Chapter One-An Unexpected Question

She was staring at him again.

'Damn' thought Oliver. 'Will she ever stop looking at me?'

She was Allyson Rosendale, a Ravenclaw 6th year and the so-called school whore. She was known for being a damn good bedder, but of course, that was her "job". Guys from all the houses would seek her out when they had a craving for the hot sensations that only she could give. But aside from all this, there was really a person inside. A person who had feelings and desires all her own. Thus the reason that she was ever so intently staring at Oliver Wood, the 6th year Gryffindor Quidditch Keeper. She had noticed him a few weeks ago when he had made an almost impossible save in a game against Hufflepuff. After that, she had been watching him, and one of those uncontrollable desires came over her. She wanted him so damn bad.

"Shite!" Allyson said to herself. "He saw me! All right you prat, this is not the way to get his attention."

"What are you mumbling about?" her roommate, Lauren, asked.

"Huh? What? Oh, um, nothing," replied Allyson, breaking her stare.

"Are you all right?" asked Lauren. "You look like you want to kill someone."

"No, no. I'm fine. I just didn't get much sleep last night," answered Allyson, with a toss of her blond hair. As she rose from the supper table and turned to leave the Great Hall, she gave one last glance at Oliver.

"What the hell is her problem? She stares at me like she's trying to memorize me or something," whispered Oliver.

"Maybe she wants to sleep with you. Did that thought ever occur in that tiny brain of yours?" teased his best friend; a Gryffindor 6th year named Landon Stone. "After all, she is a ho."

Oliver glared at Landon. "Sleep with me?" he thought. "Bloody hell, that can't be the reason. Oh god, what would happen if it is?"

As he wished that pretty face out of his head, another replaced it. It was the face of Alexandra Holt, a 6th year Slytherin Quidditch Chaser. She was gorgeous and he had had a serious crush on her since they were 5th years. He'd met her because Landon was dating her best friend, Anastasia DelMarr, also a Slytherin 6th year and one of the Beaters on the Quidditch team. Even though Alexandra was a Slytherin, she and Oliver got along splendidly. There was only one problem with this perfect girl. She didn't like him. Oh yes, they were best friends and adored each other but no matter how much Oliver had tried and no matter how many illegal love potions Landon and his girlfriend used, she didn't like him. Still, he'd never given up. Now, he believed he loved her, and because of that, he hadn't slept with another girl or even gone out with anyone else. He just wanted her and her alone.

Allyson flopped onto her bed with her ears ringing from the noisy crowd at supper. She heaved a big sigh and rolled off her bed to look out the window.

"Give it up, Rosendale!" she said. "He'll never go for you!"

She sighed again and walked into the bathroom. She turned on the water for a shower and began to undress. As she looked in the mirror, she saw the reflection of her curvaceous body. Many guys had told her that she was beautiful. Only they told her in the heat of passion. Shaking her head, she stepped into the hot shower. As the water steamed up around her body, she thought once more of Oliver Wood. He was beautiful with his brown hair and mysterious brown eyes. He was tall and muscular from playing Quidditch, and his body had that tan glisten that she loved so much in guys. He was so damn perfect and so damn hot!

"I've got to find a way to get him," she said aloud.

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As most of the students began to leave the Great Hall, Landon and Oliver made their way to Dead Man's Dungeon to meet Alexandra and Anastasia. Dead Man's Dungeon was a secret dungeon they had found while exploring the school several years ago. The two girls often met them there to joke about the day's events and just hang out with each other. When the guys walked up, the girls turned from their conversation to look at them. After giving Anastasia a hello kiss, Landon turned to Alexandra. "Hey Alex, Wood's been daydreaming about you again," he said.

"Oh shut up!" retorted Oliver, as he punched Landon in the arm. "He never stops teasing me!" he whined to Alex. She just smirked.

"You two are nothing but trouble," remarked Anastasia, stifling a laugh.

"But that's why you love me, right?" Landon asked playfully.

"Of course, baby, that's why I love you. Because you're so damn crazy!" she replied as she and Alex fell into a fit of helpless laughter.

"Watch out, Andy! Don't make them mad!" cried Alex.

"Oh, but it won't matter! They don't know the difference!" Andy answered.

"OK, OK, you can stop now," said Oliver, shaking his head.

"Aww, did we hurt your feelings?" crooned Alex, looking up at him.

"No, but you are getting annoying," he replied.

"Oh, Wood, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt your feelings," said Alex with a smirk. She reached over and gave him a hug. His body tingled at her touch as he hugged her back. 'Dang!' he thought. 'Why can't I get more of this?'

"You know, Alex, Wood would do anything for you. You know he really doesn't mind when you tease him," remarked Landon, smothering a laugh.

