You had always loved Quidditch—the rush of wind through your hair, the thrill of the game, the feeling of total freedom on your broom. And being captain of Ravenclaw was a challenge you thrived on. You took pride in strategy, in leadership, in being precise.

But lately, Quidditch wasn’t the only thing keeping your heart racing.

It started one crisp autumn morning when an owl swooped into the Ravenclaw common room, dropping a neatly folded letter onto the table where you were studying. You blinked in surprise and reached for it, recognizing the familiar handwriting immediately.

Y/N, it read, I know we’ve spent a lot of time competing on the pitch, but I’d like to compete at something else with you. Dinner tonight? – Oliver Wood

Your heart stuttered. Dinner? With Oliver Wood?

You spun around to see Hermione sitting beside you, peering at the note over your shoulder. “Y/N… he’s asking you out,” she said, eyes wide. “Oliver Wood. Gryffindor captain. He… never asks a girl out. Ever.”

You could barely speak. “I… I don’t know what to say,” you admitted, heart racing like a Golden Snitch fleeing a seeker.

Hermione grinned knowingly. “You’d better answer. But carefully. Don’t let him think he’s won just because he’s Oliver Wood.”

You folded the letter and tucked it into your robes, deciding to wait until the next day

The next morning, the sky was a perfect blue, and the pitch buzzed with the usual pre-practice energy. You tightened your gloves, adjusted your broom, and prepared for another grueling session of drills.

And then you saw him. Oliver Wood, Gryffindor captain, striding confidently toward the Ravenclaw side, broom in hand, eyes scanning the field. And when he saw you… that confident smile of his widened.

“So,” he called, loud enough for you to hear, “about dinner…”

You smirked, adjusting your grip on your broomstick. “If you can manage to block my attack during practice today, I’ll go out with you,” you said, your voice teasing but serious.

Oliver blinked, momentarily thrown off by your challenge. Then a grin spread across his face, sharp and playful. “One block, one date, huh? I like your style.”

He turned to his girl teammates"Girls you help her, 1v4

Practice that day became a duel unlike any other.

You launched yourself into the air, broom slicing through the wind as you moved with precision, your heart pounding. Oliver matched your speed, anticipation gleaming in his eyes. Every feint, every twist, every rapid turn was a test—of your skill, your strategy, and now, apparently, your potential future together.

You threw the quaffle and he blocked it

"looks like i'm taking you out"he said smiling

You continued playing and he blocked every single throw you did

"You are already walking down the aisle y/n"Angelina said making you chuckle really wanting to go out with him now

After practice was over, Oliver approached you

"Hey, you dont have to go out with me you dont want to"he said looking kinda sad

"What?"you asked, why the hell wouldnt you want that?

"Yeah i saw how hard you tried to win, you really dont have to go out with me you dont want it"he said looking at you