A Love Like No Other

Ashley was in for a treat tonight. They had won the first game of the season against Slytherin and Oliver, being the loving and thoughtful boyfriend that he was, had decided he should go all out for their next date.

He planned to take his beauty to the Quidditch pitch, the place where they first fell in love, and have a romantic evening gazing up at the stars, followed by a fly around the night sky. After all, nothing said romance better than flying in Oliver's opinion, and it was just his luck that he had found Ashley and she couldn't agree more with him on that point.

They were two halves of a whole, and Ashley really was the love of his life. In truth, Oliver couldn't believe he had found her.

With everything all arranged, Oliver headed back to the Gryffindor Common Room to find Ashley and whisk her away for night filled with romance, and if the night went the way he hoped she might let him get a little bit frisky with her.

"Oh, there you are, love," Oliver whispered, finding his love lying seductively on his bed in his dormitory. "I hope you're well rested because you are in for a treat tonight."

Oliver's heart melted and he could sense Ashley's eagerness to leave for their date. He felt elated to know that she looked forward to their dates as much as he did.

He caressed her gently and gathered her up into his arms, and kissed her gentle before they made their way out of the dormitory and into the Common Room.

Oliver could feel the jealousy and envy coming off everyone in the common room as he proudly made his way towards the portrait hole.

"Going on a hot date, Wood?" Fred asked, wolf whistling from where he was sat by the fire with George.

"As a matter of fact I am," Oliver replied smugly, tightening his grip on Ashley. "And I would appreciate it if you didn't wolf whistle at my lady. She is not a piece of meat for your viewing pleasure."

"But she is such a work of art," George stated.

"A masterpiece," Fred added.

"She's so elegant—"

"So slender—"

"How could we not show our appreciation?" the twins finished in unison.

Oliver glared at the twins and had to remind himself that they were the two best Beaters in the school. If it hadn't been for that, plus the fact that Ashley was in his arms, Oliver would have lunged at the pair for their crass comments about his love.

"It's called having a little bit of respect," Oliver told them, somehow keeping the tone of his voice even. "And I think you two ought to learn some. Do you have something to say to Ashley?"

Oliver glared at the twins when neither of them said anything. "If you want to keep your place on the team, you will apologise right now."

"You wouldn't dare," Fred told him.

"Try me," Oliver growled.

"McGonagall would never allow it," George added.

"McGonagall isn't the captain," Oliver said, raising his eyebrows. "I have the final say on who's in and who's out, and you two will be out if you don't apologise to Ashley."

Oliver grinned smugly as he realised he had Fred and George exactly where he wanted them. They loved being on the team too much to sacrifice their place.

"Fine," they sighed together, "we're sorry, Ashley."

Oliver gave the twins a tight smile before manoeuvring himself and Ashley towards the portrait hole. He could feel how proud Ashley was of him for not losing his cool with the twins too much. If there was one thing he had learnt that Ashley couldn't stand, it was violence. She was such a pacifist and Oliver loved her even more for it. She made him a better man.

"I'm truly sorry about that, my love," Oliver whispered to Ashley. "The twins have yet to mature and have no filter. But they aren't wrong. They really broke the mould when they made you. You're perfect."

They settled into a comfortable silence as they made their way down towards the Quidditch pitch. Oliver revelled in how Ashley felt in his arms—she fitted there perfectly, almost as though she had been sculpted specifically to be there.

When they reached the Quidditch pitch, Oliver was pleased by Ashley's reaction. She was absolutely speechless.

They lay down together on the bed and gold snitch picnic blanket and gazed up at the stars.

"Isn't it a beautiful night," Oliver commented, pulling Ashley closer to his. "Oh, love, you feel a little tense. Stay still; I'll give you a massage."

Oliver pulled out a bottle of the Ashley's favourite massage oil from the inside of his robes. He couldn't deny that he had been hoping for the opportunity to use it; he loved nothing more than feeling her sleek smoothness beneath his skin. He got just much satisfaction out of it as she did.

After giving her a moment to get comfortable, Oliver straddled her, squirted the oil on to her and started to rub it in.

"Oh, darling, you're enjoying this aren't you? You saucy minx," Oliver whispered, leaning closer and kissing her softly. "You love it when I give you a good servicing."

Oliver could feel how much Ashley was enjoying her massage. He didn't want to boast but he was pretty skillful in that department.

Time seemed to stand still as Oliver continued to massage Ashley, but he could sense she was starting to get a little cold and tired.

"Should we go for a fly and then call it a night?" Oliver asked, climbing off Ashley and helping her up.

The eagerness for a late night flight radiated off Ashley, and within a matter a seconds they had taken off into the sky together.

"Oh, Ashley," Oliver sighed, gently caressing her, "you have no idea how good it feels when you're under me. Your wood feels so good against mine. There aren't enough words to describe the feeling."

Together they did numerous laps of the Quidditch pitch, before Oliver conceded that Ashley was exhausted and took them back down to earth.

After Oliver had gathered up the picnic blanket, he took Ashley in his arms and they made their way back inside

"I had a really great time tonight," he told her as they stepped through the portrait into the Gryffindor Common Room. "Being with you is the best feeling in the world. Ashley, I love you."

"Did you enjoy your date?" Fred asked.

"Ashley and I had a lovely time," Oliver said. "But we're rather tired so we're going to go to bed."

"Oliver's getting his leg over tonight," George sniggered. "Just remember to treat Ashley like a lady."

Oliver's shoulders tensed and he gazed down at Ashley apologetically.

"I always treat Ashley like a lady," Oliver retorted before swiftly moving himself and Ashley to the staircase leading up to the dormitory before the twins could make another comment about Ashley.

Once they were out of sight, George turned to his twin. "Freddie, Wood does know that Ashley isn't a lady right? I mean he is literally dating his broomstick."

"George, this is Wood. Nothing he does surprises me anymore," Fred replied, shrugging his shoulders.

Written for:

Auction: Oliver/Broomstick

Insane House: 473: Broom

Pinata: Medium – Romance

Resolutions: Write a fic set in Trio era, Write a fic exploring a different sexuality, Write about a Quidditch player, Write a crack-fic

Unicorn Challenge: Oliver Wood

Couple Appreciation: Word - Romantic

Character Appreciation: Oliver Wood

Disney: Winnie The Pooh - Write about someone happy with life.

Book Club: Laura Moon – (Word) Cold, (Colour) Gold, (time) Nighttime

Sophie's Shelf: Cinematography - Set your story during the night

Word count: 1224