You'd known before you'd gotten with Oliver that he had what some would call a possessive streak; never to the point that he would be controlling but he never took it well when someone else would come onto whoever he was going out with.

The two of you had been friends for a while, and there was just something about him that made you fall – the accent helped too.

As always, you were watching Oliver's quidditch practice. It was rare that you missed one and you knew that Oliver liked it when you were there.

What you hadn't noticed though was that a fellow Gryffindor prefect had sat down close to you in the stands, clearly intent on trying to talk to you but you were too engrossed in your homework.

Oliver had noticed the other guy sitting next to you, so had the twins who both smirked at Oliver before flying over

"Oi Y/N!" Fred yelled out as they both hovered in front of you.

You looked up and smiled at them both, but then startled as you saw the guy sitting next to you.

"Shouldn't you be staring at our captain rather than the parchment Snape set?" George quizzed with a smirk on his face.

Laughing, you rolled your eyes. "Oliver knows just when my eyes are on him, it's when he shows off," you joked.

It was then that you noticed the look on your boyfriend's face and the rather possessive fire in his eyes, not directed at you though – directed straight at the Gryffindor sitting next to you.

You caught Oliver's eye and he raised an eyebrow, motioning his head to the guy next to you before shooting you a wink and whistling the twins back over.

After a few moments Oliver was back into practice and you were back into your homework, but you were still aware of the presence not too far from you.

As the practice started to finish up the guy next to you finally spoke up.

"So, how come you're out here doing homework and not in the common room doing it?" he questioned, smiling at you as you began to pack your things away.

Shrugging, you slung your bag over your shoulder. "Oh, you know, the view isn't so bad."

You left it at that and made your way down from the stands to the changing rooms to wait for Oliver, like you usually did.

On your way there, a hand grabbed your arm and pulled you behind the Gryffindor stand.

Disorientated for a moment, you soon adjusted and saw Oliver smirking down at you. "The view isn't bad is it?"

You rolled your eyes as you sighed. "You know it isn't, now care to explain why you've accosted me here when we could be warm back at the common room?"

"You're mine, you know that right?"

Scoffing, you moved your hands to rest at his waist. "And when have I ever questioned that, Mr Possessive?"

He chuckled but leant down to kiss you. "Better to be possessive than passive love."

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Written by Hannah.