I got the inspiration for this reading a one shot on here (can't remember the name sorry but if you know it comment it please) it's the same kind of setting idea but different plot and all that. So this is set after Hogwarts both Y/n and Oliver are after signing contracts with professional Quidditch teams (different teams) and have been asked back to Hogwarts during the summer to coach a Quidditch camp. Y/n was a Ravenclaw and a year younger than Oliver in school, Y/n was also dating Marcus Flint in Hogwarts. Oliver is out of school 5 years, Y/n out 4 years. Au when Voldemort just didn't exist or whatever.
"L/n?" A voice came from behind Y/n as she stood outside the broom shed, her broom leaning against the shed. She turned around to see Oliver Wood walking towards her, broom in hand, a whistle around his neck and a Quidditch jumper on. "Well, I didn't expect this,".
"What that's supposed to mean?" Y/n teased slightly with a laugh. Her and Oliver weren't great friends in school. They played for different teams, but they were civil with each other and got on well whenever they did talk, although it was mostly about Quidditch.
"Nothing, sorry, it was just when McGonagall told me I'd be doing it with someone else I just didn't expect it to be you," Oliver explained quickly, as Y/n laughed at him getting ever so slightly flustered. She wasn't offended or anything. She didn't really except herself do be doing this either. "Not that I'm not happy. I remember you being a great flier. You're signed with the Arrows, aren't you?"
"Ya I am," Y/n nodded. Oliver was referring to the Appleby Arrows. They wore pale blue robes, their crest was a sliver arrow pointing upwards and they offered Y/n a contract fresh out of Hogwarts which she signed for 4 years, it was up at the end of the season. The Arrows were a good team, not as good as Puddlemere, who signed Oliver, but still good. Her contract was nearly up, though, and she hadn't decided whether or not she'd sign an extension as she was getting offers from a couple of other clubs.
"Wood!" McGonagall called out at the walked down to the broom shed towards the pair. Oliver turned to look at the women walking down to them as he smiled, placing his broom next to Y/n's before giving McGonagall a hug.
"Professor!" Oliver responded. McGonagall was he favourite teacher when he was in school purely because Oliver was her favourite student, and she didn't even bother trying to hide it.
"You're ages out of Hogwarts Wood, call me Minerva, you too L/n," McGonagall told Oliver and Y/n, greeting them with a smile. "I'm so glad the two of you agreed to come coach the students, sorry L/n I know you were a Ravenclaw, but Gryffindor haven't won the Cup since you left Wood, it's killing me. The students are a mix of all the houses, of course, but I strongly encouraged Gryffindors to sign up,".
"Perfect, by the time we're done with them, they'll be flying circles around the rest of the students," Oliver grinned, nudging Y/n slightly as she smiled. "Where are the students?"
"Oh, they're up in the castle," McGonagall explained. "I'll send them down to you if you guys are ready,".
McGonagall walked back up to the castle to send down the students as Y/n and Oliver made their way onto the pitch with their brooms, Oliver carrying a chest of the balls over his shoulder, onto the pitch. Oliver stood at the chest and opened it as he took the Quaffle, throwing it up in the air and catching it as Y/n watched him.
"I'll grab another chest from the broom shed if we need more balls later," Oliver said, putting the Quaffle back as Y/n nodded, walking towards him. Y/n looked at Oliver as she watched him looking around the pitch. He had put on more muscle since Hogwarts, probably whatever training plan Puddlemore had them doing . His hair has grown out a little more as well since Hogwarts, but his mannerisms seemed to be the exact same. "It's weird being back, huh?"
"Ya," Y/n hummed as she walked over and stood next to Oliver who has now stopped and was looking up to the stands "It's weird thinking that our entire lives used to revolve around school Quidditch, I remembering training out here in the freezing cold and our late night tactic talks in the Ravenclaw common room and the build up to when we'd play Gryffindor, all of us chasers getting warned about how good you were. Roger had studied your every movement, he'd find us in-between classes to give us notes and updates about you,".
"That's funny because I used to do the exact same thing about you," Oliver laughed as he remembered back fondly. "Godric, I was obsessed, I used to find the girls in between classes as well when I figured out or noticed things you did so they could try and defend you better. Ah well, I guess I still am obsessed,".
"You were obsessed," Y/n commented as Oliver laughed. "The only time we ever talked was when we were talking about Quidditch,".
"Ya well that was because -,"Oliver didn't get to finish his sentence because a bunch of students, around 30 of them came flooding onto the Quidditch pitch, all in their gear and Quidditch jumpers, broomsticks in hands all eagerly looking towards Y/n and Oliver for direction. "Alright keepers behind me, chasers behind Y/n, beaters to my right and seekers to my left,".
All the students started shuffling around getting into their groups as their was about 5 keepers, 4 seekers, 8 beaters, and 13 chasers, Oliver doing a quick head count.
"Right and quick show of hands how many of you play with your house team," Oliver said as about two thirds of them raised their hands, Oliver and Y/n doing a quick scan of the group. Oliver pointed at three of the chasers. "You go fetch a bag of quaffles, and the two of bring a another chest of balls out,".
