"Quidditch is boring." You admit when you answer Oliver's question if you wanted to be on the team.
"What the bloody hell did you just say?" Oliver asks, wondering if he heard you right.
"I said it, Wood." You smirk from calling him by his last name.
"No-I refuse to let that sentence flow into my eardrums. Y/N, I thought you loved Quidditch!" He says.
"Well, used to." You correct him and he flails his arms up in disbelief.
"Two days ago you just told me you loved it!" He yells.
"I know, but eh, not anymore." You explain.
"You're so impossible." He chuckles and then kisses your cheek.
"Ok, but for real, will you please, please join the team?" He whines.
"Ugh, fine." You smile.
"Yes! Thank you thank you thank you." He says as he leans into you and kisses you.
