Oh, Professor!

CHAPTER FIVE: RESISTANCE...?
PART ONE


\"Lainey, Lainey, Lainey,” he muttered to himself, head in his hands.

“Yes?” A cool, British voice penetrated the air. Wood’s head snapped up and he turned to see her, sitting a few rows away, smiling at him, looking so beautiful in the casual muggle clothing that usually covered her toned body underneath her school robes. She wore casual jeans and a form-fitting black tank top, with a silver chain around her neck. Her long tawny hair was loose around her shoulders, ruffled perfectly to give her a sexy, sultry air. Her brown eyes were sparkling but unsure, she licked her perfect pink lips in anticipation. Wood was shocked to see her there, it was almost as though she’d appeared out of nowhere. But there she was, looking more beautiful and natural than ever.

His heart raced as he stood abruptly, unable to form words as his thoughts raced in his mind, and his body held a sudden urge to grab her.

“W-What are you doing here?” He stammered.

“I was just sitting here thinking, and you came along, and looked upset, so I decided not to bother you. But I guess I couldn’t resist.” She smiled with a hint of rose rising in her cheeks as she glanced down at her shoes before her eyes flitted back up to meet his. Wood was still slightly drunk although the alcohol had some time to relax a bit more in his body, but his mind was whirring with thoughts and uncertainties.

“I know, I probably should have left. But I just wanted to apologize for what happened.” She said, her face suddenly sad and serious. “I didn’t mean to put you in that position.” She said, biting her lip.

She looks so beautiful when she’s sad, Wood thought to himself. But he wanted to make her smile again.

“It’s- that’s okay. It was really my fault, I guess.” He replied, sitting next to her a few rows up from where he sat before. “I should have had more restraint. I don’t usually- er, you know. I’ve never done anything like that before, and I really think it would be best if we kept that to ourselves, eh?” Oliver said, watching her. She was sitting with her legs very close together, her hands rubbing together in her lap. Some of her long golden brown hair fell over her shoulder, blocking her face from him so he didn’t see her big brown eyes looking at the ground.

Fuck, I shouldn’t be doing this, he thought, but his body was on a separate agenda as he gently brushed her silky strands of hair back behind her ear so he could see her face better. Her hair was so soft, he could smell her sweet strawberry scent over his vodka-induced breath, feel her soft, shaky breaths against his hand as he gently traced her jawline with one long, rough finger.

Lainey closed her eyes at his touch, feeling her heartbeat speed up to what seemed like 100 kilometers per hour. She licked her lips a bit, biting her lower lip at the feel of his butterfly-soft touch. She couldn’t move, she was frozen like a deer in headlights as his hand cupped her face, rough thumb gently smoothing over her satin cheek.

“Open your eyes,” he rasped, turning her face towards his. What am I doing? He asked himself. Lainey slowly opened her eyes and looked into his deep brown eyes, glazed over with lust. She looked at his perfect face, her body trembling for no reason at all. How could he affect her like that with such a simple touch? In all her life she’d never come close to being this... need for something. His eyes were almost black, clearly reflected by the soft light coming from the looming castle.

“God, you’re beautiful,” He whispered, kissing her gently on the lips. His kiss was very gentle, and she closed her eyes, letting him take control as he held both sides of her face in his rough hands, deepening the kiss but keeping it soft and light. She could taste the sharp, bitter remnants of strong alcohol on his lips and tongue, but she didn’t mind. It was actually kind of enticing, and she put her hands on his sides, clutching at the soft material of his robes. He pulled away after a moment, and she instinctively leaned ard, wan wanting more. Wood opened his eyes and looked at her, eyes still closed, her pink lips pouty and full, her soft hands touching his waist lightly. Her eyes opened and, puzzled, she inquired,

“What’s the matter?” Wood closed his eyes and pulled his hands away from her soft, sweet-smelling hair.

“I shouldn’t have bloody done that.” He groaned.

“I don’t mind.” She said softly.

