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And the next afternoon I'm sitting well in my hospitalbed and Oliver comes with long strides into the hospital wing. "Very good, recruit, you did what I told you to do!" he calls imperiously, then laughs before kissing me. This laugh makes me so incredibly happy that I could jump in the air. Accordingly, I jump up stormy and Oliver wants to look at me worried, but I simply overpower him by putting my arms around his shoulders and jumping at him. With his good reflexes, he grabs my thighs right away since I have my legs wrapped around his waist. I kiss him fiercely. "As of today, I'm mobile again!" I exclaim, relieved. "Yes, starting today there will be a lot of trouble in the castle again..." he murmurs theatrically and I laugh. "Admit it, you missed it!" Then he nods smiling and kisses me again. He grabs my hand and locks his fingers with mine as we exit the infirmary. "How's your shoulder? How are you feeling?" he asks on the way out. "Good!" I say immediately and mean it. Well, the shoulder still tugs sometimes, but Madam Pomfrey must have worked wonders again. "Aren't you lying to me either?" he asks thoughtfully. "How could I!" I exclaim, grinning. "I'm really fine. So much sleep was really good for me. And you." I see his satisfied grin. "Oh, that's what you wanted to hear, yes?""I like to hear it anyway." Oliver laughs and squeezes my hand. "Look..." I suddenly hear Draco in his sneering way. "Now that you've been good for something, he's finally laying you, y/l/n. Aren't you too bad for that? Ah, I forgot. You Gryffindors have no shame." I glare at him angrily. "If you little rat don't shut your arrogant face straight away, I'll make sure you don't get a single word out for the next five hours." "Big words for a little Quidditch b*tch," he sneers, and his monkeys laugh at it. "Calm down," Oliver murmurs softly, squeezing my hand. "He just wants to provoke you." "Oh, Malfoy?" I whistle now, smiling. "How was the final against Gryffindor, were you successful? Ah, I forgot. You Slytherins suck at Quidditch." All the arrogance falls from the little rat's pointed face with one smack and I have to laugh out loud, then Oliver pulls me on. "I knew you were cheeky, but that you could be such a b*tch..." he mumbles now, grinning and kisses my cheek. "If he doesn't give me any other choice, I can use the same means." I growl. "What's that mean snake doing? I would like to wring his neck!" Oliver stops and pulls me to him, lowering his lips very gently to mine. His hug calms me down, my anger slowly dissipating. Should Malfoy but say what he wants.I don't care about him and nobody cares about his opinion except his bought idiots. I place my hands on Oliver's hips and smile into the kiss, which grows more passionate. That's when I remember my to-do list and I'm already working flat out on a plan, but for now I'm enjoying this kiss and the feeling that spreads inside me when Oliver pulls me even tighter with a jerk and those arms around me like I could fly away from him. "Well, who's celebrating here without us?" I hear the twins call out, the whole team in tow. "Actually, we wanted to come pick you up too, but your Fart Bear was faster than us again." "Poopsbär," I mumble, giggling. "I like that, what do you think of that, fart bear?" I look up at Oliver coquettishly and he grimaces. "Please don't, it robs me of my manhood," he moans, and we all burst out laughing. "Well, I think farts bear is cute!" says Fred and George nods eagerly. "Sugar sweet." "Then it should be like that." I announce officially and laughingly kiss Oliver, who isn't that enthusiastic about it, but he goes along with it. "I'm only letting you get away with it because you're hurting me he growls in my ear and I grin. "Yes, and because you love me." I laugh and he rolls his eyes and looks at me lovingly. "All this turtle stuff makes you sick," George moans. "It took you three years, let them." Harry now chimes in, laughing."Oh, thanks!" I exclaim, grinning. "At least someone who understands me!" "Potter doesn't count," Angelina says, laughing. "Hey!" he complains loudly and I already have cramps in my cheeks from all the grinning. This is where I belong. A bunch of cheeky messes, just the way I like it. "You're great!", I sigh with all my heart and suddenly they are all quiet and look at me in shock. "She's had a stroke since she started dating Wood," Fred mumbles loudly to his brother. "Completely off the roll," he agrees. "Maybe it's the bludgers, too." Fred speculates now. "Or Madam Pomfrey accidentally poisoned her?" George goes on and I have to laugh. "Now I'll be sentimental and tell you that I like you, then you don't like it either!" "Yeah, so do we, blah blah," Angelina says, smiling, nodding towards the common room. "So let's celebrate now, shall we? I can't stand this rant any longer." "Then we'll have to celebrate without a captain and the best huntress." Fred laughs and catches a shocked look from everyone else, and protests break out immediately. "That was a joke!" he squeaks now and peacefully raises his hands. "It's better that way, too," says Oliver, playing authoritarian, and we all just grin and head into the common room - which is full of people. "Welcome back!" they yell at me with all their might against, Hermione and Ron at the forefront."What's that?" I ask confused and look at all the balloons, garlands, banners and flashing lights. "Surprise," whispers Oliver. "For what?" I'm still pretty miffed. "You brought us the trophy!" Ron shouts happily and everyone cheers along with him. "Even though you were