Title: Blind to it

Pairing: Oliver Wood x Reader

Word count: 1.4k

Published: 11 September, 2020

Author: Heloise Daphne Brightmore

Notes: It's just a little nothing that wanted to come out of me, because, well Oliver <3

Gryffindor won the quidditch cup. That meant one thing. A huge party in the Gryffindor common room. Fred and George Weasley have been organising the event, the room was filled with alcohol, music, dancing students, students who were about to pass out, students who already passed out.

The common room was filled with people from all houses, even Slytherins. Noone really cared at this point what they celebrated, only the alcohol and the music mattered. Bodies danced together as if they have become one, snogging couples hid in the darker corners of the room.

You were dancing with your friends, your head dizzy as you felt the alcohol run through your veins. You were drunk. Not tipsy, not wasted. Just plain old drunk. You danced to the music, swaying your hips as you took another sip of your fire-whiskey.

"He is looking at you." A friend of yours said, your eyebrows furrowed in confusion as you stopped dancing.

"Who?" You asked, your eyes wandering around, before your friend grabbed your arm and stopped you, turning you back towards her.

"Oliver. He is watching you." She whispered, but you could just about hear it, even though the music was blasting loudly.

"So?" You questioned, resuming your dancing. It was a well-known fact that you a had a crush on Oliver, except for the boy. You didn't know if he was just plain blind or didn't want to know about it, therefore pretended not to realise it, but either way, you stayed friends and friends only.

"What do you mean, so?" Her eyes widened in surprise. "You fancy Oliver and he is finally watching you." She huffed in annoyance as she grabbed your arm again, stopping your dancing body.

"What do you want me to do? He is probably just looking around." You shrugged as you downed the rest of your drink and left your friend behind. You felt as if she was trying to ruin your night on purpose and she was being successful.

You walked up to the alcohol stand, your legs feeling a tad bit out of control, but you didn't care. You friend was pissing you off and you needed another drink to get the stupid thoughts she planted out of your head.

"You shouldn't drink more." You heard his accent, making your tummy flip in excitement. You turned around with your full glass in hand, giving him a questioning look.

"And why is that?" You asked.

"I think, you've already drank enough." His voice was caring, and you found him sweet, but you needed your drink.

"As much as I appreciate your concern, I am in complete control." You grinned happily, not feeling the effects of the alcohol as much as others could see it on you.

"You are, and that is where you should leave it." He smiled sweetly, reaching for the glass in your hand, but you pulled it away.

"Why? What are you going to do if I don't?" You questioned with a raised brow, a mischievous grin sitting across your face. You were always flirting with Oliver; it was a mystery how he couldn't see it. You didn't even want to think about the fact the he might not like you. In your mind, that was not an option.

"Well, I can't do anything about that, I just don't want you to get wasted." He explained and you just rolled your eyes. His lack of flirting always was a turn off for you. As if the boy didn't know how to flirt, because the option of him not wanting to flirt with you was not plausible in your head.

"I'm sorry, but I will drink as much as I want." You shrugged and left him behind to go back to your friends.

"What did he say?" Your friend asked curiously, waiting for some juicy details, but you just shrugged with a bored face.

"To stop drinking." You huffed and took another swig of the content of your glass, the alcohol burning your throat and stomach.

"Well... okay." She said with a frown as you nodded in agreement. You know exactly what she meant behind her words. She expected something more too, just like you, but Oliver was just never giving anything away. Unless if it had to do with quidditch, that he went crazy for.

The night continued, but the party didn't die down. More people danced than before, more people crawled on the floor than before. You found the crowed of drunk people hilarious. You sat on the back of the couch, your legs hanging in the air as you watched the students embarrass themselves.

"Are we getting drunk already?" You heard a deep voice from beside you and your head snapped towards its owner.

"I am completely fine." You grinned once again, as if that was the only thing you could do around Oliver. "Can I ask you something?" You asked with a sudden confidence rushing over you, which you simply put it down as result of the amount of alcohol you have drank.

"Yeah." His eyes were attached to your, curiosity in his gaze.

"Are you blind?" You asked, his eyes wide in surprise. He didn't expect you to ask such a random question.

"Not that I know of." He frowned, but you could see a tiny smile in the corner of his mouth.

"So, tell me, Oliver-" You started, his eyes more curious then before. "how can you not see when someone obviously likes you?" You watched as his face fell, his frown appearing once again.

"What are you talking about?"

"I have liked you for the longest time, Wood. I have flirted with you on every occasion I could find, but you just don't react." You waved your arms around as you explained enthusiastically.

As you finally looked at him, you saw a huge grin across his face.

"Can I ask you something now?" He asked, this time it was your turn to furrow your brows in confusion. "How can you not see when someone obviously likes you?" He grinned proudly, making you more confused. You couldn't decide if your brain functions have been affected by the alcohol, or you were really just slow.

"What?" You folded your arms in front of your chest. You felt as if he was mocking you and you didn't find it funny.

"I have liked you for the longest time, love. You are just blind to it." He chuckled sweetly as your face fell.

"No, you didn't, you never flirted back." You huffed, trying to prove a point.

"Maybe, but I am always there beside you. I'm there when you need help and I do look after you when you get in trouble. I'm always the first to walk up to you." You looked down on the ground, trying to recall when he was beside you and whilst it was you that always initiated the flirting, it was always Oliver who searched for you, who walked up to you before classes, who greeted your first thing in the morning.

You turned back towards the boy; your eyes wide in surprise as realisation hit you.

"You really were." You beamed at the boy, whispering, but Oliver was just close enough to hear you.

"Thank you for realising." He chuckled happily. Your confused expression soon turned into a happy smile as your rather slow brain started processing the situation.

"Does that mean you want to ask me out?" You wiggled your brows playfully, making him erupt in a laughter.

"Would you like to go on a date with me?" He asked, a happy grin spread across his face as his laughter died down.

"I would like nothing more than that." Your smile was spread from ear to ear, you were beyond happy. You jumped up from the back of the sofa, wrapping your arms around his neck as you pulled him in for a hug.

As you started pulling back and unlocking your arms, he got hold of them and put them back around him, his eyes searching for your eyes. You looked into his eyes, giving him a questioning look as his gaze wandered down to your lips. You raised a brow as you giggled lightly, before closing the distance between you two. Who are you to deny a kiss from him, you wanted it just as bad as he did.

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