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AN - Quite possibly one of the oddest pairings I've ever written, I think.
Written for;
The Unusual Ship Bingo
The Variety Drabble Challenge
WC Without An - 396
Follow Your Heart
Oliver thought that all he needed to be happy was his broomstick and his keeper's gloves. He was living his dream, he was playing for a league team, he was the starting keeper. It should have been heaven on earth. It was for a while.
He didn't know when Quidditch wasn't enough any more. It could have been when he realised the only friends he had left were those he was on a team with. It could have been when he realised that when he went home after a hard training session, his bed was always cold.
Oliver ran his finger around the rim of his glass, thinking that he should probably go home, back to his empty flat, but making no move to follow through on the thought. He didn't want to be alone any more. Even though he sat by himself at the bar, there were still people milling about, giving some semblance of company.
"Hello, Oliver," a dreamy voice said suddenly, interrupting his self pity party. He looked to his left to see a dainty woman shuffling herself onto the barstool beside the one he occupied. She was beautiful, and vaguely familiar to him, though he couldn't see to connect her face with a name.
"Hi."
"Don't look so sad. Things will get better," she told him, and he frowned lightly. She seemed so sure of herself.
"I'm sorry, I don't remember your name," he replied after a moment.
"No, I don't supppose you do. I seem to remember you had a particularly bad case of the nargles in Hogwarts."
Nargles... Luna Lovegood. Harry's friend.
"Luna. It's nice to see you again."
She smiled, and his heart fluttered at the sight. She truly was beautiful.
"Can I buy you a drink?" he offered, his heart sinking when she shook her head.
"I'd much rather you took me on a real date, Oliver. You can pick me up at seven pm, tomorrow."
Slipping off the stool, she turned away from him, half skipping through the bar.
He called after her, "You didn't give me your address!"
She turned and grinned. "Follow your heart, Oliver Wood. You'll find me." And then she was gone.
He looked back at his half empty glass and smiled to himself. "I look forward to it."
