OLIVER'S POV
It's been three days since the announcement about the ball, and two since the victory and our first kiss. I've taken some time to think about it, and I have the absolute perfect way to ask 'Chelle to accompany me to the ball. I head over to the owlery to send her an invitation to the room of requirement. As I walk I'm trying to figure out what to say, because I want this to be perfect. I found a piece of parchment and wrote "hey beautiful, meet me at the room of requirement tonight at 7:30. wear something nice! - your secret admirer " i know the last part sounds cheesy, but i didn't mind much.
A large, brown owl flew over and offered me his leg, as I tied the letter to it. now to go get ready for tonight. Okay Oliver. It's 6:30 and time to go set up. I walked down the stairs and stood in front of the tapestry where the room of requirement was. I paced in front of it three times thinking of what I needed for tonight. The door appeared, and I walked in taking a deep breath. Inside, I found all the things I asked for sitting neatly on a table right in front of me. See, the plan was to give her clues as to who I was, before I even came out to surprise her. Things like inside jokes that we had, a quidditch glove that I gave her, little things like that. I wanted to show her how I felt, I just hope she feels the same. After that thought, I look at the time, and realize that it's five until 7:30! Merlin, I better hide.
MICHELLES POV
I was sitting in the common room , doing some transfiguration homework when a big, brown owl zoomed through the window. I untied the parchment from his leg, and gave him a little treat before he scurried out of the window that he came through. I unfolded the letter and began to read , "Hey Beautiful, meet me at the room of requirement tonight at 7:30. Wear something nice!- your secret admirer"A secret admirer? I wonder who it is! I looked at the time and realize that I had 12 minutes to get ready. Merlin! Good thing my makeup is already done.
I slipped on a red spaghetti strap dress that fell to my knees and let my loosely curled hair down out of its ponytail. I looked presentable enough to go meet a mysterious person. I walked down the stairs and paced in front of the tapestry, thinking of the letter. A door appeared and I walked inside. As soon as I walked in, there was a table to my right filled with little clues. The first one was a note that said "You Idiot!" Which reminded me of Oliver. We have an inside joke in which we call each other idiots all the time. Strange. The next one was a pair of Quidditch gloves that Oliver gave me last year for Christmas. There was a note attached that said "Have you figured out who I am yet?" I laughed. I had an idea, but I wanted to be sure. The final clue was a note that said "Only I can call you Chelle!" I knew straight away who it was after that.
Before I could say a word, strong arms wrapped around my waist and asked me in a thick Scottish accent " Would you please go to the Ball with me, Chelle?" I turned around and smiled. I was looking into the face of my favorite wizard in the world. Oliver Wood. I said "I would love to, Oliver!" He looked at me and grinned. He said " You have no idea how long I've waited to do this since the match." He grabbed my chin and pulled it in closer to him and brought my lips to his. I was shocked at first, then immediately began kissing back. He broke the kiss and smiled. I smiled back and said "I've been dreaming about that for a while now, too." He grinned at me and said " I just thought you would want to have a proper first kiss, away from all the crazy people and noise." I nodded at him and smiled.He just said " C'mon beautiful, let's go to the Common room." I smiled and nodded. You could say that this was easily the best day of my life!
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FanfictionOliver Wood was one of the most known quidditch players at Hogwarts. He had a lot of things: Quidditch Captain badge, four amazing best friends, and girls chasing after him left and right. But the one thing he did not have, the thing he wanted so te...