly repelled from Ollie who huffed quietly, “you can snuggle up next to me one minute but can’t the next?” I couldn’t tell if the hurt in his voice was genuine or meant to mock me, but I ignored him either way as my eyes roamed the area once more. Finally spying the hideous green snake skin of Skeeter, “let’s go inside,” Ollie looked in confusion between me and my dad, but thankfully for us, my dad was faster, and all but dragged Ollie into the obnoxiously loud room, and away from Skeeter’s watchful eyes.
“go outside,” he murmured to us, and I nodded, this time grabbing Ollie’s hand in mine and dragged him out of the room, his hand clenching around mine, most likely somewhere between confusion and implicit trust. I didn’t dwell on this though, as once we had made it out of the VIP box, I continued walking, Ollie’s hand still in mine, “where are we going?” he asked, luckily for him, I knew the stadium well, from unsurprisingly – more weekends spent there than I wanted to think about.
I moved us easily through multiple corridors until we were a safe distance from Skeeter’s new gossip poaching grounds, “you cannot, and I mean cannot, let on to anyone at Hogwarts, but Skeeter likes to poach that room for gossip. She will know you are not usually in there, and she will know that I am. She will assume our relationship, and I'm not interested in being on the cover of some trash magazines.”
I explained as quickly as I could, still glancing over my shoulder every few minutes, we stood there for some time, time wasting as no announcement had been made about the state of the match. “should be safe to go back now,” I murmured, having long since dropped Ollie’s hand, but no sooner had we began walking I heard the unmissable sound of Skeeter’s heels, not thinking twice about what was probably a very stupid option.
I spun to face Ollie, nudging him against the wall, and pressed my lips to his, my hands clenching onto his broad shoulders, not expecting any kind of a reaction, but his hands held my waist as Skeeter walked past, huffing loudly about ‘disgusting couples.’ I stepped back from Ollie within an instant of her rounding the corner, “why did you do that?” he asked, taking a deep breath for recovery purposes,
“didn’t exactly wanna walk past her,” I replied flippantly waiting for him to say something against it but instead he continued on. “why did she mumble about couples though?” he asked as we began walking back down the corridor towards the VIP box, “think about it, must suck ass to be an old gossip, who is single, continually speculating about other people’s happy relationships and hated by half the wizarding world.”
I replied flatly, as we pushed through the VIP room and back into the box, where we settled back in our seats, tugging my knees back up to me, I glanced over the stadium, the rest of the spectator seats were still very much empty. My dad was clearly on the same page as me, “we have to reschedule,” he whispered quietly, so low that no one beside me picked it up, “you have to?” I questioned, he nodded,
“your mum has to go report on it, I have to go find the resto of the ministry officials, make sure you and Oliver get back to your tent unbothered, it will be announced shortly.” I nodded, hugging him before watching him disappear, Ollie looked over at me curiously, I shook my head and before I could say anything the announcement over the sound system was made about the match needing to be remade for the health of one of the players.
“let’s go,” I offered him my hand, as I stood up, my eyes flicking over to the very full VIP room, clearly the news had no effect on the vast majority who were still making use of the free bar. “if we go now, we’ll get caught in everyone else so Skeeter can’t follow,” I added, that had Ollie on his feet, taking my hand and rushing with me out of the box, through the room and down the corridors to the nearest exit back into the main stadium.
For some reason, our hands stayed clutched in each other’s as we forced our way through the crowds – the handholding being the only way to guarantee neither one of us lost the other. finally reaching the fresh air again, I let go of Ollie’s hand as we walked towards where the tent was situated, he glanced down at me, his expression unreadable for a moment, “are you ok, Ollie?” I asked quietly, wondering silently which part of my life and world had overwhelmed him. “so your world is made up of quidditch players?” Ollie asked eventually as we stepped inside the tent, letting the door lock behind us.
