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oliver wood- fluff

You had just had the longest day ever. Classes dragged on, you didn't get much sleep, and you had a ton of homework to do. All you really wanted to do was relax and cuddle with Oliver for a bit, but he was at Quidditch practice. Sure, he'd be back in an hour or two, but you had really missed him. You guys didn't have many classes together that day, and lately, he was stuck writing Quidditch plays or studying for the NEWTS.

You walked slowly to your dorm room, just wanting to curl into your bed and sleep. It wasn't even dinner yet, and you were finished with today. You passed a few of your friends, but didn't have the energy to stop and converse with them.
  Exhausted and eager to get back, you trudged to the door, planning to wait for Oliver to come and join you later.
 
Opening the door to your dorm, you stopped in your tracks. You looked in front of you and saw Oliver standing there, a small flower bouquet in his hands and a slight smile on his face. His eyes lit up as you walked in.
  "For you", he handed you the flowers and kissed your forehead. "Hope you don't mind me breaking in like this".

You felt the stress of the day wash away in an instant as you saw him standing there. Accepting the flowers, you couldn't wipe the smile off of your face as you hugged him. He smelled of pine and juniper, causing you to grin more. "You are the absolute sweetest. I love them".
  "I love you".
You pulled away, before noticing he wasn't in his Quidditch robes, but rather jeans and a smart turtleneck. "Aren't you meant to be at training?", you asked.

Oliver feigned offence. "I'm not allowed to be the world's best boyfriend?", he grinned. He kissed your head again. "In seriousness, I skipped practice".
  "You skipped-"
"Shh. Anyways, I came to formally ask to be your date to, um, the Yule Ball?"

Your heart melted at how cute it was. He genuinely looked nervous. "Ol, you're my boyfriend. I thought it was a given", you said, admiring the sweet look on his face.
  Oliver had his hands together in front of him, giving him something to look at besides you. "You have to say yes to make it official", he told you.
Smiling widely, you said, "yes".

Oliver's face lit up as he looked at you. He hugged you and kissed you properly. "How did I manage to get the most stunning person in Hogwarts?"
"You're a dork", you said, as he pulled you in for another hug. "You were actually worried".

He took the flowers from you and went to your bedside table, where a vase with previous flowers he had given you were beginning to wilt. Oliver had made you a promise- never would he allow the flowers beside your bed to die. He would always replace them before then. And so far, he had stayed true to his word.
  Oliver took out the old flowers and replaced them, before laying them on the table. He turned back to you. "I'll take those ones away later. Anyways, I knew you'd say yes, but I should still ask. I'll ask every time there's a ball or a dance or whatever".
"And I'll always say yes", you replied, making your way for the bed.

Oliver joined you and pulled you into his arms, putting his chin on your shoulder. He kissed your shoulder and neck before leaning back with you. "You're gonna spend hours shopping for what to wear, aren't you?", he said.
  "Duh". Oliver closed his eyes and smiled at your response, resting his cheek on your shoulder, and your head tilted sideways to rest on his head. Then, you had a thought. "Oh, my Godrick. You should totally wear a kilt to the ball".

A laugh escaped Oliver's mouth. "You're not serious".
  "I am. Please, please?"
"I haven't worn a kilt since I was eleven. Why in Merlin's name would you want me to wear one?"
  "It'll be kinda hot". You'd seen Oliver put on a kilt before, but never worn one in public. Mostly because there was nothing to wear it to.

Oliver sighed. "I'll think about it. For you".
  Oliver wasn't one to care about the public's opinion. When you wanted to paint his nails, his only request was that they were Gryffindor colours. He would freely cry if Gryffindor won a Quidditch game, and could be quite blunt when he wanted to:

"You guys wanna study with me in the library after school?", Hermione asked.
Oliver raised a brow. "No? No. That doesn't sound enjoyable at all".
You hit his shoulder. "That's rude".
"It's also true. Isn't the truth good? The truth is that I'd rather be doing Quidditch. Or literally anything else".

After that, you had to teach him to care about other people's feelings and opinions just a little bit.

"Just think about it", you said.
  "Aye, I will. I probably will wear one, considering you asked me to. I'll be a perfect gentleman all night, I promise", his lips found your neck again.

You traced patterns softly over his hand with your nails. "Oh, yeah? Like how?"
He shrugged. "The things I usually do. Open doors, offer you make jacket, being chivalrous. You know, that whole shebang".
  "Wow, I'm flattered".

He chuckled and kissed your cheek. "I'll be the luckiest man at the dance. I'll hold your hand all night, let everyone know you're mine", he promised. You smiled and kissed his lips. "I love you", you said.
  "I love you more".

(I just see him as being quite casual in a relationship, but was raised to be a gentleman)