Rivals (Oliver Wood & OC)

*Chapter 57*

Ingrid's POV

As soon as I arrived back at the common room, Katie came over. Katie and Penelope began to pick out an outfit for me. They decided to dress me in red. You know for Gryffindor, we wanted Oliver to have all the luck he could.

They also applied gold eyeshadow and red lips. I looked alright but I had no Ravenclaw. I looked like a Gryffindor girl, keeping that in mind they hung my Ravenclaw necklace on my neck. I looked at my completed outfit, I looked more like me.

I then set off the room of requirement, dodging the teachers and silencing the frames. They already seemed to know that I was going on a date, and wished me good luck.

I finally reached the door and required to see Oliver. The doors emerged and revealed a large room lined with books. Oliver was sat in the middle, he looked pretty nervous. I knew he was doubting himself and his ability to cast the charm.

I smiled and walked over to him.

"Hey," I smiled "Are you good?"

"Yeah," he said reassuringly "I just want to get this right!"

"It's fine," I say "Your memory probably wasn't strong enough!"

"Okay," he nodded "Can we start."

I nod "Now, think of a positive memory, a strong one!"

He nodded and started to concentrate, he then said "Expecto Patronum!"

A small crackle erupted from his wand, nothing came out. It wasn't powerful enough. Oliver grunted in annoyance and went silent.

"Hey," I said, "What memory was it?"

He sighed "The first time I rode a broom!" He seemed to think it was pretty strong.

"It isn't the strongest memory that you have." I say "Try again. It's just the process of finding the right memory."

He nodded and concentrated again, his nose scrunching up.

"Expecto Patronum!" He yelled. A small silvery most protruded out of his wand.

He grunted angrily, he threw his wand in frustration but I caught it in my hand. I pulled him into a hug.

"I know that this is frustrating but it's not the most powerful memory that you have." I explained, "We will stay here all night if we have to."

He smiled. "Okay,"

"What memory was it?" I ask.

"When I was made Quidditch Captain." He said.

"Try and find a memory that no one will have, except you!" I say. I know it sounds very weird but no one the memory I chose. Every memory Oliver chose, other people could have.

He nodded and tried again, he closed his eyes and smiled at the memory. He spoke softly "Expecto Patronum!"

A majestic lion shot out of his wand and ran around the room. It glittered and Oliver hadn't noticed that he cast it, his eyes still closed.

"Open your eyes," I instructed.

He opened his eyes and stared at the lion in shock. He smiled and seemed to be happy, he watched as the lion dances around his head. It was quite graceful.

I too, cast the charm and my butterfly flew out. The two animals danced together, the lion trying to catch the butterfly between his paws.

"What did you think of?" I asked.

He blushed "The first time I met you!"

I giggled, then smiled sheepishly.

"I cast my Patronus, when thinking out you," I admitted.

He smiled and we both laughed.

He kissed me and I kissed him back. We kissed all the time, but this kiss was different. It seemed quite playful and light-hearted.

The kiss paused and Oliver pinned me to the floor, he looked at him and smiled.

"I know exactly what you thought of," he smirked.

"What?" I ask.

"Kissing me!" He said proudly.

I blushed "Maybe I did. But it's better than thinking about me punching you in the face!"

I giggled. He smiled. It seemed to be a never-ending cycle. He looked at me, still pinning me on the floor. When he least expected it, I flipped over. Now, I was pinning him to the floor.

Our lips connected again for a few seconds.

"I love you." Oliver states. I smile at Oliver.

"I love you too, even if you are weak." I tease.

That was a perfect night.