The stands were packed, the air buzzing with the roar of brooms slicing through the sky. Slytherin vs Hufflepuff wasn’t your match or Oliver’s, which meant it was the perfect chance to relax.

Or… well… as relaxed as a Quidditch captain and her very competitive boyfriend could ever be.

Oliver already had his arm comfortably around your shoulders, pulling you close like always. His thumb absentmindedly brushed your collarbone — a habit he didn’t even realize he did.

Cedric Diggory dove across the pitch, narrowly dodging a Bludger and still managing a clean goal.

You let out a low whistle. “Okay, that was impressive. Cedric might actually be the best captain this year.”

Oliver froze. Completely. Stopped-breathing, full-body offended.

Slowly, dramatically, he turned his head toward you.

“I’m sorry,” he said, blinking. “Cedric who?”

You bit your lip to stop your smile. “Diggory. You know — Hufflepuff? The tall one? Captain? Good hair?”

“Oh, good hair, is it?” Oliver scoffed. “Is this a Quidditch match or a beauty pageant? Merlin’s sake…”

You laughed, nudging him with your elbow. “Relax, Oliver. I just meant he’s—”

“The best captain?” Oliver cut in, hand coming to his chest dramatically. “I thought you told me I was the best. Did you lie to me? Have I been living a fantasy this entire relationship?”

You gave him a slow smirk. “Maybe.”

His mouth fell open. “Brutal. Absolutely brutal.”

Cedric scored again, and the crowd roared.

Oliver narrowed his eyes at the pitch, then at you. “Alright, let’s settle something.” He shifted closer, gripping your waist. “Are you dating him, or are you dating me? Because last time I checked, the girl in my arms is my girlfriend.”

You snorted. “I’m dating you, obviously.”

“Obviously,” he echoed with that cocky captain tone. “So why,” he poked your side, “are you praising Diggory when I’m right here?”

“Because he’s good,” you teased. “Maybe better—”

Oliver caught your chin with his fingers before you could finish. “Say it,” he challenged softly. “Tell me I’m the best. I want to hear it.”

You arched an eyebrow. “Beg.”

His jaw dropped. “You’re unbelievable.”

“You started it,” you reminded him.

He grumbled something incoherent, squeezing your hip like he didn’t know whether to kiss you or argue more. “I swear, dating a Ravenclaw is a full-time job.”

“And dating a Gryffindor is a constant headache,” you shot back.

“Oh really?” Oliver grinned, leaning in until your noses brushed. “If captains are so impressive to you… then which one of us is the best?”

You pretended to think hard, tapping your chin. “Definitely not Cedric.”

Oliver smirked in triumph.

“And not you either.”

“—WHAT?”

You burst into laughter and finally grabbed his face in both hands, pulling him in for a quick kiss.

"I'm the best captain"you said kissing him again

"Whatever you say babe"he said smiling