11 Reasons Why Oliver Shouldn't Be Attracted To Rachel
11 Reasons General Theme: Why Oliver Shouldn't Be Attracted To Rachel
Fandom: Harry Potter
Character/Pairings: Oliver Wood/Rachel Rivers (OC)
Prompt: #36
Rating: PG-15
Warnings/Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to Harry Potter or any of its copyrighted characters, I make no money from this, and my sole intent is to provide entertainment.
Rachel has this saying. She uses it with moderate frequency and zero discretion.
She’s bored.
She gets bored at the strangest times.
Like when she mounts a broom, or when Oliver licks something off of his lips. On occasion, when there is some sort of odd sigh or creaking noise she’ll smirk and give him a look mouthing “I’m bored.”
It takes him three months to figure out its true meaning.
And he waits for the perfect moment to make light of it.
While they’re enjoying a butterbeer off the beaten path at the Hog’s Head where Oliver takes his time planning and finally wipes the foam of a warm butterbeer from his lips with two fingers, his tongue darting out to catch his upper lip.
Rachel stirs and sighs across the table from him and mutters, “Gah, I’m bored,” into her drink.
Oliver grins and dares to run his foot across the floor to her calf and gives her a meaningful look, “Oh, I know, darling.”
Her sharp intake of breath is answer enough.
Fandom: Harry Potter
Character/Pairings: Oliver Wood/Rachel Rivers (OC)
Prompt: #36
Rating: PG-15
Warnings/Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to Harry Potter or any of its copyrighted characters, I make no money from this, and my sole intent is to provide entertainment.
Rachel has this saying. She uses it with moderate frequency and zero discretion.
She’s bored.
She gets bored at the strangest times.
Like when she mounts a broom, or when Oliver licks something off of his lips. On occasion, when there is some sort of odd sigh or creaking noise she’ll smirk and give him a look mouthing “I’m bored.”
It takes him three months to figure out its true meaning.
And he waits for the perfect moment to make light of it.
While they’re enjoying a butterbeer off the beaten path at the Hog’s Head where Oliver takes his time planning and finally wipes the foam of a warm butterbeer from his lips with two fingers, his tongue darting out to catch his upper lip.
Rachel stirs and sighs across the table from him and mutters, “Gah, I’m bored,” into her drink.
Oliver grins and dares to run his foot across the floor to her calf and gives her a meaningful look, “Oh, I know, darling.”
Her sharp intake of breath is answer enough.