You and Oliver had been together for a year — the kind of year people talked about. The type where you swore you could feel the air shift when he walked into a room. The type where everyone else rolled their eyes because the two of you were that couple: always teasing, always touching, always finding each other even in a crowded corridor.

And then one stupid fight blew everything apart.

It wasn’t even something real. Something petty about how much time he spent at practice and how you “never understood pressure like his,” and something you said back about him “choosing Quidditch over everything.” It spiraled. Voices got sharp. Feelings snapped. And somehow he walked out while you were still crying.

You didn’t speak again.

A week passed. A horrible, slow, humiliating week where you pretended to be fine, and he pretended nothing hurt. Except…you did notice things. How he kept showing up near you without actually speaking to you. How his friends looked awkward around both of you. How his eyes always found you then darted away like it burned to look too long.

And then came her.

A Ravenclaw girl. Pretty. Smart. Laugh too loud. Always standing a little too close to Oliver.

You tried to pretend it didn’t sting — but everyone saw the way your jaw clenched whenever she giggled at something he said.

During lunch, you sat with your friends, pretending to focus on your food, when someone whispered:

“Oy. Y/N. Wood’s coming this way.”

You didn’t look up at first. But you felt him before you saw him: that warm, nervous shift in the air. You lifted your eyes — and there he was. Oliver Wood, trying very, very hard to look casual while escorting Miss Ravenclaw Giggles.

He looked at you for half a second. Just half.

But it was enough.

Your chest tightened.

She tugged on his sleeve. “Oliver, you promised you’d show me the new Keeper drills—”

He cut her off. “Yeah, jus’ a moment.”

His gaze flicked back to you. He kept walking. He didn’t stop to say hello. He didn’t smile. He didn’t anything.

But you saw it. That tiny, stupid, painful glimmer of “please look jealous.”