Title: Did You Win?
Pairing: Oliver Wood/Lavender Brown
Prompt: Quidditch and "It is not enough to conquer, one must learn to seduce." by Voltaire
Word Count: 435
Beta: Not Betaed
Warnings: Slight nudity?
Summary: He wanted her to know he was home and run into his arms to celebrate the happiness that overwhelmed him.
A/N: Originally written for hp_humpdrabbles. It's been a long time since I wrote these two and it was a lot of fun. Lavender cracks me up.
Did You Win?
He closed the door loudly despite it being pretty late already. He wanted her to know he was home and run into his arms to celebrate the happiness that overwhelmed him.
"Oliver?" He heard her voice coming from the bedroom.
"So? Did you win?" She continued screaming across the flat. God, the neighbours must be thrilled to have them in the same building right now...
With a huge grin on his face, he walked to the bedroom only to find it empty. "Where are you, Lav?"
"Bathroom. Tell me already! Did you win?"
Oliver chuckled as he sat on the bed to take his muddy boots off. His girlfriend had this wild supertition that whenever she went to see him play, his team lost. Of course, being the perfectionist he was when it came to Quidditch, he couldn't ignore that five lost games in a row agreed with her; even if he died to hug her right after the match ended.
"Yes, we won." A loud squeal came from the bathroom, making him laugh as he proceeded to take off his trousers. "Well, aren't you going to come out and congratulate the Keeper of the semi-finalist team of the Quidditch National Tournament?" he teased tossing his sweaty shirt on the floor and lying with his back against the headboard of the bed.
He heard Lavender gasp. "Is Timothy Ryan here?"
Oliver had a hard time recovering his breath when he looked at her, wearing nothing but his old Gryffindor Quidditch jersey and a wide, bright smile.
"Or perhaps Connor Hayes?"
"Ha ha. My bird is sofunny." He rolled his eyes, instantly regretting tearing his sight away from her long legs even for a fraction of a second.
Her grin disappeared faster than a Snitch, but her pace as she walked towards him spoke nothing but sexy.
"You know I don't like that word. Especially if you use it when referring to me," Lavender said as she climbed on the bed and straddled his hips, letting him have a full view of herself. Knickers are such a stupid invention... To his luck, Lavender was not a big fan of them either.
"And you know I don't like you confusing me with your other boyfriends." His hands slid over her thighs and his fingertips pressed the skin of her curvy hips.
"They can't hold a candle to you, Mr. Wood." She winked, rolling her hips against his growing erection, and leaned forward to kiss him softly. "Congratulations, love," Lavender whispered against his lips.
A/N: Reviews are VERY much appreciated. Here or in any fic out there. Remember that ;)