"Would you?" asked Alex.

"Well, yeah, I would," replied Oliver, blushing slightly. "I mean, you're my friend."

"Wow, I didn't know that anyone but Andy would do that for me. Hey, Wood, I appreciate that," said Alex softly. She flashed one of her gorgeous smiles at him. "What about you lover boy?" she asked Landon.

He just grinned and looked up as the grandfather clock down the hall struck nine o'clock. "Hey, we'd better go. We don't want to get in trouble," Landon said to Oliver. "Bye baby, bye Alex," Landon said to the girls.

"Yeah, I guess you're right. Don't want McGonagall on us again. Bye Andy. Bye Alex." Oliver's voice lowered as he said the latter's name. He gave her a shy smile and disappeared with Landon through the passageway.

"Oh, the poor thing! I guess he'll never get over you, Alex," declared Andy.

"No, I guess he never will." Alex replied impassively. 'I suppose that is true, but why is he acting so bloody strange all of a sudden,' she thought to herself as they left the room.

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"All right, Gryffindors, that was a very good practice," Madame Hooch told the Quidditch team the next day. "Please clean up the equipment and hit the showers."

As the rest of the team headed inside, Oliver stayed behind to work on a few techniques like he usually did. As he was flying above the stands, he noticed a single person standing on the ground. As he flew closer he realized that it was Allyson Rosendale.

'Bloody hell, won't she ever get enough!' he thought to himself. 'Wait a moment, if I ever want to get rid of her or at least find out why she's so absorbed in me, now is the time.'

After making a smooth landing beside her, he turned to Allyson and demanded, "What is it? I mean, why do you keep staring at me?"

"Oh, but I'm not staring at you. I am waiting for you though," she answered rather timidly.

"Oh yes you. oh fine, never mind. But why are you waiting for me?" he asked.

"Oh well, you see, um, I'm thinking about trying out for the Ravenclaw Quidditch team next year and I was wondering if you would show me how to play," replied Allyson.

"You? You want to learn how to play Quidditch?" he asked incredulously.

"Well, yeah. I think it's cool," she retorted.

"Fine, but why me? I mean, why not one of the Ravenclaw players? Wait, are you trying to spy on our team?" he asked her suspiciously.

"Oh no, I don't even know how to play. How could I be a spy? Anyway, I asked you because you're like the best Quidditch player in the whole school. I just thought that I'd get tips from a pro." She smiled impishly.

"Well, thanks," said Oliver, not knowing what to think. "But I don't think I'm the best."

She grinned at him as she replied, "Well, to me you are. So, will you help me or not? Please, I really want you to help me."

"I'll think about it. I just can't give you an answer right now," he told her.

"All right then, will you give me your answer after Herbology tomorrow?" asked Allyson.

Oliver nodded his head and turned to go. "Bye, Wood!" she called after him. He raised a hand as he disappeared inside.

"Oh very good, Allyson, very good. Now I have him just where I want him. I knew that he was addicted to Quidditch; it was the perfect way to lure him into something. Ha, he won't even know that I'm trying to get him," she said to herself.

When Oliver arrived in his dorm room, Landon was just coming out of the bathroom. "Hey, Wood, it's all your. hey, what's wrong with you?" said Landon.

"Oh man, you'll never believe what just happened!" exclaimed Oliver.

"What is it? What happened?" asked Landon quickly.

"Rosendale just asked me to tutor her at Quidditch!" Landon's jaw dropped as he listened to what Oliver was saying.

"Rosendale? You mean Allyson Rosendale just asked you to give her Quidditch lessons? Bloody hell, why on earth did she do that?" burst out Landon.

"I don't know. She just said that she was thinking about trying out for their team next year," replied Oliver.

"Are you going to do it?" inquired Landon.

"I'm not sure yet. I have to give her an answer tomorrow after Herbology," replied Oliver as he sat down on his bed.

"Aww man, wait till Andy and Alex hear about this. They won't believe it," announced Landon. "And, why the hell does Rosendale want you to give her lessons? Why not a Ravenclaw?"

"I told you I don't know!" answered Oliver. "Besides, why do we have to tell them? Why can't it be a secret until I make my decision?" he protested.

"Oh, I see. You don't want any of this getting around to Alex. Good grief, the damn girl doesn't even like you and you're worried about her knowing that Rosendale asked you to give her Quidditch lessons?" retorted Landon.

"Stop being such a git! Do you have to rub it in? Yes, OK? Just don't say anything, please?" begged Oliver.

"All right, Wood. I won't say a word," Landon assured him.

"Thanks," Oliver breathed a sigh of relief as he headed into the bathroom.

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