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Oliver and Y/n were two weeks into the coaching and were really enjoying it. Since the camp was organized by McGonagall, everyone stayed in Gryffindor dorms regardless of their house. Oliver was given the seventh year boys dorm, and Y/n was given the sixth year boys dorms, which were right next to Oliver. It was mostly Oliver and Y/n with the 30 students on the grounds along with McGonagall and Dumbledore popping in every now and then and house elves cleaning and making food for them. For meals, since there were so few of them, they all just sat at the Gryffindor table.
Y/n and Oliver were cleaning up after the training session, Oliver got two fifth years to carry bag the chest as Oliver and Y/n stuck around to gather the Quaffles and put them in the bag. Y/n threw Oliver a Quaffle, which Oliver caught and put into the bag.
"You know I fancied you back in Hogwarts," Oliver said out of nowhere as Y/n raised her eyebrows in shock, beginning to walk off the pitch with him as Oliver flung the bag of Quaffles over his shoulder. "I used to get so nervous around you as well. The only time I did work up the courage to talk to you I blabbered on about Quidditch,".
"Why did you never say anything? I always thought you just about tolerated me enough to talk to me about Quidditch," Y/n responded as Oliver laughed lightly looking at the ground, and Y/n smiled, looking at him. It had been two weeks, but they felt like they had gotten closer in those two weeks than they ever did in Hogwarts.
"I don't know, you were with Flint for ages, and as you saw first hand, how bad my social skills were," Oliver laughed as Y/n nodded with a small laugh as well. "Are you still with Flint?"
"Marcus? No, I'm not.We separated a while ago, our lives were just too different," Y/n responded as Oliver nodded, holding back a slight smile. Y/n moving the topic away from Marcus. "Your social skills weren't that bad in Hogwarts. When we actually did talk, I quite enjoyed our conversations. I always thought you were quite sweet,".
"Sweet? Ouch," Oliver teased, holding his hand to his chest with a grin as Y/n rolled her eyes playfully hitting Oliver."Is that all I was to you? The sweet boy you played Quidditch against and occasionally talked to you about it,".
"Pretty much," Y/n laughed. She also liked Oliver in Hogwarts before she was with Marcus, but she was going to keep that to herself. "But you're different now."
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It was the last week of the camp, and Y/n and Oliver were after getting really close. They had talked more in a couple weeks then they ever did in 7 years at Hogwarts, it was partially because they were the only two adult in the whole campus and were forced to talk to each other if they didn't want to be talking to teenagers, but it was also because they clicked really well together. Y/n's Quidditch jumpers were dirty at the moment because it had been raining for the last couple of days, so she was on her way to Oliver's room to ask to borrow one of his. Reaching his door, she knocked on it, waiting for an answer.
"Come in," Y/n heard Oliver call as she opened the door. She stepped into the room to see Oliver coming out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist and hair wet. He had just been for a shower. Y/n caught herself staring as Oliver smirked. Oliver was very toned and muscular, Y/n couldn't help but look, his abs, his arms, and his V line all on show. "Eyes up here, love. You alright?"
"Right ya, I came in here to ask to borrow a Quidditch jumper, all mine are dirty," Y/n explained, averting her eyes from Oliver's torso and towards his eyes, his wet hair falling down into his face. Oliver nodded, looking around the room.
"Ya, the majority of mine are dirty too," Oliver said, rummaging around his room as Y/n watched him. Oliver picked up a navy-blue Quidditch jumper, grinning slightly. "Is a Puddlemere one alright?"
"Practically blasphemy," Y/n joked, taking the jumper off Oliver as he smiled, sending her a wink. Y/n held the jumper up to look at it as Oliver watched her. "I guess it'll do,".
Y/n took the jumper and began to leave as Oliver called after her. "I can't wait to see you in it," and Y/n smiled to herself.
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The new season started, and Y/n had signed a contract with Puddlemere when her's had expired with the Arrows. She was dressed in Puddlemere gear for her first training session with the team. She has gotten the Puddlemere home stadium for training a little earlier than she was told, so she'd be ready.
"If it isn't Y/n L/n," A familiar voice said from behind Y/n as she felt a smile spread across her face, turning around to be met by Oliver Wood. Y/n dropped her broom on the ground as she wrapped her arms around Oliver's neck, Oliver wrapping his arms around Y/n's waist. Y/n and Oliver had been writing to each other ever since the camp during the summer , Oliver was some of the reason Y/n chose to sign with Puddlemere. "Finally joined the best team I see,".
"Ah well, you talked me into it," Y/n grinned as she picked up her broom off the ground and gave Oliver a slight nudge as he smiled. Oliver was delighted when Y/n agreed to sign with Puddlemere. It meant he got to play with her, and he got to spend more time with her.
"Here, I'll show you around before training starts," Oliver offered as Y/n nodded, beginning to follow him.
Y/n and Oliver quickly got closer and closer as the team picked up almost immediately what was going on between them . They'd always be chatting to each other before and after training, they were always partners for warm ups and drills and once during an interview Y/n was doing, Oliver came up with one of the beaters on the team, picking Y/n up and carrying her around for a bit laughing as she insisted they put her down to finish the interview.
