Auther: imaginesforharrypotter

Oliver Wood was good at many things. He was a Quidditch prodigy and excelled at all of his classes. He could make girls swoon over him with a single confident smile. Everybody loved him. He was confident in every aspect. Except one.
 
Y/N Y/L/N.

She was beautiful. A kind, shy, and humble Hufflepuff, who also happened to be a Chaser for her house’s Quidditch team. Everything about her made Oliver fall slowly in love with her, even if he had never talked to her. She was the one area where Oliver wasn’t confident.

One Saturday, Oliver was at the Gryffindor table, not-so-subtly watching Y/N laugh with her friends. If he was being honest with himself, Oliver knew he was being stalkerish. Either way, he continued to watch.

“Mate, you do know your spoon is empty, right?”

“What?” Oliver asked, startled out of his reverie. He tore his brown eyes away from Y/N to find a pair of ginger twins sitting in front of him.

“Your spoon is empty,” Fred Weasley repeated.

His twin, George Weasley, continued for him. “But you’ve been eating from it for the last five minutes.”

“Oh.”

“What have been you been staring at?” Fred questioned.

“I think Woods been ogling a girl, mate.”

“Has he? Which girl?”

“No idea. We’ll have to ask him.”

The twins stopped their conversation to find their Quidditch captain glaring at him. “What?”

“Go. Away.”

“I think we’ve annoyed him, Freddie.”

“I think you’re right, Georgie.”

“Do you two need something?” Oliver frowned.

“Figured you’d know by now,” George said.

“We want to know who you’re staring at,” Fred continued.

“Will you leave if I tell you?” Oliver growled.

“Maybe.”

“Maybe not.”

Oliver sighed and dropped his head onto the table. There was no getting rid of the twin beaters, and he knew it. Thinking through his options, the Gryffindor sighed again.

“If you must know…” Oliver replied, intensely aggravated. “Y/N Y/L/N.”

“Really?” Fred asked, startled.

“Yes.” Oliver dragged out, watching the two cautiously.

“The Hufflepuff Chaser?” George questioned.

“Yes.”

“So you fancy her?” Fred pressed.

“Yes.”

The ginger twins grinned at each other, before disappearing.

“Perfect.”
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“Hello, Y/N.”

Y/N looked up from her Transfiguration homework to see a pair of Gryffindor twins sitting in front of her.

“Hi, guys. What’s up?” Y/N was cautious. Yes, the two were younger than her, but they were notorious pranksters.

“Do you know Oliver Wood?” George Weasley asked her.

“Yeah, why?”

“Do you think he’s cute?” Fred continued.

“I’m going to ask again, why?”

“Just answer the question.”

“Yes…”

The twins smirked at each other before vacating the Hufflepuff table and leaving a very confused Y/N behind.

“Perfect.”
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“I still don’t get it.” Y/N asked as she was dragged by the Weasley Twins to an unknown destination. “Why do I have to be blindfolded?”

A twin responded, but she couldn’t tell which by just voices alone. “Well, there has to be a little mystery to it don’t you think?”

“You kidnapped me.” Y/N deadpanned. “I’d say there’s a lot of mystery.”

“No need to be so dramatic. We just picked you up, and carried you away from your friends while you screamed. That’s not kidnapping.”

“…you’re kidding right?”

“Look, you trust us right?”

Y/N could hear a door opening as they gently pulled her forward and out into the grounds.

“You’re kidding, right?”

There was a slight pause and Y/N assumed the twins were having a silent conversation, before they responded in unison.

“Fair enough.”

“But either way-”

“You’ll be fine-”

“And don’t worry if you’re hungry-”
“That’s all been handled.”

The more the gingers talked, the more confused Y/N became. Finally she decided to just trust the twins the best she could.
 
“Okay.”

“We’re here.” 

“We’ll take off the blindfold-”

“But you need to count to five-”
“Slowly.”

“-before you open your eyes.”
Y/N nodded.

5

A gentle breeze blew by.

4

She could hear the Gryffindors snickering as they ran off.

3

Somebody gasped.

2

Whoever gasped whispered, “I can’t believe their insane plan is actually working.

1

Y/N’s eyes flew open as she took in her surroundings. She stood in the center of the Quidditch pitch, and there was a picnic laid out nearby. She stepped closer to see some of her favorite foods and an assortment of others.

“Do you like it?”

Y/N turned around to see Oliver Wood, Captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team and her long-time crush standing behind her, with his hands shoved into his pockets.

“Because if you don’t, this was all Fred and George’s idea.”

“All of it?” Y/N teased. “Even me being here?”

“Well, that I uh-, I mean-,”

Y/N laughed. “Oliver, in all the years we’ve known each other I have never heard you stutter.”

Oliver stopped stumbling over his words, and flushed red.

“It’s kind of cute.”

Oliver’s eyes shot up to see Y/N now avoiding his gaze. She was blushing as deeply as him. The Gryffindor ginned at her and stepped closer.

“Cute enough to date me?”

Y/N’s eyes raised to meet his brown ones. “Maybe.”

He grinned at her and stepped closer. “To kiss me?”

“Oh, definitely.”

Oliver pressed his lips against hers. Their lips moved in unison against each others. The kiss was slow, and sweet, and gentle. Fireworks exploded.

Oliver pulled away, and the new couple looked upwards. Colorful lights and smoke decorated the darkening sky.
“I’m going to kill those two,” Oliver growled.

“They aren’t that bad,” Y/N laughed.
Suddenly, a song started to echo throughout the pitch.

Oliver and Y/N sitting on a broom

K-I-S-S-I-N-G

First comes love

Then comes-

“Actually, I think I’ll help you.”