I settled on one of the sofas, watching him settle opposite me, “pretty much,” he still looked baffled and I realised I realistically couldn’t leave him to just be confused, and I guess I owed him some form of explanation. “this is why I never show people my world,” I muttered to myself, straightening up, “this is my world, Ollie, this is why no one at Hogwarts gets to see me here, my life at Hogwarts is the life I wish I could lead full time, because as you’ve seen, this world is chaos. It’s the extremes of everything and anything, usually I can hide but when you’re with me, it’s not so easy, my parents work in this world, I've grown up in this world, and it’s part of who I am.”
I stopped talking for a moment to look away and then back towards him, he was still silent, his face blank, “normally I don’t have to worry about Skeeter, and usually she doesn’t take an interest in my family, but my siblings are hard to reach and I'm not. I didn’t want her to see you, so you wouldn’t get caught up in all of this.” I was quiet again, waiting for him to say something, “why are you more of a target than your siblings?” he asked suddenly,
“my brother lives in eastern Europe, he’s hard to reach and she wouldn’t get any gossip out of him anyway – plus those snake shoes aren’t really made for mountains. my sister is secretive, as you’ve probably realised, no interest surrounds her, no one cares to know, that leaves me, the one who has been protected from the limelight the most.” His eyebrow rose slowly, “so you’re a good target for gossip,” he summarised,
I didn’t answer verbally and instead nodded, “please don’t get me wrong, I'm just as real here as I am at Hogwarts, when I'm arguing with you at seven am, believe me, as much as you anger me, I really do like being around you. I'm not a different person here, I'm just a version of me that you don’t get to see under normal circumstances,” I was out of ideas on what to say, and that was clearly beginning to show.
“I'm going for shower,” Ollie stated suddenly, “but the water pressure…” I trailed off, “I fixed it earlier,” he replied simply, beginning to walk off in the direction of the shower, but stopped, his back turned to me like he was in two minds about something. “come join me,” he ordered without turning around, the saliva in my mouth dried as I lost my words, “pardon?” I managed to stutter out after a moment, “come join me,” he repeated as I slowly stood up and made my way over to him.
“come on angel, that kiss earlier may have been heat of the moment, but it was very hot,” he added walking into the bathroom before I could reply, silently I followed behind him, the sound of running water filled my ears as I entered the bathroom. Cautiously glancing inside to realise the shower curtain had been pulled around already, I slipped off my layers from sitting outside, before peeking carefully around the curtain, Ollie glanced up at me, “come on in, angel,” he murmured, the water beating down on his broad shoulders and dampened hair.
I slipped into the shower, and stood in front of Ollie, the hot water immediately dampening my hair and running across my shoulders down my body. Ollie was looking down on me, as I carefully lifted my hands to touch his broad shoulders, he smirked to himself, lifting his hands to move my hands further onto his shoulder, “go on angel, I don’t bite,” I was still nervous as my hands slowly moved backwards and forwards across his shoulders.
My eyes flickered up to his, his expression softened to a small smile instead of the smirk, and he leant towards me, my hands instinctively went to behind his neck, as his lips met mine, our faces getting closer, the water no longer bouncing off our faces as we looked at each other. his hands settled on my waist once more as we continued kissing until we needed to break apart for air “make me a sinner,” I murmured, my eyes meeting his glowing hazel orbs, “make me a sinner Ollie,” I repeated, more mumbled this time, as his lips reconnected with me…
…
The following morning I somehow found myself curled up in bed with no recollection as to how I got there, I knew for a fact I hadn’t gotten drunk the night before, but still dazed and more than a tad confused, I glanced around till my eyes settled on Ollie. Like me, he was thankfully fully clothed, something else I didn’t totally remember, a small sigh of relief slipped past my lips, as I glanced around the tent completely, nothing was out of place, “go back to sleep angel,” Ollie murmured from the other side of the bed, I slowly snuggled back under the duvet, feeling the mattress dip as Ollie rolled over.
I definitely remembered the kiss in the shower, but not much after that, “a little longer in bed and then we go to the match?” I didn’t bother argue with him, instead rolling to face him and nodding, “and maybe,” he added, running his finger lightly over my shoulder, “we won’t argue so much at Hogwarts after this,” I giggled quietly as he chuckled, the pair of us smiled at each other. maybe he wasn’t so bad after all…
The happy ending 😊