Title: High on bravery

Pairing: Oliver Wood x Female!Reader

Word count: 2k

Published: 1 October, 2020

Author: Heloise Daphne Brightmore

Notes: A very busy "Queen of Oliver Wood fics" is back. It's just a little something something. I didn't want to write anything serious, just something. I don't make sense, do I? Just go ahead and read it. <3

You flew across the quidditch pitch, the quaffle tucked under your arm, leaning forward on your broom. You were barely visible, your speed making heads turn, people screaming your name from the spectator stand. It was only a couple inches more until the hoops, just a couple, but you didn't reach the end of those couple of inches.

You felt something collide with your chest, air squeezed out of you, your eyes involuntarily closing, your hands slipping off your broom, as you felt yourself falling. It didn't register in your head though, not the fall, nor the pain in your chest. By the time you were free-falling, your brain shut down, darkness taking you with itself.

-

When you woke up, you heard nothing. It was completely silent around you, except for the little waterdrops coming from a sink near you. You forced your eyes open, the dim light still hurting your vision, making you blink furiously.

Looking around, you recognised the Hospital wing and its old, metal-framed beds, one of them which you have been occupying. You threw the cover off yourself to see a huge bandage going across your chest. You weren't wearing a shirt or a hospital gown, your chest and ribs were carefully covered only in a piece of thick bandage.

You couldn't remember anything, other than being hit, before it all went pitch black. You were having difficulty breathing, but you didn't want to just stay put. You forced yourself to sit up, heaving deep breaths as your legs hang low on the edge of the bed, waiting for you to force them down against the cold ground. So, you moved. You placed your feet on the floor, groaning at the uncomfortable feeling in your chest, feeling as if you have been denied air.

You stood up steadily, or so you thought, before you felt your legs wobble, forcing you to quickly get hold of the frame of the bed beside you. You heaved a deep sigh, trying to calm yourself as you felt anger rose inside of you. You felt useless as you weren't in full control of your own body. Your head was spinning from the huge dose of pain-relieving potions you have been given. It was as if you weren't even in your own body, only partially.

You huffed in an annoyed tone, feeling fed up of being incapable of controlling yourself. You stood up, steading yourself on the ground, groaning at the sharp pain returning in your ribcage. You took a step further, wanting nothing but going up to your room and lay down. The last place you wanted to be at was the Hospital wing, acting as if you were weak and couldn't handle a little bump.

One step, two, step, three step - you felt proud of yourself. It was going well finally. Your feet were cold, your ribs screaming for rest, your head feeling funny, occasionally giving you double vision or a blurry sight, but you were standing, walking.

You continued taking slow steps, realising it would take longer to go up to your dorm, than you wanted. So you sped up. You wanted to at least, before your legs and head decided to disagree with you. You felt a sharp pain in your head, your legs wobbling under you as you lost your balance, your eyes shutting immediately, waiting to collide with the hard and cold ground.

But it never came. You felt a presence beside you, an arm wrapped around your waist, before they steadied you in a standing position. You opened your eyes to meet your favourite chocolate brown irises, now holding a stern gaze.

"What were you thinking?" His thick Scottish accent echoing through the empty place as he placed his other arm around your hips to keep you steady, his cold hands causing goose bumps to appear on your exposed skin. His eyes wander down to your chest, his cheeks flashing red at the realisation of your lack of clothing.

He took a deep breath, his eyes looking anywhere but you. But it gave you the opportunity to stare at him shamelessly, studying his perfect jawline, his long black lashes which could make anyone jealous. Your gaze focused on his lips, the bottom one now pulled in between his teeth, his cheeks still steadily blushing.

You tilted your head, watching the boy with all the adoration you held for him. He was all you could ever wish for in a man. Passionate, handsome, funny and most of all caring. You placed your palms on his chest, his eyes turning back to you.

"We should go back to your bed." He said sternly, but you knew it was only an act to cover up his embarrassment. He was flustered and you knew it was all to do with your lack of clothing and the proximity between you.

"You want to take me to bed already?" You chuckled, but you immediately regretted it as a sharp pain in your chest interrupted your fun with a loud groan leaving your lungs. You needed a couple of seconds to breath normally again, Oliver's hands steading you once again, his cheeks blushing even brighter. "You are cute when you are worried." You smiled sweetly, the potions giving you an unknown bravery.

"I'm happy you are enjoying it, but you really need to rest." He groaned as he tried to move you, but for some reason, you found just enough power to resist.

"I have better ideas." You smirked mischievously as you lifted your hand to his cheek, your palm flat against his jawline, your thumb running through his chapped bottom lip.

Oliver was always a friend of yours, but your feelings were beyond a friendship. You were glad to be drugged, feeling this unknown bravery inside you, heating you up.