“I can’t do this with you, Lainey. Fuck, you’re a student!”

“I’m of age.\" She reminded him, wanting him to look at her, but he kept his eyes cast downward.

“But I’m still your professor. I’d lose my job, probably get suspended from Puddlemere, I’d be taking advantage of you, and there’s just so many reasons why we can’t.” Wood mumbled, his drunken state disallowing rational thought.

“But I won’t tell anyone, you won’t tell anyone... all we need to do is be discreet about it. I mean, I want this. You want this. Or at lea thi think you do. If you don’t then that’s entirely different, but I’ve never felt anything like this about anyone or anything!” Wood looked up at her, so hopeful, so young and beautiful as she continued, “It’s new and exciting and I want to learn everything you have to teach me.” She said, smiling shyly at him from her little innuendo. “This is the last time I’m going to beg you for it. If you refuse me now, I’ll leave you alone and stop trying to get this from you. But I won’t get you in trouble, I swear. Even if it’s only a one time thing, I need this from you. Please, Professor. Just think for a moment. I know you need it, too. I’m ready and willing and mature enough to know what I want, and what I want is you.” She finished, her hand lightly touching his arm as they made eye contact.

I can’t bloody stop this when she’s looking at me like that! His mind screamed. I have to, I have to! She’s too youit’sit’s so wrong in so many ways, but, God, it’s so right... he thought as he leaned in and kissed her roughly. She squealed in surprise, her eyes opening wide and then closing lightly as she responded to his tongue probing for entrance to her mouth. His fist curled in her hair as the other hand pulled her into his lap so she was straddling his wait on the bleachers, and settled on the small of her back. Her hands ran up and down his arms, chest and back, feeling the hard muscles underneath his robes. Thank you, Quidditch, she thought as she shifted on his waist to sit more comfortably. He groaned into her mouth as he hardened, his erection pressing against the apex of her thighs. She moaned gently, one hand touching his face lightly to control the kiss more, their tongues battling as they explored each other with their hands and tongues. Wood’s hands started wandering over her back, sides and down her thin, strong thighs and back up to grope her ass lightly, pulling her into him even more. Her breasts pressed against his chest as she arched against him, and he broke the kiss to suck on her pulse point gently, teeth nibbling and tongue running up her long, soft neck gently. He bowed his head to kiss her collarbone and she arched more into his mouth, rubbing against his jean-clad erection, trying to get friction to the wetness between her legs. Suddenly, it wasn’t enough.

“Let’s move this somewhere else.” Wood rasped against her ear before sucking on her earlobe gently, making her sigh and nod. He picked her up, and she wrapped her legs around his waist, kissing him again before he put her down on her feet.

“Go back into the castle now.” Wood said, his voice husky as he looked down at her.

“What? I thought-” She started before he laughed gently and cut her off by placing a rough fingertip on her thoroughly kissed, sweet pink lips.

“Go back into the castle, go into your dormitory. It’s early enough that none of your friends will be in your room. If they are, get them out. Wait for me at your window, I’ll be there shortly.” He smiled down at her, the sweet young girl obviously lustful and anxious. She nodded, leaned up and kissed him once more before hurrying off into the castle.

Wood watched her enter the castle, and sat down, his heart pounding in his whole body, his thoughts racing. Why did I do that? I can’t fly to windwindow and take advantage of her like this. But if I leave her alone, I’ll never forgive myself and she’ll never forgive me. I couldn’t take that. I need her, I want her so badly it hurts.


Lainey raced as fast as she could up the stairs to Gryffindor tower, dashing along the various corridors and passageways to finally find herself, not quite out of breath, at the Fat Lady’s portrait. “Sparrow feathers,” She panted.

“My, my, Miss Heller, you certainly are out of breath!” The fat lady exclaimed before allowing her entrance. She stepped into the crowded common room full of students talking, working and playing games.

