The Quidditch pitch is bathed in moonlight, silent and empty. Oliver Wood stands alone at the center, broom discarded on the grass, his gaze fixed on the goalposts, conflicted between longing and resignation.

For months, he’s been seeing you—what started as casual hangouts has turned into something deeper. Quiet moments in Hogsmeade, sneaking up to the Astronomy Tower, and innocent kisses under the night sky have sparked feelings neither of you dare to acknowledge. The fear of what it might mean keeps you both hesitant.

You approach him in the still night, drawn to the tension in the air. As you sit beside him, the space between you crackles with unspoken words, both of you aware of the connection that’s too fragile to name.

Oliver’s heart is consumed by his Quidditch dreams—his future as a professional player, dedicating his life to the sport. He knows this leaves little room for anything else, even though he cares deeply for you.

You, on the other hand, are headed down a path that takes you far from Quidditch, and the reality is cruel: to be together would require one of you to give up everything that defines who you are.

Oliver finally looks at you, his gaze filled with a storm of emotions. He’s torn between wanting this to be real and knowing it’s doomed.

“Didn’t think anyone would come here at this hour of the night,” he says softly, his voice tinged with vulnerability.

The weight of those words hangs between you, as you both share a moment of stillness, aware that the paths you’re on may never allow this to become anything more.