Harry Potter One-shots

Oliver Wood- Trophy Wife

Oliver Wood

Prompts: "you know im funny" "whatever you say"

TW: none

Word Count:700 words

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You were anxiously waiting for Oliver to come out on the field. You love Oliver with everything in you, but that doesn't mean you don't get a pit in your stomach every time he goes onto the field out of fear of him getting injured. Especially now that he plays professional, every hit you feel.

You saw him fly out, flying by where you were standing and winked at you. You were thankful that you got to stand with the other quidditch players spouses. Having an up close viewing, although all of the spouses know it's because if there's an injury you can get to your spouse faster. You try not to think about that though.

You waved in return to his wink and blew him a kiss. You watched as he got to his position and the game began. You have gotten so close with a lot of the other spouses. You two would talk about everything and anything. It was so nice to have people that understood what it was like to watch your loved one put themselves in a dangerous position and enjoy it.

You watched as the game continued, biting the tip of your thumb slightly out of nerves. Letting out a deep breath when the game finally ended. He flew over to you and leaned in to kiss you, you pressed your hand against his chest and pushed away, " yeah, no. go shower and then i'll kiss you" he chuckled at your response.

"Whatever you say, trophy wife," earning him an eye roll and a smack. You laughed as he flew over to the locker room. You said goodbye to your friends and gave them a hug, telling them you are excited to see them next game.

You headed over to the locker room area, using the key card you are given every game to get into the player area. You walked into the player lounge and waited for Oliver to come out.

He came out and smiled when he saw you. Opening his arms waiting for you to melt into them, which you gladly did. Smiling as he kissed the top of your head.

"How did you like the game? " he asked, not letting go of you.

" You did great, sweetheart. Although I'll never get used to your job literally being quaffles thrown at you and dodging Bludgers. I feel like I hold my breath the whole game" you say, honestly. You felt Oliver sigh, he loves quidditch not as much as he loved you though, so it was hard when to know what he loves makes the person he loves nervous.

" You know i'm always safe love" he replied kissing the top of your head and grabbing your hand so you two could go to dinner.

You decided to stop at your favorite diner and found a spot. You sat across from him, smiling at how much you love this man.

"What are you thinking?" he said, pulling you out of your thoughts.

"Just that I love you so much"

"Awe, loser" he replied, you threw your straw wrapper at him.

"You love me too, so that means you're a loser" crossing your arms smirking.

" Whatever you say" he replied, "ill sadly be a loser if that means I can be your loser"

" You, Oliver wood, are so cheesy" laughing.

"You, My Trophy Wife, love it" you rolled your eyes at the nickname, but you loved it. Oliver started calling you that before you were married but now that you were it's the only thing he likes to call you.

"You know,i'm funny," he said in response to your eye roll.

The waitress had come over and set down your food, both of you thanking her and then digging in.

You were enjoying your food when Oliver interrupted you.

"Say, I'm funny" you look up at him jokingly pouting.

"No," you reply, taking another bite of food, smirking at him.

"I'll get you to say it by the end of the night" he replied.

"Is that a promise?" Raising an eyebrow.

He was taking a bite and looked up at you, " you know it"