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Disclaimer: everything owns to J. K. Rowling.
This story is for the Valentine Fluff Competition in the Harry Potter Fanfiction Challenges forum. It´s my very first fic in English and I am sure that is horrible but I have had a good time writing it.
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They both are too different from the other. When they started their relationship, everybody didn´t believe they would be together for much time. Even now there are people that think they will split up soon.
Oliver is used to hearing that. Everyone that he knows has said it at least one time. However, he loves Daphne. He loves her very much and he wants spend the rest of his life with that pretty clever girl.
This is the reason why the final is such as important, more than usually, he is going to asked Daphne if she wants marry him after the game. He is going to win and then, when he will be in the podium he will ask her the question.
Oliver has never felt nervous during a game, never, when he played the final the last year he was the calmest of the team and thank´s it they won, but this year he is unable to keep the concentration and he is swearing in spite of the cold. He can´t stop any quaffle, his team lose the game and the competition and he doesn´t dare ask Daphne anything. She is the most beautiful and intelligent woman that he have ever known. Why would she marry a someone like him?
She Is waiting for him when he goes out. She is wearing an elegant blue dress and she is make up in a perfect way. She smiles when she sees Oliver and walks to him saying something about how tired she is. Oliver suggests that they go to the hotel and she agrees. In his bad mood, Oliver thinks she doesn´t want people to see her with a looser like him but when they arrive at the hotel he notice he was completely wrong.
Daphne has placed a big table in front of the bed and has decored it with white and red roses. The lights of the room are off and two candles are glown. She sits down and he does the same. Next, she shows him a ring that she has In her finger. It´s a gold ring with a little smerald in it. Golden and green, the colours of their two houses when they were at school.
"It´s beautiful. Isn´t it?" says Daphne with a funny glance in her eyes.
"Yes." It´s the only thing Oliver is able to reply.
She laughs and continue talking about jewels and dresses and about all the places that she would like to visit, Rome, New York or Tokio. Oliver is begin to feel confused. Why is she talking about that? The words "Chapel" and "Bells" make something sounds in his head but the word that final makes him understand is "weeding".
"Weeding?" asks him. She smiles and simply answer.
"Yes, weeding. Isn´t that what you wanted to asked me tonight?"
"Yes, but how do you know that?
She laughs again and shows him a small box.
"I know everything, honey. Even that you would be too nervous and would be unable to ask me anything. Although I didn´t know that you lost de final. I thought you disconnect your mind when you are playing quidditch"
She gives him a soft kiss, trying to content a triumph smile because of his boyfriend´s red cheeks. She opens the small box and show him a little ring like hers.
"Well, Oliver. Will you marry me?"
Again, Oliver just can reply:
"Yes, yes, yes"
They both are too different from the other and People didn´t bet they would be together for a long time. However, Daphne loves Oliver and Oliver loves Daphne. Is there something mor important than that?