Title: Disappointed in you

Pairing: Oliver Wood x Reader

Word count: 2.5k

Published: 18 October, 2020

Author: Heloise Daphne Brightmore

Notes: I have written this piece for A Very Harry Potter Halloween writing challenge on tumblr with prompt "18 October 2020 - Haunted objects"

Oliver Wood was always a strong person both mentally and physically. He wasn't scared of anything; he always projected a fearless demeanour. However, being in a relationship with him, meant you had a closer insight into the boy and slowly you started to realise the boy wasn't as invincible as he showed himself to be.

If anything, he was indeed scared of one thing. Ghosts. He didn't have problem with Hogwarts' ghosts, he was used to Nearly Headless Nick, The Bloody Baron, The Grey Lady, The Fat Friar, and of course Professor Binns and Moaning Myrtle. However, the thought of ghosts haunting people in the night, scared him.

Through you, he has seen many paranormal muggle movies and he listened to your thoughts and ideas about the subject, slowly making him more terrified by a simple object laying in his room, being haunted by a person who died a terrible death or had an unfinished business.

From on that point, he made sure not to keep anything old and dodgy looking in his room. One day he even started collecting all the things he thought could be haunted and threw them all out. You stood by the door with a sceptical look across your face, but didn't say anything, just watched the boy being maybe a tad bit overreacting.

You weren't one to be scared of paranormal activity and whilst you knew it was horrible of you, you found it somewhat funny that your boyfriend was. Of course, you couldn't just let the opportunity pass by, and Halloween seemed to be the best time to trick your boyfriend.

You sat in the Great Hall with Fred and George Weasley, each occupying a seat on both of your sides.

"So, what was it that you wanted to talk about?" George asked as he shoved half slice of a bread into his mouth, chewing loudly beside you. You grimaced at his caveman-like behaviour and rather turned to Fred whose eyes were full of excitement. You smiled at the curious boy, before you started off.

"Well, Halloween is just around the corner and I thought, maybe we could trick Oliver." You spoke, George's complete attention fixed on you this time.

"Please, continue." He grinned, wiggling his eyebrows. The boys loved Oliver, they were friends after all, but having been in the same quidditch team for years, Oliver being their cruel captain, meant that they wanted to get back at him and his ridiculous ideas at some point and it seemed to be just the right moment.

"So, Oliver is scared of anything that could haunt him. I'm talking about simple objects like a watch, a doll, a furniture, a room or a ghost being attached to them. He is just terrified. I thought maybe we could trick him a bit." You smirked proudly.

"I'm usually not the reasonable one here, but Y/n, you shouldn't play with people's fear." Fred raised a brow questioningly, as if he asked if you understood what he was trying to say, but you just looked at him in confusion. You expected them to be happy and jump right into it. "What I mean is you wouldn't want people to scare you with what you are most afraid of."

"Really, Fred?" You gave him a sceptical look. "We will just scare him a bit. He will be cool with it later." You shrugged, but Fred just offered you another questioning look. You huffed in annoyance, before you turned to the younger twin who had a comical expression on his face.

"I'm in, but he will kick off, Y/n." He grinned, anticipating the events that he thought would follow.

"You're such buzzkills." You pouted, crossing your arms in front of your chest.

"Fine, we are in." Fred groaned, rolling his eyes as a gigantic smirk started appearing across your face. "You are so good at making others feel horrible, you know that?" He raised a brow and you nodded furiously, knowing exactly how annoying you could be at times.

"Brilliant." You exhaled in excitement.

You looked across the room, searching for Oliver when you saw him walk inside the Great Hall, a tired expression across his face. He walked up to you, yawning before he planted a kiss on the top of your head.

"Move." He groaned at George; his voice hoarse.

"Someone seems to be in a good mood today." You smiled, looking at his bored expression, but he just grimaced. George and Fred looked at each other, before they stood up and waved you goodbye, giving you space to talk. "So, what's up, love?" You tried again, another groan leaving his lungs.

"I didn't sleep well." He scoffed as you drew random patterns on his back.