injured - that was very careless by the way, y/n, a lot could have happened - you fought to the end and won for us!" interjects Hermione and of course can't resist admonishing me again . Even though I'm older. bitter for me Every single Gryffindor seems to have gathered to celebrate our victory and I'm touched. "Thank you," I call out, completely exhausted. "Thank Pupsbär." Fred and George laugh at the same time. "Was his idea." "Of course it was!" I moan with a smile and throw my arms around his neck. "You are incredibly cute. Thanks!" "I figured that after three days of enforced rest you might want some action," he replies, kissing the tip of my nose. "I can think of completely different things." I murmur to myself, give him a promising look, which he returns in astonishment and then turn around to the others. "Well then. Celebrate!" You could say all hell breaks loose in the common room at that moment because everyone is cheering and hooting and rejoicing and, oddly enough, we have tons of alcohol. Questionable thing, but I'm sure about it know who is behind it, so I'd rather not say anything because it would be pointless.I'm sitting on Oliver's lap, surrounded by Hermione, Ron, Fred and George, Seamus, Finnigan, tons of people just partying with us. At the end of the day, I only have eyes for Oliver. My whole body tingles and longs for him, for his touch. I can't get close enough to him. It's well past midnight, but the people are partying, they don't care that tomorrow is Friday and is still a class day. They probably just go to the fans right after the party. I finally get up, take Oliver's hand and pull him behind me. Fred and George wiggle their eyebrows and I'm not even interested in giving them the middle finger or making any comment anymore. I want Oliver and whatever else happens can be stolen from me. Oliver's friends are going to be partying until tomorrow morning anyway, so I pull him into his dorm room and charm the lock, then pull him close and kiss him. Gently at first, but I can tell he wouldn't mind if it got more passionate, so I sling it my arms around him, slipping my hands under the hem of his shirt and kissing him a little more loosely. Although in principle it can't go fast enough for me - after three damn years - maybe understandable - we take all the time in the world. It's a small flame that slowly, very slowly, grows into a bigger one, into a fire.Oliver puts one hand on my jaw and deepens the kiss, the other gently stroking my waist. My nerves are hypersensitive, goosebumps are covering my body and I want more of it. He slowly pushes me to his bed and pushes me down, lying on top of me. He blows little kisses on my neck and my décolleté and I sigh blissfully. I wouldn't have even dared to dream of that at the time, I wouldn't have asked for that much a few months ago. Destiny is definitely kind to me. Finally he carefully pulls my top over my head and I get nervous for a moment. What if he doesn't really like me and he only notices it in the next few minutes? But he smiles at me. "You are beautiful, Y/l/n." A relieved smile spreads on my lips and I kiss him lovingly, push his shirt over his head and enjoy the feeling of his warm skin on mine. I run my fingertips over every inch of his skin, memorizing that wonderful feeling. Soon my bra finds its way in front of the bed, my skirt, his pants, everything magically disappears and when it finally does, I'm not excited. In any case, hardly and differently than I always imagined. This is my first time and I always thought my ass would hit the ground running but the only excitement I feel is an incredible joy, an excitement, it's lust and it's love, it's a little bit of everything and that's exactly how it should be.The night we spend together is incredibly beautiful and I realize that it was worth crawling off this dry spell for three years. For this. It's all worth it. I end up snuggled up to Oliver in his bed with him, the common room still blaring out loud music and lots of laughter, but I don't care about any of them. Oliver pulls the covers over us and hugs me tightly, kisses my forehead and says nothing, smiling. "What is it?" I ask him softly, pressing my cheek against his chest. He draws small circles with his index finger on my back and thus sends a pleasant shiver over my body. "This is the best thing that could have happened to me." "Except for Quidditch," I chuckle, feeling his chest heave a little too. "No, not except for Quidditch," he then whispers, kissing the top of my head. "Even Quidditch eclipses you." "Who are you and what did you do with Oliver Wood?" I ask mock shocked and he laughs. "No really? Quidditch has always been everything to you, everything that matters. That's why the entire female student body never dared to ask you on a date. Everyone always assumed that having a girlfriend was at least your second priority." "Anyone, yes," he says, smiling. "But not that one girl with the incredibly big mouth, that cheeky, cheeky brat who just made me want to see her join the team.That weird, lovely, exhausting Y/n Y/l/n, if that makes any sense to you." I hurriedly blink away the tears. Now that was a bit too sweet for me when my poor little brain is already overwhelmed with bliss. "Must be an unbearable person..." I joke, but he hugs me tightly. "You are the greatest thing for me." He whispers almost inaudibly and kisses me with unbelievable love and tenderness. "Yes, I love you too," I murmur, touched, and hug him even tighter. I close my eyes Actually just to enjoy this feeling of warmth and security. However, I feel so good that I soon fall asleep.
