Harry Potter imagines//preferences

Oliver Wood - I hate you

You were reading your all time favourite book. Again. You read it so many times, you could almost recite all the character's lines. So there you were muttering to yourself like an idiot and feeling happy and in love with the characters and the story. Until your boyfriend Oliver came back from quidditch practice. It had been snowing all day and his hair dripped of melting snow. "Back already?" You tried to sound genuine surprised. Oliver rolled his eyes. "Is this the moment where you tell me I was right?" You asked and you smiled innocently. You had been telling him it would be too cold to practice, but, of course, he wouldn't listen. "You were right." He mumbled. "I'm sorry, didn't catch that." Oliver walked closer to you. "I was saying." He said and with a devious smile he wrapped his arms around you. "Oliver!" You squealed. He shook his head and you felt the cold drops on your face. "I hate you." You said laughing. "No you don't." He grinned. "True. But I was right, right?" "Whatever." He mumbled, looking at your lips. "You're not aloud to kiss me now. You're too cold." "But..." "No!" "I hate you." He pouted. "No you don't." You said simply and you kissed his cheek.