"Look, why don't you just eat something and then we can go up to your dorm and just lay in your bed, your arms around me, my head tucked in your chest? How does that sound?" You smiled sweetly. He looked at you, a small curve playing in the corner of his lips, before it started growing into a smile.

"I'd love that." He said as he started quickly stuffing his face.

-

You sent Oliver up to his dorm and told him that you would follow shortly. You quickly searched for the twins, soon finding them in an abandoned corridor. You instructed them of what they had to do, before heading up to the Gryffindor tower, to Oliver's dorm.

As you opened the door, you saw him laying across the bed, his hands placed under his head, his eyes fixed on the ceiling. You left the door open slightly, before shrugging off your hoodie and joining Oliver on the bed, snuggling into his arms. He turned his body towards you, running his hands through your hair, hinting a kiss on your forehead.

"Hey, love." He smiled down at you as you hid your face in his chest muscles. He chuckled at your love-sick behaviour pulling you closer.

"Hey." You murmured into his chest, your voice dreamy, enjoying his warmth. As you were about to drift into slumber, you quickly jumped as you heard a loud noise coming from the other side of the room.

Both you and Oliver looked over to the corner you thought you heard the noise from, but you didn't see anything there. Oliver squinted, trying to understand what the noise was, but you were less curious since you already knew.

Before you could have even calmed Oliver down, you heard a loud noise from the opposite side of the room, making Oliver jump. Before you could have processed, the wardrobe door started opening slowly with a creepy creaking sound. It took you all the self-control you could muster not to laugh out loud.

Seconds later the old clock on the wall started chiming furiously, making your boyfriend jump out of his bed.

"What the heck is going on?" He asked, his voice panicked.

"Relax, it's nothing." You tried to calm him as you swallowed a snickering sound.

"I can't just relax." He shook his head as his eyes ran across the whole room within seconds. You stood up from the bed, placing a hand on his shoulder, patting him, as if it helped him to calm down. Of course, it was all an act, you enjoyed his monetarily scared features, he looked adorable.

As if on que, everything has stopped, complete silence falling on the room. You looked up at Oliver, whose eyes were still searching for the source of the noises.

"Hey, calm down, love." You smiled sweetly, but deep down you just wanted to let out the laugh you have been silently harbouring. It all seemed too calm and you knew Fred and George was planning something under Harry's invisibility cloak.

"Oliver..." A whispering voice called his name, making him jump. "I-" the voice started again, leaving the boy almost shivering. "found you."

Before Oliver even could have reacted, a hand appeared from behind him, gripping onto his shoulder firmly. The boy span around abruptly, looking at the levitating hand with wide eyes and a shocked expression, before he got hold of your hand and started pulling you after himself as fast as he could.

"Oliver, stop!" You attempted to pull him back, but the boy didn't budge. "Oliver, stop it!" But he didn't listen, he was strutting down the stairs of the dormitory, his steps almost turning into running as he dragged you along.

You quickly halted in the Gryffindor common room, grabbing Oliver with your other hand. He seemed seriously terrified, you have never seen him so pale, so weak.

"Oliver, I'm sorry." You stepped closer, placing your hands on his cheeks. "It was just a prank I didn't know you would react so badly."

"What?" He asked with a deep frown across his forehead.

"I thought we could scare you a bit, I didn't think it would affect you this badly." You caressed his cheeks gently, trying to comfort him. You felt guilty for putting him through this and finally started to realise what a stupid idea it was.

"Wait... you thought it would be funny to scare me, when you knew how afraid I was?" He scoffed as he got hold of your hands and removed them from his face. "How would you feel if I used your own fears against you?" He asked in disbelief, clearly disappointed in you.

"I know, I'm sorry, love. I'm so sorry." You tried pleading for forgiveness, but he just shook his head.

"Who else?" He asked, but you shook your head. You were already in trouble; you didn't want to reveal the twins' identity. "Don't lie to me. There was someone else." He looked behind you, wanting to head back to the room, but you stood in his way.

"It was only me. I swear. I just put a spell on some of the objects and used a rubber hand I bought in a muggle magic shop." You nodded to confirm your words, his jaw clenching in anger.

