𝘀𝘆𝗻𝗼𝗽𝘀𝗶𝘀: 𝗼𝗹𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗰𝗿𝘂𝘀𝗵𝗲𝘀 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗹𝘆𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗻 𝗯𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗿'𝘀 𝗯𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱.

𝘄𝗰: 𝟭𝟯𝟮𝟴

"oliver," percy shook the boy.

"huh? what?" oliver snapped out of his daydream.

"lesson's over, we can leave now," percy explained as he packed his quill into his bag.

oliver had spent the whole lesson admiring the girl that sat on the seat by the table ahead of him, directly in front of where he sat.

"y/n, come on, if we get to the great hall too late we're going to have to sit with the first years again," lucian nudged your arm lightly.

"oops, okay okay i'm coming," you shoved your parchments into your bag and swung it over your shoulder, rushing out of the charms classroom.

ever since oliver received his timetable for the school year and found himself in the same charms lesson as you, he had started an ever-growing crush on you.

it started off more as a sight for sore eyes thing, you were simply something for his eyes to ogle at during professor flitwick's lectures.

but over the course of the year, he'd notice the beautiful features on your face and your small habits that were easily overlooked by others.

he'd watch how anytime professor flitwick were to ask the class a question, you would pick your head up slightly then slump into your seat, almost as if you knew the answer but was too shy to raise your hand.

he had also noticed how your nose would twitch slightly whenever a cold breeze were to brush past the classroom, and how you would pull your robes closer to your body to warm yourself up.

no matter how much oliver adored you, he could never admit it. not to his friends, and certainly not to you.

he was the captain of the gryffindor quidditch team while you were in slytherin. your best friend was the slytherin beater for godric's sake.

it was the last class of the day and you and lucian were making your way to the library to do some studying before dinner.

"i've seen you and warrington flirting around recently," lucian eyed you suspiciously as he walked backward so he could face you.

"he was the one flirting with me! i've tried to turn him down politely a few times but he doesn't get the hint."

"oh come on y/n, give him a shot. you're sixteen and never been on a date! it's honestly getting quite sad," lucian was about to say something else when he bumped into a figure and fell backward onto his bum.

"oi! watch where you're going wood!" lucian scolded as he stood up and brushed his hands on his slacks.

"you were the one who bumped into me," oliver defended himself.

"fucking hell, you gryffindors just never want to admit when you're in the wrong do you. is this why all of you are rubbing up with mudbloods?" hatred laced off of lucian's tongue as he puffed his chest, inches away from oliver.

"sod off bole," oliver glared.

you sighed at the derogatory term lucian used and you had told him numerous times that it was wrong of him to do so.

you quickly pulled lucian by his shoulder, trying to diffuse the situation.

"hey luce, it's alright, let's just leave," you tried to interfere.

"i'll leave when he apologises."

you could just hear to anger in lucian's tone and knew that if you did not do something soon, a fight was about to break out.

you knew oliver from a few of your classes and he was quite a sweetheart. but you also knew he was assertive and had the gryffindor pride and bravery to stand up for himself.

you placed a hand on lucius' shoulder and rubbed it lightly, this action seemed to have calmed him down.

"i know you're upset but you were the one who bumped into him. you could just walk away but i would appreciate it if you apologised, especially since you used that term." you whispered so only he could hear.

lucian gave you a do i have to? look, which you only returned with a small nod.

"i'm sorry wood," lucian mumbled as he picked up his bag and walked off, purposefully bumping his shoulder into oliver's as he did.

oliver's eyes softened as the both of you made eye contact. you sent him a short but sweet smile and ran off to look for lucian.

lucian ended up calming down and the two of you spent the rest of the afternoon at the library.

you and him settled into the slytherin table in the great hall during dinner and conversed with the other students around you.

"i'll be right back," you informed lucian and hopped out of the bench.

you walked over to the gryffindor table, getting stares from the red and gold clad students.

you tapped on oliver's shoulder and he turned around, surprised to see you.

"i'm sorry for interrupting you, but i was wondering if we could have a chat? maybe outside?" you chewed on your lip.

you noticed how oliver seemed to have looked at you in awe but he quickly shook his head to break himself out of his trance.

"yea yea of course," he replied and climbed out of the bench.

"i apologise for what happened earlier, lucian's trying his best to get rid of the pureblood mindset he has. but again, i'm sorry for what he said."

"it's quite alright, i'm used to it anyway. don't forget we often play your house during matches," oliver shrugged.

"well i hope you do know that not all slytherins are like that, i think it's just the environments that most of them grew up in," you tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

"i bet," oliver breathed out as he watched your eyes sparkle from the moonlight shining through the large window in the hallway, "are you and bole...together?"

"me and lucian? merlin no, never. he's like an older brother to me. we've known each other since we were still in nappies." you let out a chuckle, a genuine laugh leaving your mouth at how insane oliver's question was.

oliver did not know what came over him but hearing the sweet sounds of your laughter ignited something in him.

"are you seeing anyone?" he asked.

"er, no," you scratched the back of your neck, embarrassed to admit you had never had a boyfriend before, "just never met the right person yet."

"would you maybe, like to study together sometime next week?"

"i'd like that actually," you fisted the side of your robes nervously.

sure you'd been asked out several times by people in your house, but something about oliver made your tummy do flips. to be honest, whenever lucian would ask you to watch him play, you mainly went to watch the gryffindor keeper in his element.

"i'll see you around," oliver leaned forward and pecked your cheek before quickly scurrying off back into the great hall.

you stood gobsmacked as you felt heat rise to your cheeks.

you practically giggled like a little school girl as you settled back into your seat.

"why're you blushing? and why'd you and wood go outside?" lucian asked curiously as your face fell.

you were so excited that you forgot about how much lucian disliked the gryffindor quidditch captain.

"he uh...asked me out to study..." you sipped from the goblet.

lucian sighed loudly, "d'you like him?"

you nodded lightly.

"well have fun okay?" lucian looked up from his potatoes and gave you a small smile, but you knew lucian long enough to know that that was his way of showing his acceptance.

"oh thank you luce!" your worried expression turned into a happy one as you flung your arms over his shoulders and gave him a hug.