It had been a long, quiet evening in your seventh-year dorm. Textbooks and parchment were scattered across your desk, quills scratching away as you tried to memorize spells and charms for the upcoming exams. The tower was mostly silent, save for the occasional laugh or footsteps in the hallway.

A knock at the door broke your concentration. Frowning, you set down your quill. “Who could that be this late?”

You opened the door to find Oliver Wood standing there—messy hair, a crooked grin, and just a little too much red in his cheeks. The unmistakable scent of firewhisky lingered around him.

“Oliver… what are you doing here?” you asked cautiously.

Before you could react further, he stepped forward, tugging you gently into the doorway, and kissed you. Shock froze you for a heartbeat—but then his voice came, urgent, spilling over the words he’d held back for years.

“I can’t… I can’t hide it anymore,” he slurred slightly, gripping your hands. “I’ve been in love with you since… forever. First year, I swear! I just… didn’t know how to say it. And now… I’m drunk, and I don’t care. I love you!”