You and Oliver Wood had been dating for a couple of months now. The kind of relationship that felt easy, natural, and full of laughter—even after his constant teasing during Quidditch practice. You were happy, and Oliver seemed… completely yours.

Or so you thought.

Oliver had noticed something you hadn’t: your best friend, who had always had a soft spot for him, was trying to get his attention. Little things—long glances, laughter a little too loud when he was around, casual touches that lingered. He hadn’t wanted to make a big deal of it, but inside, it felt… weird. Uncomfortable.

And today, he decided he needed to tell you.

You were sitting on your bed, blankets wrapped around you, heads close as you cuddled after a long day of classes. Oliver’s hand idly traced circles on your back.

“Y/N…” he began, voice hesitant. “There’s… something I need to tell you. It’s about… her.”

You tilted your head, concerned. “Her? What about her?”

“Your best friend,” he said, sighing. “I don’t know how to say this… but she’s been acting weird around me. Like, she’s… trying to get my attention. And it’s… kind of bothering me.”

You frowned, brushing it off with a soft laugh. “Oliver, come on. You know her. She wouldn’t do that. She’s not like that.”

“I thought so too,” he admitted, voice quiet. “But I can’t ignore it. And I love you, Y/N. I don’t… I don’t like feeling like there’s some weird tension I’m supposed to notice but can’t talk about.”

You stroked his hair gently, still unconcerned. “Oli… I promise you, she wouldn’t. She knows you’re mine. I don’t even think she’d try.”

He looked at you, searching your eyes, trying to read your expression. “I hope you’re right. I just… it feels strange. I love you so much, and I don’t want anything—especially her—messing with that.”

You nuzzled into him, trying to ease his worry. “Look at me,” you whispered. “I love you too. And nothing’s going to come between us. Not her. Not anyone. You and me, Oliver. That’s what matters.”

He sighed, resting his forehead against yours, letting your words sink in. “Okay… okay. I trust you.”

You smiled softly, kissing him gently. “See? Nothing to worry about. You’re mine.”

“And you’re mine,” he whispered back, holding you closer.