“Lainey!” A male voice called her over to a secluded corner of the common room. She looked over to see her ex-boyfriend, Michael, with three of his friends, waving her over to them. Breathless and dizzy, she called over,

“I’m not feeling so good. Gonna get some rest.” He gave her a puzzled look as she walked up the staircase to the girls dormitories, and entered the seventh year girls’ dorm. Annabelle Dwight was sitting on her bed, working. “Annabelle, could you give me a few moments alone? I’m feeling really sick, and need to get some rest.” She said. Her face was flushed and she was shivering, so she did indeed look ill. The blonde girl looked up at the girl she’d barely known but shared a room with for seven years,

“I’ll be quiet.” She shrugged. “Go ahead and have a lie-down.”

Get of hef here you stupid bint! Lainey felt like screaming. “I can’t fall asleep if you’re in here working with the light on.” Smooth, she thought to herself.

“Well, I’m not going to work in the common room, if that’s what you’re asking. It’s too noisy, and the library’s closed.” Annabelle sneered.

“Please, Annabelle, I’m not even kidding.” She said, exasperated with her roommate.

“I’m not either, Heller! And stop calling me Annabelle, you never call me that.” She snapped.

“Look, I get that you’ve had a long day, I have too. But I promise, I’ll do you a favor next time. Okay?” Leave, before he comes! Lainey’s mind screamed. If Dwight found out, they’d get caught for sure!

“I don’t trust you, Heller. You don’t bother to be nice to other people, you’re always being false and then running off with other peoples’ boyfriends.” Annabelle glared. Lainey almost burst out laughing at Annabelle’s reference to her ex, Trey Neals, who was best friends with Michael and therefore part of Lainey’s band of stalkers.

“I’m not his girlfriend, he’s my friend. Get over it. Now look, Annabelle, I know we haven’t gotten along always, but please, just do this this once! Or, I’ll do it for you tomorrow morning. What class is it for?” Brains were Lainey’s strong suit, she knew everyone would go nuts if they heard she was doing other peoples’ assignments for a row also.

“I don’t want your help, I need to learn it myself. And I’m not leaving.” Dwight replied huffily, going back to her work.

“I’ll pay you two sickles to get out of here for twenty minutes. I’ll just fall asleep with my head under the covers so the light won’t get to me, you won’t need to worry about my interruptions. Once I fall asleep, nothing will wake me up, you know that.” Lainey told the girl.

“Done.” The girl said, as Lainey opened her trunk and tossed her two silver coins. “Have a nice rest, Heller.”

“Have a nice break, Dwight.” Lainey said, waiting for Annabelle to leave before locking the door temporarily. She arranged her pillows beneath her bedsheets to look like a sleeping version of a curled up Lainey, and quite a good one at that. She’d learnt how to do so when she used to sneak out with Michael three years ago, so she could hop on her broomstick, and meet him out on the pitch where he’d feel her up beneath the bleachers. She rolled her eyes at how amateur they’d both been, and her heartbeat picked up a little at the thought of what she was going to do tonight.

Her blood rushed searing hot in her veins as she took off her jewlery and placed it by her bedside, to give the illusion of her bedtime routine. She wet her toothbrush in the bathroom, just in case, and took a mint from her nighttable, popping it in her mouth as she sat down on the windowseat to wait beside an open window. She looked out into the night sky, her head resting on her folded arms as she stared up at the moon above, and the bright, bright stars glittering the crisp Autumn night. She shivered, her tank top making her rather cold, and she went to her trunk to pull out a comfy black sweatshirt she’d stolen from a muggle boyfriend one summer. It had a soft fuzz on the inside, a hood and was too big for her petite frame, with a logo for the boy’s muggle football team on the front, and his number and last name on the back. She snuggled into its warmth and hugged her knees in tight as she sat by the window, waiting.

Please, oh please, hurry up, Dwight’ll be back any minute! Lainey thought, her body tense and excited, her mind filling up with various doubts and hopes and desires she didn’t even know were beneath the surface until that very moment.

“Hey little girl.”

For editing purposes, I cut this chapter in two. Hope that\'s okay. Enjoy!