Oh, Professor!

Oh, Professor!

Summary: Professional Quidditch player Oliver Wood returns to Hogwarts for a year as the temporary flying instructor, a job he expects to be easy and a low key way to rest up before Quidditch strikes up again. What he doesn’t expect is a student to catch his eye. OWOC.


CHAPTER ONE: KICKIN OFF

Wood sighed exasperatedly and sat down in his office chair. He’d just finished up with the day, and, to be quite honest, he was stressed out. He certainly had been a fool in thinking this would be the easiest and most efficient way to spend his year off. Although he did get paid to referee exciting Quidditch matches and supervise practices for the house quidditch teams, he also had to teach first, second and third year students how to fly. Quite frankly, he was sick of the boys staring dumbstruck or spitting off his statistics rapidfire when they realized who he was, and he was annoyed, albeit flattered when the girls in the class would whisper and giggle and do their best to get his attention or to get him to smile. It was cute at first, but a little too redundant to have preteens chasing him around. Of course, the older girere ere more subtle about it, but that didn’t mean he was ignorant to their stares and comments.

Seeing as the current seventh years came in the year after he graduated Hogwarts, he wasn’t familiar with any of the students. It was good for him in that way, because it gave him a more professional outlook and a bit more of a respectful position. If he’d taught here while Fred and George were still in school, he wouldn’t be a teacher, he’d be a buddy. Of course now, due to his reputation in the world of professional Quidditch, and his good looks, he was seen as a sports hero and a sex god. Neither of which he minded, in fact, he’d taken advantage of both views in his time, but he was a little bit sick of being looked at as a poster boy. Wasn’t he a person, too?

Slumping in his chair and rubbing his temples, he picked up his wand and muttered a quick headache relieving spell. His office was too confining, his quarters too lavish to settle into. He’d taken to just riding his broomstick to clear his head at night, when no students were out and around. Of course, he’d only been here a week, but he found enough to keep him busy.

Wood glanced over at the clock on the wall. It was time for dinner, but he wasn’t hungry, so he picked up his broom and headed off to the Quidditch pitch. No one would be out there after the hours, 4am-6pm. Thankfully it was around 7:30, so he would have it all to himself. Heading down the main staircase to the Great Hall’s corridor, he passed a group of giggly third year Ravenclaw girls, who began to whisper and point. One approached him shyly.

“Uh, professor?” She asked, blushing madly.

“Can I help you with something?” He asked in his rough, Scottish accent, making the group behind her burst into a new flood of giggles. The girl looked down, going even pinker.

“Uh, I was wondering if we were going to be learning anything about the Wonski faint?” She asked.

“You’ll have to find out later, won’t you?” He replied, flashing her his charming smile in hopes she’d run back to her friends. These kids, these little girls trying to flirt with him was getting to be a pain.

“Uhhm, okay, thanks!” She said quickly, running back to the group, who burst out laughing. Wood walked to the courtyard gates, rolling his eyes as he stepped out into the cool evening air. The sun was almost set, so when he got to the Quidditch pitch he sat a bit to let his eyes adjust to the darkness. He was settling on his broom and preparing to kick off when he looked up at the sky and saw someone up there, flying. A student, no doubt, not permitted to be on the pitch after hours and skipping dinner. Smiling a bit, he remembered being that student ninety percent of his school days, then resolved to get them back inside with a warning. He wasn’t much of one for discipline, Wood.

“Oi!” He called up to the rather good flier. The person seemed not to have heard him, as they merely continuiviniving, twirling, making sharp turns. A seeker practicing moves, he supposed. “You! Up there!” He shouted louder. They heard him this time, and rocketed to the ground, slowing and setting down easily. Wood saw it was a girl, and watched her set foot on the ground, embarrased.

“Sorry, I didn’t know anyone was going to be here.” She blushed and looked up at him. Wood looked at her closely this time, and nearly staggered back. She was exquisitnd tnd that was a major understatement. He was quite certain this girl had been in all of his fantasies and dreams.

