Flying for Harry

Chapter 2

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A/N: Yeah last chapter was really short but I needed to cut it off so I am adding another today. I know you won't mind. But I won't update unless you review!

Emma

"Okay class you may leave. No homework!" said Oliver as he dismissed his 3rd class of the day, Ravenclaw 3rd year. He watched as the students piled out of the room.

"Excuse me Professor Wood?" asked a young girl.

"Yes umm…sorry I forgot your name." He replied.

"Jenna Walker." she said.

"Yes Jenna, how can I help you?" he replied.

"Well, I was wondering, if I could maybe have your autograph?" she said hesitantly.

"Yeah sure you can." he said. He hated giving autographs but didn't want to turn down a student of his.

Just as he finished signing it his next class started piling in.

"Thanks!" said Jenna running away, giggling with her friends.

Oliver went to look at his schedule to see whom he had next.

'Gryffindor 7th year.' he thought 'Harry!'

He had been wondering when he got to see them. Gryffindor also had practice tonight to he would get to see Harry tonight too. Maybe his day wouldn't be all that bad.

Just then, Harry and his friends walked in. Oliver, yet again, caught himself staring at Harry. Harry looked over at him, smiled and walked over.

"Hullo Oliver…excuse me…I mean Professor Wood." Harry said

"Hey Harry. It's nice to see you again. It's been awhile," replied Oliver

"Sure has. You're not still the same unbearable coach are you? Because I'm afraid I have been pampering the team." joked Harry

"Well we will just have to kick it into action and let them know they won't be pampered anymore." He replied

"Well I suppose we aren't that bad. I mean, we have won every year." Harry said

"We huh? I was told by another source that the team depended mostly on you to win." he replied.

Harry blushed.

"Yeah, well, we are working on getting better." Harry said.

"And that's why I'm here. Remember Harry, if you ever need help with anything, I'd be more than willing to take some weight off your shoulders." He said.

"Thanks Oliver..oops, I mean Professor," he laughed "I better get going. Bye"

"Yep. Later" Oliver replied lamely.

Now Oliver exerted his focus on his class.

"Good Afternoon. I'm Oliver Wood. Some of you probably know me because I was here when you were first starting school. You can call me Professor Wood in class but outside of class just call me Oliver. Ill be teaching you about some muggle and wizarding sports and the history of them. We will also attempt to try some of them. Any questions?"

Oliver noticed a friend of Harry's Hermione Granger raise her hand.

"Yes Miss Granger?" he asked

"Are we required to actually play the sport?" she asked

"Yes you are, but you will be graded upon attitude towards it and sportsman ship rather than your ability to play the game. Any more questions?" he asked.

No one raised his hand and he sighed.

'The younger classes were easier,' he thought 'they asked tons of questions.'

"Alright then, we are going to start with Quidditch since I know most of you are well aware of it. I assume you have Quidditch Through Ages with you? Let's open that up and start reading it." He said

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The rest of the class went smoothly. There were a few questions that were answered with ease. As soon as he knew it, the bell rang and Oliver's last class of the day was over.

"That's it everyone, have a nice night and I will see you Wednesday. Oh by the way, no homework. Good afternoon" Oliver said as his class left.

'Whoa' he thought. 'First day is over. Maybe this teaching stuff isn't all that bad.' He looked at his watch and noticed he had an hour to eat dinner and then he had to go to the Gryffindor's Quidditch practice. As if on cue, his stomach growled and he made his way down to dinner.

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"Welcome team, to a new year of Quidditch." Harry said as he started his beginning of the year speech. "As you might have noticed, I am starting the year off right away. We HAVE to win the Cup this year. No excuses. We are the best. The best win. We will win. I will not loose in my last year here. This year you will work 10 times harder, you will fly 10 times faster, you will practice 10 times more. I am going to be a ass this year. Some of you might hate me at the end of the season. I don't care. We will win. Ron, you will not let a quaffle through those holes, Ben, Seamus, Ginny, you will not drop the ball or let it go to the other team, Anthony, Jessica you will not let that bludger hit any of your teammates. I want you all to do your jobs, and do them well. That's all, give me 10 laps around the pitch then come back down here. Go!" he finished.

"Wow Harry. Great speech!" said Oliver after everyone had left to do laps.

