Harry Potter One Shots

Bedhead :: Oliver Wood

It was a snowy and cold winter morning at Hogwarts, it felt chilly inside the castle, like it was snowing inside.

You were sleeping in your boyfriend, Oliver Wood's dorm as you and your dorm-mate got into a nasty argument and you couldn't quite face her yet.

Oliver didn't mind of course, he hated seeing you upset about the argument but he was being selfish and enjoyed all the time he had with you one on one.

He found himself awake before you, which was something rare and looked at the clock, classes started in thirty minutes, and had to wake you up to get you ready. He knew that you would be angry as you loved your sleep, but he knew it had to be done.

He sighed as he sat up on his elbows, admiring your peaceful figure as you slept, holding onto his waist like your life depended on it. You had a smile on your face, giving a sign that you were dreaming of happy things. Your hair wasn't as big of a mess as you would think, some stray hairs were everywhere but Oliver found it adorable, as always.

He ran his fingers through your hair, separating messy strands with his fingers as you stirred, sighing before opening your eyes gently, Oliver had you on his chest as he smiled down, pecking your forehead.

"Morning beautiful." His morning voice was huskier than normal, and something you loved hearing. You carefully sat up, before stretching your arms and legs, before settling back down next to Oliver, wrapping yourself around him.

"We have to get up for class love." You groaned, burying yourself farther into his sleep shirt.

"Why can't we just stay here?" He chuckled as he moved more of your hair out of your face.

"We're prefects, we kind of have to be role models for the other students." Oliver got out of bed before getting dressed.

"You were warm!" You groaned, sighing before getting out of bed as well.

You had a drawer of clothes in Oliver's dorm as you were there quite often, and for situations like this it came in handy.

You turned your back to Oliver as you pulled on your uniform, complete with the prefect badge, before turning back to Oliver who was smiling brightly.

"My beautiful prefect. You're even beautiful with bed head." He chuckled, causing you to look down and blush, before he grabbed your hand and dragged you out of the dorms, as you were almost late to class.