Oliver's POV:
The next morning, I woke up to a brightly lit room. Y/n was asleep sprawled on top of the waterfall of pillows. I chuckled cheerfully at the sight.
"What?" Y/n groaned.
"I'm just glad you are my wife. I love you so much and I thank Merlin for letting Elizabeth dragging you into me," I confess.
"Oliver, why me?" Y/n asked.
"Because you aren't like any girl I know. You're kinder than kind and give everyone a chance to be who they are. I love that about you," I say smiling.
Y/n's POV:
"Wow. That's amazing," I say.
"What shall we do on our honeymoon?" Oliver asks.
"Maybe go to Strikernight's Manor in Greyarch?" I suggest.
"Ok. I'd like that," Oliver says smiling.
"Really? I thought you'd might want to go a Quidditch game," I said, surprised.
"Eh, I want to spend it with you," Oliver says. "That is what the definition of a honeymoon is."
"I know but what about the things you want to do?" You ask.
"Anywhere with you is where I'd want to be," Oliver says.
"Thank you, love," I respond.
"We should get packing," Oliver notes.
"Already done, Oliver," Juxtaposition says nodding to the two suitcases to the right of the door.
"Then let's go," Oliver says taking your hand.
Oliver's POV:
Once we got there, there was a construction sight and a demolition warning. The skeleton of an old building loomed in front of us,
"Are you sure it's the right place?" I ask.
"Of course, it is!" Y/n said.
"This way?" I ask as I wheel my suitcase to the entrance of the house.
"Nope, this way," Y/n takes my hand and leads me to the back of the house.
Y/n's POV:
I lead Oliver into the back of the house. "This is Night's Castle. Built in 1609, Henry Night, built this Castle to prevent his wife from being killed. It has been passed down though many generations and now, my grandmother owns this," I explain.
"Wow! This castle is amazing. Why a falling apart house?" Oliver asked as he marveled at the elegant tapestry.
"Now go outside," I command.
Oliver's POV:
"Uh, okay," I respond skeptically. I walk outside to see a brilliantly built stone castle and a perfectly manicured lawn. I walk back into the castle and find Y/n in a beautiful 1800s style dress. It was a gold over crimson red. Ruffled and folded onto each other.
"You need to get your clothes on. Here," she says as she catches me gazing at her. She hands me a pile of neatly folded clothing. It was the finest silk and a scarlet dress shirt and gold pants.
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Just Another...Game?
FanfictionY/n L/n didn't mean to try out for the Gryffindor Quiddich team, instead it was her friend that got her into it. While Harry starts his first year, Y/n is in her fifth year. She'd do anything to get special someone to like her. But the problem is, h...
