Oliver was humming to himself when you walked into the Gryffindor common room, half-distracted as he polished his broom. His hair was messy, his sleeves rolled up, and there was a tiny smudge of dirt on his cheek that made him unfairly attractive.

You leaned over the back of the couch, wrapping your arms around his shoulders from behind.

“Hi, love,” he said without looking up, smiling softly.

You kissed his cheek. “And how’s my favorite Quidditch-obsessed boyfriend?”

He opened his mouth to answer— —and that's when an owl crashed straight into his lap, dropping a pink heart-shaped envelope.

Both of you froze.

“…What is this?” you asked, eyebrows rising.

Oliver blinked. “I—I have no idea.”

You picked up the letter before he could, waving it between two fingers. The parchment was glittery. GLITTERY. Someone had poured their entire soul into this stupid little heart.

You smirked. Time to have fun.

You gasped dramatically. “A love letter? To you? Interesting.”

Oliver instantly panicked. “NO—NO—it’s not— I didn’t— I don’t know who—” He was already sweating.

You crossed your arms, tapping your foot. “Should I be worried, Captain Wood?”

He practically choked on air. “Worried? Wor—NO! Of course not! I swear, I didn’t even TALK to anyone today except my team and Harry, and Harry definitely didn’t write that—”

You raised an eyebrow. “Are you sure? Maybe some girl’s had her eye on you.”

“I have NOT made eye contact with anyone who isn’t you!” he insisted loudly. "No i did with Snape too... accidentally, he might has my soul now i dont know"

People were starting to stare.

You opened the letter. Oliver nearly snatched it.

Inside was a ridiculous poem about his “strong arms” and “beautiful determination.”

You hummed. “Strong arms, hmm. She’s got a point—”

“I ONLY WANT YOU TO THINK MY ARMS ARE STRONG!” Oliver shouted, voice cracking.

You bit your cheek to hold back laughter.

He grabbed your hands desperately. “Love, listen— I love YOU. I don’t want anyone else writing me things, or glancing at me, or breathing in my general direction. And if someone did write this, I—I’ll— I’ll tell them I’m taken so hard they won’t recover—”

You finally broke, snorting.

Oliver froze. “Wait.”

You wiped a tear from your eye. “Oh Merlin, Ollie… I’m joking. I’m not jealous.”

He stared at you. Emotionless. Then groaned and shoved his face into your shoulder.

“You’re evil,” he mumbled.

You wrapped your arms around him again. “Aww, my poor panicked boy.”

“You enjoyed that,” he accused without lifting his head.

“A little.”

He lifted his head just enough to glare. “You scared me so much I considered retiring from Quidditch to prove my loyalty.”

"Why would i be jealous? With a love letter i wrote?"you say and shut your mouth realizing you had given yourself

"You did what?"he asked looking at you

"Shi"You said getting up and walking backwards"It was Percy's idea"

"You're so gonna pay for this"He said with a small smirk.

"Catch me first"you said running away

"I swear having a girlfriend is a full time job"he mattered to himself before running behind you