Number 1 fan
Our story starts after one of Oliver's Quidditch matches, his long-term boyfriend Percy was cheering him on.
Oliver asked, "What did you make of the match?"
Percy grinned. "It was amazing. You're amazing."
Oliver chuckled. "I could hear you cheering from the other end of the pitch, Perce."
Percy blushed. "I'm your number one fan, remember?"
Oliver smirked. "Well, Mr. Number One Fan, what do you plan to do with me?"
Percy said, "I was thinking of a picnic on the pitch if that's allowed."
Oliver rolled his eyes. "How many times have I told you that rules were made to be broken?"
Percy sighed. "I don't like to though."
Oliver promised, "We'll check first then."
Percy smiled slightly. "No need because I tricked you."
Oliver inquired, "You tricked me?"
Percy told him, "I already asked, but I thought you might need a good laugh."
Oliver beamed, "You're the best boyfriend ever, after that dire match I did need some cheering up. It came in the form of you."
Percy insisted, "Come on, we have to move quickly."
He pulled Oliver to the centre of the now deserted pitch. A blanket and basket sat there with dozens of floating candles around them.
Oliver gasped. "It's beautiful."
Percy went quiet suddenly.
Oliver touched his hand and muttered, "Is something wrong, Perce?"
Percy grinned. "I was just thinking, that's all."
Oliver smirked. "Merlin, we're in trouble if you're thinking."
Percy snorted. "Very funny, but I was being serious."
Oliver smiled broadly. "I know, everyone knows what you plan on asking me."
Percy guessed, "Skeeter?"
Oliver nodded.
Percy replied, "Well, I'll ask anyway. Would you do me the honour of becoming my husband?"
Oliver exclaimed, "Of course!"