By the end of the season, Oliver and Y/n had gotten really friendly, and they had also gotten to the final, which both Oliver and Y/n were really excited about. After the win in the semi-final, Y/n celebrated with Oliver in his house and ended up staying the night at Oliver's and being woken up to Oliver kissing down her neck and a mixture of pain in her legs from the match and the 'celebrations'.
"You ready?" Oliver asked as he stood next to Y/n, waiting to head out onto the pitch for the biggest match of their lives. Y/n felt kind of sick. She never handled nerves well and now wasn't any different.
"No," Y/n replied, shaking her head still facing forward as Oliver turned to look down at her in concern . Oliver wrapped an arm around Y/n, giving her a squeeze as Y/n smiled weakly back at him. Oliver placed a kiss on top of Y/n's head and muttered a 'you'll do great love' as Y/n nodded. The team walked out together as the ref got the captains to shake and told them to mount their brooms, Oliver gave Y/n a reassuring nod and a wink before flying to the goals. They won the match. Oliver and Y/n flew to the ground with the rest of the team, Oliver and Y/n discarded their brooms as Y/n ran over to Oliver, Oliver picking her up with ease and spinning her around as Y/n hugged him with a massive smile. Oliver put Y/n down as Y/n placed a kiss on Oliver's cheek before going to celebrate with the rest of the team.
"Well done, L/n," Jack, the captain and seeker, said as Y/n went over to give him a hug, Jack lifted her off the ground slightly. Jack put Y/n back down as she hugged him again rocking back and forth with him, Jack had caught the snitch and won the game for them so Y/n was delighted with him. Oliver was watching this entire thing happen, getting ever so slightly jealous. Jack walked over to collect the cup as Y/n made her way around to the rest of the team and coaches before lining up with the rest of the team to get their medals. Oliver stood behind Y/n in the line, wrapping an arm around her front as Y/n held his arm and looked up at him with a grin, Oliver placing a kiss on the top of her head again.
The medals were given out, and the cup passed around as everyone got pictures with the trophy and their teammates. Jack came over to give Y/n the cup to hold as Oliver wrapped an arm around Y/n's shoulder upon seeing Jack. Jack handed Y/n the cup, as Oliver gave him a look and a camera flashed, causing Y/n to blink hard. The photographer moved away as Y/n noticed the way Oliver was being around Jack, raising her eyebrows when it clicked.
"What's up with you," Y/n asked when Jack moved away as Oliver looked at his blankly. "We're just after winning the match and you look like you want to kill the man who won it for us, I don't know how much longer we could have held on if Jack didn't caught the snitch when he did,".
"I don't know what your talking about, I don't want to kill him," Oliver shrugged looking away from Y/n as Y/n smirked, attempting to look him in the eye.
"You're jealous," Y/n stated as Oliver opened his mouth to protest, Y/n cutting him off. "You actually fancy me. That night wasn't a one-off thing. I thought it was just with the emotion of winning the semi, but it wasn't, was it?"
Oliver rubbed the back of his neck, looking at Y/n with a lobsided grin, and shrugged. Y/n stepped forward towards Oliver and kissed him, pulling back with a smirk as Oliver grinned. Oliver leaned down, kissing Y/n as the two of them were in their own world soaking in the moments.
"You want to stay over a mine tonight," Oliver asked, pulling away from the kiss, and Y/n smiled and nodded, Oliver winking.
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Y/n woke up as she felt an arm drape over her waist . Y/n blinked awake as she turned around under the arm to face her boyfriend of a year, Oliver, who was still asleep. Y/n looked at Oliver's resting features with a smile, a placed a soft kiss on his lips to wake him up.
"Morning, love," Oliver muttered in his raspy morning voice as he opened his eyes. He tightened his arm around Y/n waist at this point, smiling at her tiredly. Y/n lay on he stomach, propping herself to look down at Oliver, Oliver smirking up at her. Oliver pulled Y/n down on top of him as he began placing kisses on her neck.
"Oliver -" Y/n trailed off as Oliver moved his kisses down to her collar bone, moving do that Y/n was now under him. Y/n left out a moan when Oliver started sucking on his sweet spot as she could feel him smiling against her skin. Oliver moved his way down Y/n's body, stopping at her stomach, lifting the Puddlemere jersey she was in with a grin, and beginning to place kisses on her stomach Y/n felt a knot forming in her stomach as Oliver sucked and kissed in, eventually moving down again to her thighs. Oliver teased Y/n, pulling at her shorts as Y/n groaned, leaving her hand travell down to his hair. Oliver smirked, moving back up to Y/n's lips as she rolled her eyes at his teasing.
"How about we go for a shower, love?" Oliver asked with a smirk as Y/n smiled with a nod, Oliver picking her up off the bed and carrying her to the bathroom.
Hope you liked it! Leave requests and comments, give me ideas of what you liked and dislike so I can try and improve and do them in ways you like. If you see Roger written anywhere Marcus should be just leave a comment and I'll fix it, I originally had Y/n dating Roger Davis before I realized he was the same year as Fred and George Weasley so I decided to change it.