Oliver wood imagine's

Yule ball?

One of the most exciting times of the year is finally upon us: the Yule Ball! I can hardly contain my anticipation as I've dreamed about attending this magical event for years. My mind races with questions: Who will ask me to dance? Will anyone even have the courage to ask me? What outfit will I wear? The mere thought sends shivers down my spine; it's all so nerve-racking. With a whirlwind of emotions swirling inside me, I try to maintain an air of calm on the outside, but inside, I'm a bundle of nerves. 

It honestly makes my heart sink as I watch all the beautiful girls around me receiving invitations to the ball. Here I am, still without a date, while most of my friends are already paired off. A few of them are in the same boat as me, but it feels like it's only a matter of time before they find partners too.

As I settled into the cozy Gryffindor common room, the warmth of the crackling fire enveloped me. I was lost in the pages of a captivating book when my good friend Oliver Wood approached. He plopped down next to me.

"Hey, y/n/n, what book are you buried in today?" Oliver asks, flashing a smile that could warm the coldest of hearts.  

"Oh, hey Oliver! I'm reading the History of Hogwarts. It's basically my version of a thrilling novel," I joke, grinning back at him.  

"Wow, it only took you four years to crack open a book about this place? What are you waiting for, a pop quiz?" he quips, raising an eyebrow with a chuckle.

"Shut up," you say with a chuckle. He bursts into laughter with you.

"For your information, I've already read it; I just thought I'd take a second lap around the text," you declare, grinning.

"Oh, excuse me then, Your Highness of Literature," he replies, raising his hands in mock surrender like he's just been defeated in a debate.

"You're excused," you retort, shaking your head and laughing again. 

"So, has a lucky guy asked you to the Yule Ball yet?" Oliver inquires casually, a hint of curiosity lighting up his expressive eyes. I can't help but wonder if this is a subtle hint; could he be considering asking me?

"No, not yet," I respond, a gentle smile forming on my lips. "But all my friends already have dates, so I hope you weren't planning on asking any of them." I close my book softly, feeling the warmth of the conversation envelop me.

Oliver raises an eyebrow, a playful yet sincere grin spreading across his face. "You, of all people, are the most likely to be asked to the ball. You're the prettiest girl in your friend group." His honesty catches me off guard, and I glance down shyly. He continues, "Actually, I wasn't planning on asking any of them." 

As he speaks, he locks his gaze onto yours, not with an intense stare, but with a warmth that makes you feel at ease. His eyes are deep and inviting, radiating a gentle kindness. The way he smiles is soothing and genuine, like a soft light breaking through a cloudy day, filling you with a sense of calm.

"Thank you, Oliver, but you don't need to say that to try and make me feel better," you said. Although you believed what he said was genuine, an overtaking part of me felt like he was just feeling sorry for you. you kind of felt like a dummy.

"I'm not saying that to make you feel better. Well, I mean, I am, but not in that way where I feel sorry for you. I really mean it; you truly are the prettiest one," he says. Awww, but now he's blushing. Oh, no, am I? you thought to yourself.

"Thank you, Oliver. You are too sweet," you say. You are really hoping the redness, heat, and butterflies you feel on the inside aren't showing on the outside?

It was a few moments of silence

"Well, uhm, it's getting kind of late. I guess I should be going to bed now," you say kindly, smiling, standing up, but you see him quickly stand up next to me.

"Uhm Wait!" He says, stopping you.

"What?" you ask politely.

"Um, I was genuinely relieved to hear that you weren't asked to the Yule Ball," he stammers, his eyes flickering with a mix of nervousness and hope. "I've been building up the courage to ask you for a while now."

As his words sink in, I can feel the heat rising to my cheeks, turning my face a deep shade of crimson. I glance at him, and a playful grin spreads across his face as he notices my embarrassment, letting out a soft chuckle that fills me with warmth.

"Uh, wait, really? You mean it?" I manage to stutter, my heart racing. "Um, yes... that would be amazing!" My mind races with excitement, and I can hardly believe what's happening. The thrill of the moment bubbles up inside me, drowning out my initial shyness.

"Awesome I'm so happy I was so worried you were going to say no"  He says relieved.

"Oliver, oh my goodness! I can't believe it — of course, I said yes! There's truly no one else I'd rather go with," I exclaim, my heart swelling with joy.

He pulls me into a warm, tight embrace, and I melt into it, wrapping my arms around him in return. In this moment, the weight of my worries lifts; I feel lighter than air.

"Okay, well, um, goodnight then," I say, a blissful smile lingering on my face as I turn and stroll toward my room, the soft glow of the hallway lights illuminating my way.

"Goodnight," he responds, his gaze following me as I ascend the staircase, feeling his warmth still enveloping me even from a distance.