"Really? I just said what came out." He replied

"Well it was bloody brilliant." He said

Harry blushed "Thanks."

"So what exactly am I supposed to be doing? It looks as though you don't need anymore coaching." Oliver questioned.

"Actually, I was hoping you could help me. I may sound like a good coach but I honestly don't have any clue what to do to get them motivated and stuff."

"Well I can help you with that. Anything else?"

"Yeah I need help making plays. We have had 3 main plays that we do and they all worked great until we did them so many times the other teams memorized what we were doing." laughed

"I can help with that too. Just let me know…" Oliver was cut off by a panting Ron Weasley.

"Holy shit Harry was it really necessary to make us do 10 laps right away? Now I'm beat!" he said

"Yea it was. I told you that you would end up hating me." he laughed.

The rest of the practice ran smoothly. They worked bloody hard but it still went well. After practice was over it was 8 o'clock. Harry approached Oliver.

"Hey Oliver." he said

"Hey Harry, nice practice. I taught you well! "He laughed.

Harry laughed "Yeah you did. Anyways, I wanted to talk to you about those plays."

"Oh yeah, I'll make some and then I will show them to you Wednesday night at practice." Oliver replied

"Actually I was wondering if you wanted to come over to the common room tonight and we can work on some."

Oliver's heart skipped. 'He wanted me to work on plays…alone…with him?'

"Yeah that would work out I think. What time?" he asked

"How about around 9 o'clock. Curfew is at 10:30 so that will give us plenty of time."

"Okay that sounds good. I better go shower and change and I'll be there then."

"Okay, bye Oliver." Harry said

"See you Harry." Oliver said walking away.

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Although Harry knew he was gay for a while, it was a recent discovery about his feelings for Oliver. I guess he wouldn't call them feelings right now, but he was definitely attracted to the man. How could he not be? He was about 6'3, brown shaggy hair and the most beautiful blue eyes in the world. He was also very muscular from his years of Quidditch. Harry was overjoyed that Oliver agreed to spend time with him doing plays. He couldn't wait until 9:30.

"Say Harry," said Ron who was waiting for Harry to finish his shower in the locker room "what do you think of Wood?"

"Honestly?" Yelled Harry over the running water

"Yeah honestly."

"I think he is bloody brilliant. Not to mention gorgeous." replied Harry

"Okay maybe I shouldn't have asked."

Harry chuckled.

"He has been staring at you, you know?" said Ron

"Really?" asked Harry turning off the water, grabbing his towel, and stepping out of the shower.

"Oh yeah, I've never seen anyone stare at you as much as he has today. For Merlin's sake it's our first day back and he has stared at you more than Ginny has in a month." he laughed.

"He's probably just heard what's gone on at Hogwarts the last few years with me and is still getting used to being around me." Harry replied.

"Maybe," said Ron "But I have a feeling it's something more."

"You don't think he likes me, do you?" yelled Harry.

"Maybe, I just don't know." said Ron

"I guess that wouldn't be so bad," Harry said "having him like me, you know?"

"No,I dont know. But it is bad. It's not allowed. You're not allowed to date a teacher. It's against the rules."

"But he is only 20!" Harry replied.

"Don't be dumb Harry, because I know you aren't. He is a teacher. He teaches here. It doesn't matter how old he is. It's against the rules Harry."

"Oh well. I guess a guy can dream right?"

"Yeah I guess." replied Ron.

They finished getting dressed and muttered a quick cleaning spell before they exited the locker rooms.

"You know what Ron?" Harry asked.

"What?"

"I think dating Hermione is really rubbing off on you. All this following the rules stuff." He smiled.

Ron looked over at his friend and couldn't help but smile too.

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"HARRY OLIVER IS HERE!" Yelled Ginny from the Common Room.

"Okay thanks! I'll be down in a minute." Harry replied, checking himself in the mirror. He was wearing a white shirt and a pair of hand me down jeans that were too big and had rips in the knee. He hoped he didn't look too horrible.

Meanwhile Oliver was down in the common room, straitening the invisible lines on his shirt for the 100th time. He was wearing an old Puddlemore United jersey and a pair of dark blue faded jeans. 'God I hope I look alright' thought Oliver.

"Hey Oliver." said Harry as he approached him. Oliver melted looking at him.

"Hey Harry." replied Oliver. Harry was in awe. This man was so perfect, yet he knew he had to lay off him.

