You are peacefully sleeping. It feels amazing.
You feel something hit your head. You wake up, not knowing what really just happened, when you make eye contact with a white pillow. You throw it across your room and hear it hit something. You look up, and guess who it is.
"QUIDDITCH TIME!" Oliver cheers.
"What the hell! I'm sleeping. No Quidditch today." You say and shoo him off. You turn onto your right side and pull the covers over you.
"Y/N, get uppp. We need to practice." Oliver reminds you.
"Well, good luck with that." You say, your voice muffled because it's buried in a soft, warm pillow.
"Darling, you have to get up. Please." He begs in a gentle tone.
"Ugh, fine. Give me 15 minutes." You pull your head up and jump out of bed. Oliver smiles at you and runs out of your dorm.
