Harry Potter Oneshots

Oliver Wood - Almost Perfect

Summary : for the first part of the night, the date was almost perfect. (MODERN AU)
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Prompts :  "You could have died!", "I want to marry you.", "You look like a dream."

TW : injury, violence

Word Count : 2156
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Oliver smiled at you.

A dream.
An angel.
A gift given to him by the Gods themselves.

In the light, you sat, smiling at him.
When you did so, his whole world seemed to melt away, the slow music in the background, the voices, the other couples sitting at their tables, it all just… disappeared.

It was only you, your eyes and your smile.

Everything he wanted and everything he could wish for.
And you were his.
All his.

You looked up from where you sat, giving him a smile.
‘Something on your mind?’ you asked.

He shook his head.
‘Just thinking about how lucky I am to have you.’

Oliver told you that a lot, and yet it never ceased to make you blush.
‘Right back at you, handsome,’ you muttered.

Oliver chuckled. ‘You’re too easy, my love.’
You shrugged, avoiding eye contact, feeling a red blush appear across your cheeks.

‘You just say the right things,’ you whispered.
Oliver raised an eyebrow.

‘So… what if I said that you look like a dream? … what if I said … I want to marry you? Would that do something, darling? Would that make you feel a … certain way?’

You hid your face behind a hand, for he could not see the bright red streak that had just appeared on your cheeks.

Oliver could have laughed out loud.
‘Merlin, I love you.’

He reached over and grabbed your hand. You lowered your hand from your face and smiled at him.
‘I love you too, Oliver.’

There it was again. The smile that lit up his world and made his heart beat faster against his ribcage, made a sparkle appear behind his eyes and made a grin spread across his face. He was so smitten by you and you knew it.

You had him wrapped around your ringed finger. He would do anything for you, and you, of course, were the same. From the moment he asked you out, to almost two years later, sitting in the restaurant where you first met, you knew he was the one.

Your fingers played with his, twirling his ring around, feeling the cool silver against your warm skin.
Oliver traced shapes over your hand with his thumb, looking up at you, blissfully peaceful.

You opened your mouth to speak, but a loud crash cut you off. You jumped, turning your head to the noise. A waiter had dropped a tray of plates in shock, as a man walked in with a dark mask covering his face, a gun in his hands.

Your eyes widened and you looked over at Oliver, who grabbed your hand and gripped it tighter.

The man moved closer, still holding the gun between gloved hands. By now, the customers had hidden underneath table, shaking in fear, trying not to let the tears of terror slip from thier eyes.

You were surprised at the fact that you weren’t shaking. Maybe it was because all the feelings seemed to have drained from you. Your hearing was fuzzy, your vision blurred, your heart racing against your chest, your hands barely comprehending Oliver’s touch.

Oliver was also scared. It had just hit him what was happening, and so naturally, his first instinct was to protect you, to make sure nothing would happen to you.