"Have a seat I'll get my papers." said Harry

Oliver walked over to the couch and took a seat, as Harry ran up to his room.

When he got there, he ran strait to the bathroom and splashed water over his face.

"Chill out Harry," he said to himself, "It's just Oliver."

Meanwhile back downstairs Oliver could be seen in deep concentration.

'Oliver' he thought to himself, 'Control yourself he's your student. You can't be getting this nervous about a student'

Just then, Harry walked back downstairs with a few notebooks in his hand and some ink.

'He's no ordinary student though' thought Oliver 'He's beautiful'

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The rest of the night went smoothly. Oliver got a bit nervous when Harry sat close to him but thought nothing of it because there were no more places to sit in the room where they could talk. Around 10:20 people started clearing out of the room and soon enough it was only Harry and Oliver.

Oliver glanced down at his watch.

"I had better go Harry. It's almost 10:30 and we both have classes' tomorrow." said Oliver

"Okay, yeah." Harry replied, both of them standing up.

"So I guess I'll see you Wednesday?" asked Oliver

"Yeah. Class and then practice, did you want to work on more plays that night too?" asked Harry

Oliver's heart jumped. Harry wanted to spend more time with him?

"Yeah that would be great. So I'll see you Wednesday." He said approaching the door.

Then he turned around. They were both just standing there looking at each other. Oliver just stood there but he could have sworn Harry was leaning in. Just then Ron and Hermione burst in the portrait. Then they froze.

"Well bye then Harry." said Oliver quickly leaving the room.

"Bye Oliver." said Harry.

Hermione and Ron both looked at Harry then back to each other.

"Harry can I speak to you for a moment." asked Ron

"Yeah sure mate." He replied

"Oh darn Ron I forgot a book in the library. I'm going to go get it. I'll be back soon. See you in a bit." Hermione said kissing his cheek and running out the room.

"What the bloody hell was that Harry?" Ron asked.

"What was what?" replied Harry

"You and PROFESSOR WOOD!" Ron said

"Oh we were just making some plays for Quidditch." He replied

"Oh no Harry that was not just making plays. You were going to kiss him weren't you? Harry we talked about this, you know it's against the rules."

"Okay Hermione..sorry I mean Ron. Or at least I thought you were Ron."

"Harry I am serious. You know you could get in a lot of trouble and he could get fired."

"I know. I just…never mind. I am going up to bed. Night Ron."

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Meanwhile Hermione was running down the corridor looking for Oliver.

"Professor Wood, please stop." Hermione yelled.

He stopped.

"Please Hermione, Oliver outside of class. I can't stand Professor." Oliver replied.

"Fine then Oliver, what just happened in the common room?"

"What do you mean what happened? Me and Harry were just making plays." Oliver replied.

"Oliver, I know what making plays are, Harry has tried it enough, and that was not making plays." She said.

Oliver went over to the wall and slid down it.

"Hermione, I am trusting you to keep this a secret right?"

"Right." She replied.

"There is something about Harry that makes my stomach jump. I have feelings for him. I know it." He said quietly.

"Oliver, you have been here 1 day! How can you know you have feelings for him?" she asked.

"I know it seems crazy. But I feel attracted to him, and I want to get to know him more. When I was at school here I felt nothing, probably because he was so young, but now I don't know. I do have feelings for him Hermione." He said

"Oliver, you know that's against the rules, right?" she asked.

"Yes," he groaned. "And I'm trying to stay away from him, but he's like a drug. I can't not feel what I'm feeling. It's like he knows I am attracted to him and he's messing with me. I can't help it. I'm trying but the feeling just doesn't go away."

"I understand. But please, don't do anything that could get you fired. This is your job; you have to take it seriously. Do you want me to talk to Harry?" she asked.

"No! I don't think I could stand him knowing. He will probably never want to talk to me again. Please don't Hermione."

"Okay, I won't. But remember about the rules Oliver. Goodnight." She said walking away.

"Yeah, Goodnight." he replied, walking the way to his room.

That night as he was going to sleep, Oliver couldn't get the picture of the green eyed boy out of his head.

"Stop it Oliver," he scolded himself, "control yourself."

He then downed a cup of dreamless sleep potion, knowing what he would dream about if he didn't, and went to sleep.

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