Long, thick brown hair fell midway down her back in soft layers, shiny
and sleek, framing a perfect, oval face. She was tan, with a perfect, smooth complexion and big, brown eyes outlined with thick, dark lashes. She had a hint of rose in her cheeks, a perfect nose, thin, slightly arched eyebrows, and full, pink lips hiding what he later saw to be a perfect smile. She stood at about five six, with a small, but well toned body. He could see from her sports clothes of black stretch pants and a dark grey tank top that she had a nice, athletic body, good sized, round breasts and a pair of nice, long legs. He couldn’t help but stare at her, look at her in that way. Her beauty had him stunned for a minute, it didn’t even cross his mind that she was a student. She certainly didn’t look like anyone he’d ever seen, much less an awkward teenager.

“It’s all right.” He finally responded. “You aren’t supposed to be out here at these hours.” He told her firmly, remembering he was a member of the staff, here to teach and not to ogle young girls. The girl’s face was guilty in a small smile.

“I know. I’m sorry, I just needed some time to myself, yeah?” She said.

“I understand.” He told her. For some reason he didn’t feel like telling her to get the hell off his Quidditch field. “When I went here I used to come out here all the time at night just to fly and think about stuff.” He admitted with a smile. A real, genuine smile. She smiled back, a little relieved.

“I thought I was the only one.” She said. “You’re the new flying instructor, right?” She asked him, cocking her head to the side, letting her beautiful hair fall over one shoulder gently.

“Yeah. Oliver Wood.” He said, extending his hand. She smiled and took his callous grip in her own, smooth hand, shaking it gently.

“I’m Lainey Heller. You play for Puddlemere, don’t you?” She inquired with another tilt of her head.

“Yeah. Injured, so I’m taking a year off to teach here, then I’m heading back.” He told her.

“I heard about that. I don’t really follow professional Quidditch, but I skim through the sports section of the Daily Prophet now and then when my mind isn’t focused on current events.” She told him with a casual shrug. He smiled. It was a relief that she didn’t start spitting off facts to him.

“Have you been flying long?” He asked her.

“Uh, tonight, or throughout my life?” She asked.

“Lifetime.” He replied, getting a little lost in those eyes of hers.

“Since I was nine. I’m seeker for Gryffindor.” How could I have missed that? Wood wondered. I’m pretty sure I’d have remembered sexy Gryffindor seeker. Shit, you ponce, she is in no way sexy, she’s a bloody student.

“I used to be keeper for them. Are you a seventh year?” He asked her.

“Yeah.” She smiled.

“Are you getting a lot of work? I remember they piled it on back when I went here.” Oliver smiled, liking how casual a conversation he could have with her. Something about her big brown eyes and reassuring smile made him feel at home.

“Oh, I don’t really mind the work. I’ve always had a great interest in the material they teach here. I think that’s because I didn’t start going here until my fourth year, so I had to do a lot of work to catch up, and I got used to the idea of a heavy workload.” She said, stressing the last two words in a sexy voice

“Where did you go beforehand?” Wood asked her, trying to keep it cool. It was highly unusual for students to come into Hogwarts at such a point. She must be really smart, or hemilymily has a lot of power, he thought to himself.

“I actually was in Muggle school. My parents sent me to Hogwarts late because they wanted me to gain a less sheltered perspective before coming here. Cause I mean, lets face it, Muggles are everywhere, and knowing about their world will help survival tactics in a world in which we’re the minority, right?” She shrugged.

“Complicated ideas. Very liberal.” Wood smiled at her, and she blushed and looked down.

“Is iiberalism a problem, Professor?” She asked, her voice sultry and her brown eyes capturing his own. Wood’s breath almost caught in his throat as she subconsciously licked her lips.

“Not at all, Miss Heller.” I bet she’d like a taste of her own medicine, Oliver thought, looking at her the same way, his voice deep and rich.

They stared at each other for a minute, until it dawned on him that he was flirting dangerously with a student.

“You should go back inside.” He told her, nodding his head towards the castle. She looked a little hurt.

“You’re probably right. It was nice meeting you, Professor.” She smiled flirtatiously, and headed off towards the castle. Wood watched her go, remembering her every gesture, look and mannerism. There was just something about her...

This was going to be very, very bad.


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