"You planed it all out, didn't you?" He shook his head as he heaved a deep sigh. "That was very low of you." It was clear how disappointed and upset he was.

"I know. I really am sorry, Oliver." You tried to get hold of his hand, but he pulled it away.

"Just leave me alone for now." He scoffed as he avoided your reaching hand and left the common room.

Not much time passed, before Fred and George joined you in the common room, each standing on either of your sides.

"Yep, I told you." Fred nodded to confirm his own words.

"Shut up, Fred." You groaned.

"I'm just stating facts. Anyway, what are you on about, he will make us suffer at practice too." He shrugged nonchalantly.

"No, he won't. I didn't tell him that you helped. He was too pissed off anyway." You scoffed as you walked away from the twins, not wanting to hear any more of their comments.

-

It's been days, but your apologies seemed to be unheard by Oliver. You didn't know what to do anymore. The boy wasn't sulking usually, and he was never mad at you longer than 10 minutes.

You already bought him a ticket for the upcoming Puddlemere United match, you wrote him apology letters, you repeatedly told him how sorry you felt, but he wasn't giving in. You slowly grew frustrated by his ignorance. You knew what you have done was stupid and inconsiderate, but Oliver was being too much.

You were infuriated by the way he behaved, and you decided that it was enough. You walked into the Great Hall, searching for your- well, you weren't sure what he was at the moment- maybe boyfriend, maybe not. As you found Oliver seated at the end of the Gryffindor table, you hurried over, grabbing his hand and dragging him after yourself.

To your surprise, he didn't struggle against you, otherwise he could have easily gotten your hands off him. You pulled him over to the wall beside the entrance and pushed him against it, before folding your arms in front of you, your gaze studying Oliver.

"How long are you going to make me feel invisible?" You asked firmly. Your anger was obvious, no doubt.

"I am not ignoring you; I am disappointed in you." He spoke calmly. He was clearly still unhappy with you, but he wasn't angry anymore. On the other hand, you were.

"Well, can you be disappointed whilst you still recognise that I am trying to make things right?" You raised your voice just a tad. "Look, Oliver I have tried everything, but I don't know what else I can do anymore. I have made a stupid decision, fair enough, you were mad at me, you are still disappointed, but I can't keep asking you to forgive me every single day. If you don't want to accept my apology just say it and I will leave you alone." By the end of your monologue, tears threatened to expose how badly your separation has affected you. Of course, you didn't want to leave him alone, you wanted him back.

Oliver stood silently, his back against the cold wall, his eyes fixed on the ground. He was thinking way too long for your liking.

"Come here." He spoke softly as he opened his arms for you. Without wasting any more of your precious time, you jumped into his arms, hiding your now tear soaked face in the crook of his neck.

"I'm so sorry, I really am sorry." You apologised again, but deep down it wasn't an apology but a grateful appreciation towards him for taking you back. As soon as his arms wrapped around your torso, you sobbed into his shirt, soaking the material. He hinted a gentle kiss on your temple, trying to calm you down.

"Love, can you stop, please?" He asked, but you just shook your head. You just couldn't stop your tears anymore. "I will stop you myself." His tone was a mocking warning, but you didn't care. His hands moved up to your face, forcing you to look at him, before he closed the space between you.

You melted into his embrace, a rush of happiness running through you. Even the taste of your salty tears couldn't ruin the moment. You were once again in Oliver's arms and you didn't, you couldn't let him go. You needed the brush of his lips against yours, his hands cupping your face gently, his low growl as he deepened the kiss.

"Much better." He smiled as he removed the leftover of your tears. You didn't even realise when you stopped crying.

"Can you forgive me?" You asked pleading.

"Of course, I can. I already did. But please don't ever pull something like that again. It's not okay to play with others' fear and it's certainly not okay to take them so nonchalantly." He stated firmly and you nodded in agreement. He was right and you scolded yourself for having to learn it the hard way.

"I will never do it again." You confirmed verbally this time.

"Good, now let's go back. I was kind of in the middle of my lunch. This body needs food to look this good." He winked, making you chuckle. He threw his arm around your shoulder and hinted a small peck on your forehead as you walked into the Great Hall.