"You really should rest." He whispered, his breath fanning your thumb, your closeness making him dizzy.

"I know." You breathed as you stood on your tip toes, your lips attaching themselves to his involuntarily. You wanted to tell yourself that you didn't mean to kiss him - you just wanted to tease him - fearing the outcome, but after reaching the last couple of inches, you couldn't stop yourself from feeling his lips on yours.

Your body heated up, your head feeling light, your breath stuck in you as you kissed him feverishly, pulling him closer to you, his body flush against yours. He didn't hesitate, his arms tightened around you, his dominance capturing you completely. You wanted to continue, you didn't want to let go, but your head was telling you that something was wrong.

You pulled away, your cheek laid against his shoulder, your eyes still closed. You tried breathing normally, but the bandage was stopping you. You could feel Oliver's hand on your forehead, before it wandered down to your neck, shoulder and arm.

"You are burning up, you stupid girl." He scolded you as he scooped you up into his arms, ignoring your painful groans, before he placed you back on your bed. You wanted to open your eyes and watch his worried form, but you couldn't. You were too tired, your head was banging from the inside, your body incapable of moving any longer. Before you knew it, slumber fell up on you.

-

When you woke up, you felt something wet and cold on your forehead. You lifted your hand, touching the unfamiliar material. You moved around a bit, opening your eyes, having a déjà vu feeling.

As your eyes finally got used to the light, you looked around, your eyes widening at the sight of the boy beside you, his head laying on the top of your cover. You lifted your hand, running your hands through his short brown hair, caressing his cheeks. You were surprised to see him here, especially as you looked at the clock on the wall. 6.30am, it showed.

"Good morning." You heard Madam Pomfrey's voice. You looked up to see the healer organising her cabinet at the other side of the hospital wing. "Mr. Wood means well, I understand, but he shouldn't be here." She groaned, shaking her head in disagreement.

"Madam Pomfrey," you called as you pushed yourself up a bit, groaning at the uncomfortable, but less sharp pain shooting through your chest. "why is Oliver here?" You asked, your hand finding its way back to his hair.

"Apparently he doesn't understand the meaning of no." She huffed, going back into her office, making you slightly giggle. The boy snorted beside you, making you slightly jump, his eyes still closed.

"I understand what no means, I just don't care." He groaned as he sat up, stretching his body with a loud yawn, making you smile at his innocent form.

"You are not supposed to be here though." You spoke as he groaned.

"I couldn't just leave." He shook his head. "Especially not after what happened." You gulped loudly, your memories coming back vividly as you basically threw yourself at him, your face welcoming the darkest shade of red, your face heating up under his intense gaze.

"Look Oliver, I'm sorry, I don't know what I was thinking. I probably had way too much potions in me and-" you attempted to continue all your excuses, but Oliver was having none of them.

"Did you or did you not want to kiss me?" He asked, his straightforward words making you feel smaller than ever, his tone demanding.

"What if I did?" You asked, your voice barely audible.

"Then say that." He tried to search for your eyes, but you were afraid of any eye-contact.

"I did." You whispered, playing with your hands nervously.

"I couldn't hear you." As if his tone was mocking you, you felt anger bubble up inside you.

"I said I did. Are you happy now? Are you satisfied with my answer?" You raised your voice to make a point, your eyes shot up, looking at him with a stern look, your lips forming a straight line. But what you saw made you frown, confusion settling within you. Oliver was looking at you with a sweet smile, his gaze warm under your strict look.

"Yes, I am, because then you won't mind me doing this." He chuckled as he leaned closer to you, locking his lips with yours.

You didn't hesitate to return his kiss. Your hand soon found its way on the back of his head, your fingers running through his short hair. His hands wandered down to your waist, pulling you closer, but the pain in your chest made you grown. He quickly pulled away, his eyes running over you worriedly.

"I'm fine." You giggled lightly. "I will not break from a little pain." He heaved a deep sigh and sat back in his chair.

"What do you say we go and grab a butterbeer in Hogsmeade when you get better?" He asked with a sweet smile, making you grin happily.

"That shouldn't even be a question. Of course!" You replied enthusiastically, making him chuckle.

"But until then, you rest and stop wandering around." You rolled your eyes at his authoritative tone.

"When did I hire you as my babysitter?" You replied with a sceptical look and a raised brow.

"You didn't, but after the date I will be your boyfriend, I'm just practicing." He smirked happily, making you shake your head, but you couldn't stop the huge grin from appearing across your face. He leaned closer again, kissing you sweetly, before Madam Pomfrey appeared, screaming at the boy and shooing him away. A loud laughter left his lungs as he exited the Hospital wing, but not before sending you a cheeky wink.

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