Quidditch and Blowing Bubbles
Disclaimer: I own nothing what so ever
Disclaimer: I own nothing what so ever.
Title: The Little Things that Matter
Challenge: All Aboard the Love Boat
Paring: Luna Lovegood and George Weasley
Prompt: Quidditch and Blowing Bubbles
Eight Months and Two Weeks BD
George sat on his broom counting the numbers. Of course they were one man down, as always.
It was once again another family Sunday, the kids (George, Harry, Ron, Ginny, and Bill) having gone to play Quidditch like usual. Charlie would have come to play, but he was stuck at the dinner table with the adults with a broken leg.
And so now, they were a man down. Hermione wouldn't come play of course, instead she sat below with a book, preferring to read about Quidditch rather than play it. Luna, however, sat down there watching them, her eyes wide with excitement.
"So what do we do?" Ron asked again. "There's no way Percy will go for playing and you all already know how Hermione feels about brooms and such."
George looked down at Luna who smiled and waved up at him. "Well . . . what about Luna?" he asked.
The others gaped at him. "Luna?" Bill said, as if he hadn't heard right.
"Yeah, why not?" George said. "We need a sixth player and I'm sure she wouldn't mind."
"Has she ever played before?" Ginny asked.
"I've never seen her play," Harry said.
"You're kidding right?" Ron said. "You may not have heard about Luna's crazy Quidditch commentary moment. I don't think she even knows what Quidditch is, let alone know how to play it."
"Come on, might as well give her a change," George said. "We've got an extra broom in the shed don't we? Ron go get it."
While Ron flew off to the shed, George flew down to Luna. "Have you ever played Quidditch before?" he asked her.
"No," she said smiling. "But I'd love to learn."
George grinned. "That what I like to hear. Here comes Ron with your broom. . . . Right, you're going to be a Keeper alright? All you have to worry about, is not letting the ball get through the goals, alright?"
He pointed up towards the makeshift goal post his family had constructed years ago. Luna smiled when he looked back to her. "I think I can do that."
"Good. Now, can you fly a broom?"
Luna bit her lip. "I've flown on a thestral before. Does that count?"
George hesitated, though he couldn't help but laugh to himself. "I suppose that's good enough. Go on, climb on."
Grinning now, she climbed onto to the broom, pushing up into the air like a natural. The others watched, surprised as she flew, just a little shaky, over to the goal posts, smiling down at George. "Ready!" she called down.
George flew up to Ginny, his other Chaser. "I hope you know what you're doing," Ginny said.
"Yeah me too."
"You realize, though, that if we lose after you backed up Luna so heavily, we're going to get laughed at for years after this."
"Yep. So we just keep them away from Luna's goal."
Surprisingly, the plan to just keep the ball on their side of the field actually worked. They managed to score tons of goals, not even giving Harry and Bill a chance to get past them . . . which was a very good idea.
Luna, being the very easily distracted girl that she was, just couldn't be a Keeper. Maybe she just needed a more interactive job, like Chaser or maybe even Beater, but as a Keeper, she was horrible. Every other time George turned to look at her, she was either floating lazily around the goal post or following a bird with her eyes. He heard her singing to her self at one point.
Well, at least she was having fun.
"Time out!" Ron called. As Bill, Harry, and Ron flew to the ground, Ginny and George flew over to Luna, who was currently floating after a slow blue bird.
"Keeping busy, Luna?" Ginny asked her.
"Oh yes," Luna said, smiling. "I never thought it would be this much fun to be on a broom."
"Your actually a very good flier," George told her. "Just keep up the good work."
As the game resumed, George snuck a quick glance over to the goal posts, where Luna was blowing bubbles off the end of her wand, creating little animal shapes. The wind blew her hair around and a bubble back into her face, popping against her nose and making her giggle.
It was only when she looked up at him, smiling over in his direction, did he realize that he had been openly staring at her. What was his problem?
"George heads up!" Ginny cried.
Harry shot paced George, the Quaffle under his arms as he sped for Luna, who had gone back to blowing bubbles out of her wand.
"Luna!" George cried out. "Luna, watch out!"
Luna looked up, surprised as Harry flung the ball towards the left post. Luna had been posted in front of the right. Needless to say, they were all even more surprised as Luna zoomed over, catching the ball just in front of the goal post.
"I've got it!" she cried as the ball soared into her arms. "I've got –"
And that's when Luna fell from her broom, falling through the goal post she had just blocked.
"Luna!" George cried out, pushing forward as fast as his broom would take him.
She was falling quickly, the ground coming up to meet her fast. But George reached her, holding out his hand. She reached up to him, his hand clasping around her wrist as he slowed himself down, straightening his broom horizontally as he continued to lower himself and Luna to the ground.
"You alright?" he asked her.
Luna looked down to the ground before looking back up at him, a shaky smile on her face. "I caught the ball," she said.
George laughed slightly, still moving down until Luna's feet touched the ground. He let go of her wrist and she sunk to her knees, visibly shaken. George jumped off his broom, kneeling down in front of her. "Are you alright?" he asked again.
"I caught the ball, George," she said, lifting up the ball that had stayed under her arms this whole time. Her voice still sounded shaky and it was clear that the experience had frightened her, but George couldn't help but smile.
"You did, Luna," he said, ruffling her hair lightly.
The others had landed, running across the field towards them, Hermione catching up with them. "Is she alright!" Bill and Ginny called.
"She's fine," George called back to them. He looked at Luna. "You are fine, right?"
She nodded, smiling at him. He took hold of her arms and gently lifted her to her feet, putting an arm around her to steady her.
"Merlin, that was some catch, Luna," Harry said, grinning. "I didn't know you could play Quidditch."
"Talk about a catch!" Hermione said. "I didn't think George was going to make it on time."
"We won't count that last goal alright?" Ron said. "George's team wins."
"What last goal, you git?" Ginny said. "Luna caught the ball."
"But then she fell through the goal post. Others would count that as a goal."
"She could've gotten seriously injured, Ronald! And your sitting here worried about some goal!"
"I'm not worried about it, Ginerva! That's why I said we didn't have to count it!"
George rolled his eyes at his younger siblings. Looking down at Luna, he said, "Come on, let's go get you something to eat."
Luna nodded, leaning into George like it was the most natural thing as they walked back to the Burrow.
A/N: So I hope you guys liked this one. Thanks for reading.