Selfish Bloke (An Oliver Wood Love Story)

Just Wait

Surprisingly enough, I woke up at the correct time on the day of the Quidditch match against Ravenclaw and was actually refreshed and awake when I did so. I sat up in my bed and jumped down to the ground, which always annoyed Katie because the slamming of my feet on the ground always woke her. I opened up each of my drawers in the dresser, pulling out a pair of athletic leggings and my Puddlemere half-zip, slipping them on quickly, as well as some socks and my running shoes. I walked over to the bathroom, brushed my teeth, put on some makeup, and brushed my hair, leaving it in it's natural waves. I walked back out to the dorm, gently shaking Katie away and doing the same to Amelia. When they were both up, I walked out of the dorm and down to the common room, literally bumping into George once I reached the bottom of the step.

"Are you sneaking into some girl's dorm again?" I teased, walking past him and over to Fred.

"He's waiting for Angelina," Fred explained, both of us looking over at George at the bottom of the stairs. 

"Any chance of reconciliation?" I asked.

"I believe so," George answered optimistically, which, I have to admit, brought a smile to my face. 

"Is Katie up?" Fred asked, turning to me. 

"Yeah, she's probably getting Amelia out of bed and getting herself ready," I answered, turning to look at him as well. 

"Morning," Oliver called out, interrupting Fred and I's conversation, as he walked down the stairs and into the common room. He walked straight over to where Fred and I were standing,  walking up behind me and wrapping his arms around me right under my chest. I smiled and brought my hands up to hold his arms.

"Want to go down to breakfast? These blokes are waiting for Katie and Angelina," I explained, turning my head so that I could see Oliver.

"Sounds good to me," he answered, wrapping his arm around my shoulder instead and walking out of the common room with me. I wrapped my arm around his waist, holding to him tightly and looking ahead of me. I heard him humming a tune, so I listened intently, desperately wanting to figure out what it was. I moved my head closer to his chest subtly, so that I could be closer to his mouth to see what he was humming, and then, it hit me. 

"You're humming the song I showed you, 'Your Song', the one at the cottage," I said, smiling so big that it practically hurt, and looking over at him. He smiled as well, blushing a bit. 

"Yeah, I like it. It's a good song, it reminds me of you," he answered, kissing my temple.

"Why does it remind you of me?" I asked, pretending to be confused. (the song is "Your Song" by Elton John, I strongly recommend giving it a listen, especially the Ellie Goulding version of it, or look up the lyrics to understand this part better, idk.)

"Because it's true. All of it. Yours are the sweetest eyes I've ever seen (that was a lyric), and you'll never know how wonderful life is now you're in the world (also a lyric)," he said, stopping where we were and grabbing both of my hands, looking me dead in the eye. I felt small little happy tears spring up in my eyes, so I took one of my hands and wiped it away quickly before throwing myself into his arms and holding onto him tightly. 

"I love you, I love you more than you'll ever know," I whispered into his shoulder, grabbing fistfuls of his jumper and holding him tightly to me. He held onto me just as tightly, his chin resting on top of my head. "You're perfect, you're so sweet, and loving, and passionate, handsome, smart, everything."

"I love you, Margaret Elizabeth Smallwood," he whispered back, kissing my temple a few times.

"I love you, Oliver James Wood," I answered, backing my head up and pressing my lips onto his. We kissed for a few moments before deepening it, ignoring everyone else that was on the staircase, as if we were the only people in the world. I felt butterflies erupting in my stomach, my knees felt as if they'd buckle, sure, Oliver and I had kissed tons of times before, but this kiss was different. It was full of so much love and compassion for one another, it was just amazingly perfect in the most indescribable way. When we pulled apart, I rested my forehead against his, completely and utterly wonderstruck. We were both catching our breath, looking up at each other and smiling.