This is the first Fan fiction I've ever written. Originally a one shot but if I get enough feedback I might continue it.
Luna watched the game closely, Puddlemere United was obviously the team to root for but she stayed quiet just watching, as her friends cheered and hollered. Harry screamed louder then everyone else as the Seeker caught the Snitch. The game had ended, Puddlemere United had won against all odds. There was jumping, screaming, and and all sorts of jolliness breaking put around her, not by only her friends but everyone in the crowd. It had been a good game.
Luna enjoyed watching her friends in their joy. It had been far to long since they let themselves go like this. Harry's smile got even brighter when the Puddlemere United Keeper caught up with them afterwards, the handsome man talking animatedly as they walked off towards the pub nearby. A bright glimmer in the grey sky caught Luna's attention and she silently left her friends. Not really in the mood for drinks or the like anyways.
She stood in the middle the pitch face stretched upwards, the grey clouds that had blocked the sun all day finally dissipated. Revealing the bright afternoon sun. She reeled in this moment, the sun kissing her skin a soft breeze blowing through her hair. Nature without magic was truly something to treasure. Her arms stretched out and she spun on her tip toes in a little dance when she heard a deep baritone, genuine laugh. The keeper of Puddlemere United, the one she had seen go off with the rest of the gang, was standing behind her. Her eyes darted around the surrounding areas. Half expecting to see them come out from behind a nearby tree, but the two of them were completely alone.
"The sun feels better in the air." He said stepping closer to her, still in his Quidditch robes from the game, a broom gripped tightly in his left hand. Her gaze lowered to lean chest, making out the name embroidered in a soft subdued yellow across the pocket of the vivid teal robes. Oliver Wood, was written in hard block letter. The name hard to read in that color against that shade of blue. The name finally clicked inside her head. Oliver Wood, Harry had talked so much about him during the first few years of their friendship that she had once mistakenly called Oliver his boyfriend to Ginny and got the silent treatment for three days. Seeing him now though, Luna was certain this man would not be interested in Harry in any sort of romantic way. The thought seemed ludicrous to her now and she had to stifle a laugh.
"I'm not much of a flier." She said trying to cover up the catch in her voice from suppressing her giggle.
Oliver's eyes caught her gaze and held on. A soft curiosity behind them and Luna knew he was captivated by her like most men now were. She was an enigma that often needing figuring out. "Do you trust me?" He asked kindly, not at all what she had expected. She gave him half a smile and nodded, her mess of wild blonde curls bouncing with the movement and she took his gloved hand. He swung her around, placing her gently on the broom before getting on behind her. He gripped her waist softly as the rose in the air faster then she had expected.
She gripped the broom tight, the slightly jagged wood biting into her palms. It was clear to her that this was an old broom, broken in. It amazed hernthat a man who made more galleons in one game then she did in a year at the paper didnt buy a new broom. He obviously needed one. For some reason that fact made her relax and she loosened her grip on the handle, the wood more of a nuisance then a pain now. Her heart was racing as they rose higher in the air, a catch in her stomach joining it. This was too high. "Relax." He whispered into her ear, pushing her hair out of his face by twisting it over her opposite shoulder. With a deep breath she lifted her shaking hands off of the broom handle completely, feeling her heart beating violently against her rib cage. The broom didn't waiver or twitch. Oliver kept it steady, her cheeks began to sting slightly as she smiled wide into the sun.
"Woooooooo!" She screamed loudly, her voice echoing back at them. Oliver's chuckle lighting her nerves up again and she grasped the broom. His one hand wrapping tighter around her, bringing her flush up against him. They landed ontop of a cliff, one that had not been visible from the Pitch. The sky a burnt orange, as if the sun were burning away the clouds. Oliver stayed back with the broom as Luna walked closer to the edge of the cliff. The stone crumbling under her feet as she glanced down, an uneasy feeling settling in the pit of her stomach and she quickly stumbled backwards towards the safety of sturdy ground. Oliver rushed forward, snaking an arm around her before she landed on her backside. A soft scarlet blush spread across her hurting cheeks, it wasn't the closeness of him, but the way he was looking at her. Never before did someone stare at her with such raw... Hunger.
"You really don't like heights." He responded making no move to let her go.
"Heights are so bad really." She said softly moving herself out of his grasp. Standing just out of his reach. "I'm terrified of the Glutchen Effect." She stated. He squinted his dark eyes at her, obviously confused. After a moment of intense silence he spoke up.
"Okay, I'll bite. Whats the Glutchen Effect?" She struggled inwardly for a moment before she answered.
"I thought everybody knew about the Glutchen Effect was. The Minster of Magic and the muggle Prime Minister are working together. The created a super potin and put it high into the air to make people love them."
"Is that so horrible?" He asked and promptly received a deep meaningful glar from Luna.
"Love is something that should be freely given not forced."
The sun set on their conversation and Oliver flew them back to the pitch. Luna was almost sad the day was over and as a general rule she tried to never be sad. Oliver lifted her off the broom and onto her feet. His eyes looking at her in that way again that she found very disconcerting.
"Thank you." She whispered into the chilly night air. Goose bumps rising on her skin. he lifted a hand to her cheek, rubbing the small bumps in her skin, forcing her to keep looking at him. He lifted his other hands and placed it on the other side of her face. She knew what he was going to do now and a small part of her wanted to run.
"Any time." He muttered softly a mere second before his lips touched hers. A series of bright lights burst behind her closed eyes at the movement of his lips against hers. She pushed her hands up against his chest, knocking the poor boy on his butt in the dirt. He stared up at her completely dumbfounded. Luna, embarrassed by her reaction to the kiss turned on her heels and ran away from him. A operating at the Borrow moments later, where she hoped Ginny would be alright with her staying for the night. She really needed her best friend.