Title: Your time

Pairing: Oliver Wood x Female!Reader

Word count: 1.5k

Published: 8 September, 2020

Author: Heloise Daphne Brightmore

Notes: I know I am supposed to be doing the blurbs, but my Uni assignment is stressing me out, so I am struggling to write throughout this weekend. I wrote this Oliver fic as a stress reliever at 3am last night, but I promise I will get the requests done, just please bear with me.

Added note: "Leannan" means darling, love, beloved, sweetheart - it's translated from Scottish Gaelic.

Warning: Angst and Fluff

Oliver sat in the Gryffindor common room, holding onto some of the magically enchanted photos he treasured so dearly. He watched as you smiled at him, hinting a soft kiss on his cheek, making him blush furiously.

You weren't together back then. You were just friends. He was trying to convey his feeling for you, but he always chickened out. However you got the courage and asked him out on a date instead. He was beyond shocked at the turn of events, but happier than he ever felt. Even happier than playing quidditch, which was an enormous statement from him.

He held onto another picture. Your arms were wrapped around his torso from behind, your chin strained on his shoulder as you stood on your tiptoes, trying to fit into the photo without his body completely covering you. Oliver watched himself, his head thrown back in a laughter, your eyes fixed on his happy expression.

It was painful to watch the photos, remembering all the beautiful moments you have experienced together. He took out a muggle lighter from the pocket of his trousers and held it under the pile of photos. He wanted to burn it all, he wanted to forget about you. You were all he could think about and he hated it. He knew you didn't want him anymore and it hurt him like hell.

He tried to light the lighter, but he couldn't get himself to burn the pictures. Not when your loving gaze was looking at him with so much adoration. He felt as if burning the photos meant, he completely lost you and he wasn't ready for it. Not yet.

He sat in front of the fireplace, his eyes fixed on the photos, debating how to piece his heart back into a whole again. He wasn't sure he could ever do it. You took a piece with you and he didn't even want to get it back. He belonged to you and if he could, he would have brought down the stars for you just to believe in him again.

"Oliver?" Fred crouched down beside him, placing a hand on his shoulder.

"You need to talk to her." George joined from the other side. Oliver let out a bitter scoff, shaking his head.

"What good would it do?" He asked, his eyes now fixed on the hot flames moving about abruptly in the fireplace.

"She loves you. It was a spur of the moment decision." George spoke, trying to reassure his friend, but Oliver didn't want to hope anymore. He didn't want to feel anymore. He didn't want to exist, if you weren't beside him. He felt like a stupid teenager, so he was, but it didn't make his feelings any less real.

"You both love each other, it just got out of hand." Fred attempted to lift his mood, but he seemed to be unsuccessful. "Okay, Wood! It has to stop." He groaned at his useless friend and pulled him up from the carpet, turning him towards himself. "Enough of your self-pity. You love her, don't you?" He asked and Oliver nodded. "I asked you something." Fred pushed, not being satisfied with a simple nod.

"Yes!" Oliver replied, a warm feeling bubbling inside of him, as if determination took on a physical form and slowly spread in his body

"Then go and get your girl, because she loves you, but she will not wait forever for your dumb ass to realise that you want her back!" Fred pushed him towards the portray hole, Oliver stumbling into the armchair on his way, before his confidence started dispersing again.

"But what if..." He turned to meet two pairs of deadly glares.

"If you don't get her back now, I will steal her from you." George crossed his arms in front of him, as if he was showing how serious he was about his statement. Oliver frowned at the thought, not even wanting to imagine anyone, but himself beside you.

He ran across the abandoned corridors, down to the dungeon as he headed towards the potions classroom, where you organised the ingredients for Professor Snape. He didn't care if the teacher was present, he didn't care about the possibility of a detention, he didn't care about anything, but you and how much he loved you.

He didn't halt at the door when he saw the it being closed. He ripped it open and rushed inside, searching for you in the small room.

"Oliver, what are you doing here?" You asked from a dark corner, his gaze focused on you and you only. He walked up to you, wrapping his arm around your waist, his other hand cupping your neck as he pulled you into a heated kiss, pushing you against the wall behind you, leaving you breathless.

You couldn't deny how much you missed him, how much you wanted his arms around you, his lips on yours, his scent finding its way into your nostrils. Your love for Oliver was beyond what you ever felt for anyone and your break up affected you in all the wrong ways.

You melted into Oliver's hold, as he kept you firm against his body, wanting to feel you as close to him as it was physically possible. He has been going mad without you by his side and he didn't even realise how badly he needed you until you were finally in his arms.

He reluctantly pulled away, his breathing uneven, so as yours. You lifted your hand to your mouth, touching your pulsing lips with the tip of your finger. You have been kissed by Oliver so many times, but this time he felt different, almost desperate.

He tilted his head forward, leaning against your forehead, closing his eyes as he enjoyed your presence finally close to him.

"I am so sorry, leannan. I'm a right fool and if I could, I would change everything. I never meant to ignore you, I never meant to make you feel like you weren't important. Leannan," you closed your eyes, enjoying the way your nickname rolled off his tongue. You have missed him calling you so dearly. "I have never loved anyone as much as I love you and I feel so powerless without you. I need you, I honestly can't think of being apart from you." You felt the tears collecting in your eyes, wanting nothing, but to give yourself to him, but he caused you so much pain.

"Oliver." You breathed, meeting his brown eyes, as you lifted your hand, caressing his cheek with the tip of your thumb. "I want to believe you, but you hurt me. It was as if I didn't even exist anymore. It was all about quidditch." You hoped, he would understand how hard it has been for you to watch your boyfriend obsessing over a sport so deeply, that he had barely any time for you.

"I know. It was the biggest mistake I have ever done." He cupped your cheeks, hinting a small kiss on your nose. "I've never ever meant to hurt you. I thought I would be the last person to ever cause any sort of pain to you and I didn't even realise when I did."

"Oliver..." You whispered, but he shook his head and hinted a light kiss on your lips.

"When you broke up with me, a whole world crushed inside me. I can't imagine being without you and I know I was a right knob head for taking you for granted, but I am begging you to just give me one last chance to show you how much I love you, leannan." His desperate tone, made you want to just pull him down for a kiss, reassuring him that you wanted him just as much as he wanted you.

"I still love you, Oliver. It's not something that just disappears overnight, but how do I know that you will be there for me?" You gazed up at him, your eyes showing him all the hurt you have been suffering through.

"I can only ask you to trust me. I will do anything for you to get your trust back." He whispered against your lips, feeling the slight electricity running through your skin, just like each time he touched you.

"I need only one thing and that's your time, Oliver. I don't want you to neglect your friends, I don't want you to ignore your studies, I don't want you to miss quidditch, I just need you to find time for me." You heaved a shaky sigh, feeling dizzy at his closeness.

"I will make time for you whenever you would like me to." He nodded without a second thought. "Does that mean you are giving me a second chance?" He asked, his doe eyes growing wider in anticipation.

"I guess, I am." You replied with a small smile, wanting to feel happy beside him once again, hoping to get your love back from before he made the mistake of taking you for granted.

"Leannan, I love you so much and I will show you just how much, I promise." He breathed against your mouth, before he captured your lips with his, leaving you breathless once again, but safe in his embrace that you have been craving for in the last couple of weeks.

Oliver finally understood how important you were to him and he was to do anything in his power to show you how much he loved you, even if it meant the Weasleys making fun of him, or being called a sap, because for you, it was all worth it for him.