"Gryffindor wins by 100 points!" Lee Jordan announced, his voice ringing out over the cheers of the crowd. The stands erupted in celebration, with every house except Ravenclaw joining in the noise. Harry Potter, a first-year student, had done the impossible—catching the Snitch in his very first game.
As the match ended, I, along with the other friends and supporters of the Gryffindor team, hurried down the bleachers to wait for the players outside. The excitement in the air was infectious, and when the locker room doors finally opened, the cheers for Harry were deafening.
Amid the crowd, I managed to find a moment to pat Harry on the shoulder. "Great job, Harry! We're all so proud of you," I said with a warm smile. He looked up at me with a shy grin and murmured, "Thank you."
Still smiling, I weaved through the celebrating crowd, my eyes searching for one person—Oliver Wood. I spotted him inside the locker room, sitting alone, tying his shoes. Slipping in quietly, I closed the door behind me and walked over to him.
He looked up as I approached, a warm smile lighting up his face. "Hi, baby," he said softly, standing up and pulling me into his arms, his hands resting gently on my waist.
"You did amazing, Oli. I'm so proud of you," I said, brushing a kiss against his cheek.
He let out a playful whine. "Why not on the lips, lover?”
"You are my girlfriend, after all," he added with a playful grin.
"You really want my first kiss to be yours, huh?" I teased, a soft chuckle escaping my lips.
"Of course, I do. Consider it a victory gift for me since the team won," he replied, a smirk tugging at his lips as he held my gaze.
I laughed lightly and leaned in to give him a quick peck on the lips.
"Oh, come on, baby. That quick? Why not something longer? Like... making out?" he said, his voice playful as he buried his head into the crook of my neck, his arms still holding me tightly by the waist.
I rolled my eyes, laughing at his persistence. "We can save that for later... at our dorm," I said, finding his neediness both cute and amusing.
"Just one more. A proper one. Please?" he pleaded softly, his hand gently caressing my cheek.
I sighed, giving in to his puppy-dog eyes. Smiling, I leaned in again, this time letting the kiss linger. My arms wrapped around his neck, drawing him closer, while one of his hands cupped my cheek, the other resting firmly on my waist.
While the moment felt like pure bliss, we were abruptly interrupted by a familiar voice.
"Oi, Oliver! Where are you?" George Weasley called out, his tone unmistakably teasing.
We quickly pulled away from each other, breathless and flustered, just as the door creaked open.
"I bet he’s still in the locker room with Y/N, making out!" George added, his laughter echoing as Fred joined in.
Sure enough, the twins stepped inside, their mischievous grins widening when they spotted me.
"Oh, hey, Y/N!" they greeted in unison, their tone as cheeky as ever.
I laughed lightly and helped Oliver pick up his bag.
"Need anything, you troublemakers?" Oliver asked, shaking his head but unable to hide his grin.
"We’ve been looking for you!" Fred said excitedly. "We’re celebrating in the common room! Come on, hurry up!"
Before either of us could respond, the twins bolted out of the locker room, their laughter trailing behind them.
Oliver sighed, slinging his bag over his shoulder. "Those two are such handfuls," he muttered, though there was affection in his voice.
I giggled, slipping my hand into his. "True, but you have to admit, their energy keeps the team’s atmosphere so lively."
"Yeah," he agreed, his expression softening. "It does make everything more fun."
He draped his arm casually around my waist as we walked out of the locker room together, the sounds of Gryffindor’s celebrations growing louder in the distance.
As we walked through the quiet hallway, Oliver’s voice broke the silence.
"Thanks for the kiss," he said softly, glancing at me with a small smile. "And for trusting me, you know."
I smiled back, leaning my head against his shoulder as we walked. "I knew I picked the right person to save my first kiss for," I said with a light giggle.
His smile widened as he pressed a gentle kiss to my forehead. "Hearing you cheer for us out there—it was like music to my ears. Even with everyone else yelling, your voice stood out," he said with a chuckle.
I blushed slightly, my heart fluttering. "You really noticed that?"
"Of course I did," he replied warmly. Then, with a playful grin, he added, "I also noticed your cute little pigtails, baby."
I laughed, surprised by his attention to detail. "Aww, you noticed something so small?"
"How could I not? You looked adorable. I love it," he said, his tone as sweet as his smile.
Before I could respond, we reached the entrance to the Gryffindor common room. The sound of laughter and cheers from inside spilled into the hallway as we stopped, facing each other.
"I love you, Y/N," Oliver said, his eyes locking with mine. "Now, how about one more kiss? For good luck?"
I laughed at his cheeky request and leaned up to give him a quick peck on both his cheek and lips. His grin grew wider as I giggled, and together, we stepped into the lively common room, ready to celebrate Gryffindor’s hard-earned victory.