Oliver sent you a letter at the beginning of summer break. Nothing unusual—he asked how you were doing, shared some news, and told a few stories. But your father saw the letter. During dinner, he suddenly asked Who is Oliver Wood? Guess it was time to come clean. After all, it had already been three months of dating. So you told them how the Gryffindor Quidditch captain had somehow won the heart of a Slytherin girl he used to hate. Up until fifth year, you were constantly throwing insults and sarcastic comments at each other. But in sixth year, you both grew up a bit and started being more chill. He even asked you to go flying in the evening.

-So this a date, Wood? You smirked -Call it that if you want he said with a wink before walking off. Who would’ve thought that wouldn’t be your last date? And that it would actually turn into something real. When you finished your story, you expected happiness, maybe some teasing or even a bit of support—anything really. But instead, you got bombarded with questions. “What kind of blood does he have?” “What do his parents do?” “What are his plans for the future?” And when you answered, they weren’t pleased. Especially not with Oliver’s choice of future career. They didn’t like that their daughter was dating an aspiring athlete instead of some important Ministry guy’s son. Thank Merlin he was pure-blood, or things would’ve gone even worse. But if only you knew what kind of summer was waiting for you. All summer, they kept lecturing you—saying he wasn’t on your level, that sports weren’t a real career, and that you should find someone else. Preferably some Ministry official’s son who’d be rich and important.

You tried to block out your parents’ words. Kept telling yourself that you didn’t care about Oliver’s family background. They weren’t poor—not at all—but they definitely weren’t as wealthy as yours. His future career didn’t bother you either. At least, you thought it didn’t… or maybe it really did. No, you were sure it didn’t! But all of it started to show during seventh year. After the summer break, you and Oliver started spending less and less time together. There were a lot of reasons: prepping for finals, Oliver was stuck at training all the time, and the teachers were piling on the work.

One November evening, you were sitting in his room. You started arguing over something so stupid and small, you can’t even remember what it was. A tiny disagreement turned into a full-blown fight. In the heat of the moment, you started saying all sorts of crap. The same crap your parents had been repeating all summer. You yelled that Oliver wasn’t on your level, that his career would go nowhere, and a bunch of other nonsense. Then you stormed out, slamming the door behind you.

But what really stuck with you before leaving… was the disappointment in his eyes.