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Title: Grown Up Miss Chang
Author: [livejournal.com profile] katmarajade
Written for: [livejournal.com profile] shygryf
Pairing: Oliver/Cho
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 444
Prompt: wintergreen
Summary: Oliver showed up to the league-wide, multi-team, pre-season boot camp with low expectations. Then he saw her.

Oliver showed up to the league-wide, multi-team, pre-season boot camp with low expectations.

Then he saw her.

She was standing on the pitch, chatting with one of the assistant coaches, wearing a snug, wintergreen top. One hand on her broom, one hand on her hip, her stance was bold and confident, just the way a good Quidditch player should be. He drank in her athletic figure with the hips that flared out spectacularly, something you rarely saw on a professional Quidditch player.

Then she turned, and Oliver couldn't help but blush just a bit. He'd been leering at an old Hogwarts school mate. Cho had been three years below him at school. She'd been a rather scrawny girl in Ravenclaw who blushed a lot and flew like a bat out of hell. A fellow Scot, he remembered how her soft, sweet brogue had been so at odds with the ace flyer who took no prisoners on the pitch.

Grinning, he strode over to say hello.

Her quiet Hello, Oliver, made his chest tighten and he couldn't help the delighted chuckle that burst forth at the way her eyes lit up at the whistle telling them to mount up.

He watched her zip by him in drills, darting and weaving as only a great Seeker could, and flying circles around nearly everyone else on the pitch, himself included.

When the last whistle blew and the coaches called for them to hit the showers, he couldn't resist a devilish smirk at Cho, who smirked right back at him.

"You've grown up, Miss Chang," he teased.

"So have you. When we were at school, I could have played matches naked and you would never have taken your eyes off the Quaffle."

"I don't know if I'd go that far!"

"Well, maybe we'll have to find out sometime," she taunted, the handsome flush of exercise on her cheeks and an enticing, teasing glint in her brown eyes.

Oliver's eyebrows flew into his sandy fringe, and he had to clarify. "So you're going to fly naked when Puddlemere plays Appleby?"

"I was thinking a more private experiment," she said, straight-faced. "Pick me up tomorrow night at eight." With that she turned and walked towards the showers, hips swaying in a tantalizing cadence.

"Wait! Where do you live?" Oliver shouted after her.

She spared a quick glance back and offered him a soft smile, that same shy smile he remembered from back at Hogwarts. "If you want this as much as I do, then you'll figure it out."

He stared at her retreating form in stunned silence, a dopey grin slowly taking over his face. He'd always loved a challenge.
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