Selfish Bloke (An Oliver Wood Love Story)

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The day that we were shopping for my wedding dress was definitely an early one; Molly and Mrs. Wood, who was staying in one of the upstairs bedrooms with her husband until the wedding to help out and plan, wanted us to all leave from the burrow at around eight in the morning. I got up and out of bed at roughly 6:30, and it was a hard thing to do to say the least. 

Oliver's arm was draped around my waist, and I didn't want to wake him, so it took lots of patience and care to slip out from under him. I walked over to the closet and pulled out a simple outfit, just a half zip and a pair of Nike shorts, since it was a bit warm outside and I would be changing into different dresses throughout the day. I also wanted to be comfortable, since I would be sitting and watching the girls try on their bridesmaids dresses and Mrs. Wood and Molly get their 'mothers of the bride/groom' dresses. I finished off the outfit with a pair of running shoes and swiped on a bit of makeup, only some eyeliner, mascara, and some chapstick. I only ran a brush through my hair, since it was pretty wavy and I liked the way that it fell at about my chest. 

By the time I was finished getting ready, it was only about 7:20, and I figured that I still had some time to kill. I knew that when he woke up, Oliver might have forgotten that we were going dress shopping, so I decided to leave him a little note. I grabbed a pen and piece of paper from his nightstand drawer and scribbled a quick little note in my small, neat scrawl. 

You are my...

first kiss

first serious boyfriend (although I can't forget that a part of my heart still belongs to Nigel, the boy I loved when I was 6 ;) )

first "I love you"

first 'hanky panky'

and I love you more than words can say, Oliver James Wood. I can't believe that I have such a wonderful man (and hot piece of ass, I might add!) to stick by my side and walk through life with me. 

58 more days, my love, until I have the honor of becoming your wife. 

Lastly, I know what's on your mind at the moment, and yes, we do have the ingredients to make pancakes in the kitchen. I'll be back around dinner, I love you more than quidditch (sometimes).

Love, 

Maggie (Small)Wood

When I was finished with the note, I slid the piece of paper underneath Oliver's hand so that he'd be sure to find it when he woke up. I pressed a quick kiss to his cheek, causing him to stir slightly for a second and turn over to face me. 

"Oh, I'm sorry love. Didn't mean to wake you,"I whispered, smoothing back his short hair.

"Mmm," he mumbled, shifting a little to better look at me. "Where ya going?"

Right as the words left his lips, there was a knock on our door. 

"Come in," I chirped as Oliver wrapped his arms around my waist, although I was still standing up besides the bed, and rested his head against my thigh. Mrs. Wood opened the door slowly, poked her head in the room, and smiled at the two of us. 

"Good morning," she whispered, pointing over to Oliver. "Is he asleep?"

"Slightly," I chuckled as Oliver sat up.