Author: oliverwxod
"Flint" Oliver shouted from above, flying down from the sky as he saw Flint shouting while approaching his star chaser y/n who was on the ground.
He got off his broom stick discarding it to the floor as he stormed over to confront the Slytherin captain.
"Just leave me alone" he heard y/n say through clenched teeth, her hands forming fists by her side.
"What are you doing here Flint? I booked the pitch for this time" Oliver spoke, now standing next to Y/n.
"I have a Letter from professor Snape saying we can train now" Flint smirked.
"But its Gryffindors time, we booked the pitch you can’t!“ Y/n said frowning, the rest of the Gryffindor team had crowded round.
"We can” Flint replied eyeing her up and stepping closer to her.
Oliver’s arm instinctly came up from his side In front of y/n pushing her slightly behind him so Flint couldn’t move any more closer to her.
She cowered behind Oliver, not wanting to be near Flint. He was a terrifying person to her, the way he looked and smirked at her told her to stay as far away as she could.
"Aw how cute" Flint sneered at Oliver watching the two Gryffindors Interactions. "Wood having to defend his scared little girlfriend" flint laughed along with his Team.
"What kind of friend would I be if I didn’t defend any of my team from someone like you?“ Oliver spoke back raising his eyebrows in challenge.
As if Y/n could sense what Oliver was thinking she tugged on the sleeve of his Quiditch robes as if holding him back from beating the life out of Flint. The mere feeling of her tugging him back made him relax slightly.
"Just let us Finnish practise Flint” Angelina Johnson spoke up.
"No way is that happening" one of the Slytherins piped up.
"It’s fine" y/n spoke up “they obviously need the practice more than us, I mean did you see last weeks match against Ravenclaw?”
"Ouch" Fred Weasley laughed. The Gryfindor team chuckled at her remark.
However Flint stepped forward to grab at her.
"You little bitch" he growled
"Don’t fucking touch her" Oliver spat grabbing Flint by the collar of his robes and shoving him back. Y/n was only small and Flint could easily do some damage even if he only pushed her.
"Oh and what are you going to do about it wood?“ He taunted
"Oliver, lets just go” y/n said softly trying to calm her captain down. Just as Oliver turned around to face her Flint spoke up again.
"Bet she would let me touch her" Flint laughed along with some of the other Slytherins.
Before y/n could stop him, Oliver had turned Round and punched him straight in the face. Flint stumbled backwards.
"Oliver, come on, let’s Go" y/n said holding his arm and tugging him away.
"Bet she would enjoy it too" Flint carried on.
This time it was y/n who turned around, repeating Oliver’s previous action and punching him directly in the face. This time Flint fell backwards onto the floor in pain.
"Don’t ever say that again" she spat “I wouldn’t ever go near a fucking pig like you” She glared at him one last time before the Gryfindors made a move to leave the pitch.
Oliver picked up his broom waiting as he watched y/n make her way over to him.
"Nice punch" she chuckled
"Could say the same for you" he smiled brightly at her before becoming serious. “You’re okay though? Does your hand hurt?"
"A little, but its fine” she spoke “can still play Quiditch if that’s what you’re worried about"
"I wasn’t asking from a captain view I was asking as a friend view” he chuckled.
"Oh" she chuckled “it’s fine, just hurts a little, what about you?”
"My hands all good, could hit him harder if I get the chance again" he laughed
"Thanks" she spoke quietly
"It’s no problem at all, he deserved it, he’s a disgusting pig, like you said" he laughed.
"You didn’t have to, but I appreciate it a lot" she spoke He stepped closer to her so he was now standing a few feet in front of her.
"I will always defend you, whether you like it or not, especially when it concerns that troll" he said seriously.
"Oliver-“ she was cut off as his hand came up to cup he cheek, his thumb stroking the side of her jaw lightly. His eyes flicked down to glance at her lips, hers doing the same. Her breath hitched in her throat as their lips brushed lightly together before Oliver made the move to press them more forcefully together.
She was reluctant at first, shocked that this was happening, she had always wanted to kiss Oliver and now it was happening she couldn’t contain herself. She kissed back with as much force as Oliver, her hands tugging on his hair gently to bring him closer.
Once they broke apart she took a breath, opening her eyes to look at him. He was staring at her with a big smile on his face, linking his hand with hers.
"That was- nice” she said blushing.
"It was, I’d like to do it again some time" he smiled
"Yeah, me too"