Quidditch Rivals

~ An Oliver Wood dabble series ~

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Author's Note: This is just a single dabble for right now, but I might add one or two in the future to make it a series. I'm very unsure at the moment.

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My bright blue eyes stared blankly across the enormous dining hall, and my gaze never wavered from a particular spot at the Gryffindor table. I could spot the sandy-haired keeper from miles away, rain or shine. Ever since we met on the train during our first year, my secret talent had become being able to spot him no matter where I was. It was like I had a radar that he always managed to set off.

I felt a sharp elbow in my side, and I turned to look at my best friend with a glare.

"You're a Hufflepuff, Audra, and he's a Gryffindor. It would never work out, and I think you should know that. You should stop daydreaming about him."

I huffed at Milly, brushing off her comment. Her tone was heavy with jealousy and annoyance. Did she like him, as well, or was it just the fact that I had found someone I could pursue?

"Loads of people from different houses end up together. My parents, for example. Dad was a Gryffindor, and my mum was a Hufflepuff. They met during a match, when my mum caught the Snitch right in front of him. He was a keeper, and he was so impressed with mum that it was basically love at first sight. You can't tell me that it isn't a coincidence that both Oliver and I are on the Quidditch teams. Captains, nonetheless."

Milly furrowed her eyebrows and shook her head at me, "Don't be daft. I don't think he knows you exist."

I scoffed, "Of course he does! I'm a rival, in his eyes. Plus, my dad was a Gryffindor keeper, and he's got his name on more than one Quidditch cup. I'll have you know that Oliver-"

I felt a hard jab in my side, and as I turned around, my eyes immediately shifted upwards. They locked with a pair of deep brown orbs, and even though I was extremely nervous, my gaze didn't waver.

"Please, finish your sentence. I am rather intrigued in what you have to say."

I sharply inhaled, and my eyes grew as wide as Quaffles. That Scottish accent was like literal music to my ears. It was like the calming strum of a guitar, and I could feel my nervousness melting away.

"I, uh, I was saying that you have exceptional Quidditch knowledge. I was just talking about my dad and how his name is on-"

"Four Gryffindor cups," Oliver finished for me, "Your dad was an excellent keeper for my house back in the day. I'm surprised he never played professionally. Puddlemere could have really used his talents."

My face grew hot and bright red, "He would have, but... My mum got pregnant with me right after graduation. Dad told the Quidditch scouts that he wanted a family more than he wanted to play, but I feel like that wasn't completely true."

Oliver dropped his gaze, and shuffled his feet a little. He seemed pretty nervous, almost as much as I was.

"I came over here to tell you good luck in our match today. You're a fine captain, and a pretty good Chaser. I can't wait to face your team."

All I could do was nod awkwardly in response.

"Uh, thank you, Oliver. I, um, I hope you and your team give us a good run. I wouldn't expect anything less from the Gryffindor house." My face lit up with a smile, and I tried as hard as I could to calm my racing heart.