RP: The Quidditch Fundraiser

[rar_oliver]

Date: July 13, 1999.
Characters: Oliver Wood, many others.
Location: Cannon's Pitch.
Status: Public
Summary: The World Cup fundraiser goes over rather well.
Completion: InComplete

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[rar_hermione]

It had been a good match. Hermione wasn't fond of playing Quidditch, but she did enjoy watching it, even if she preferred to watch when Harry was playing. Regardless, she was glad that she'd accepted his invitation to attend the match. Not only because it had been enjoyable, but also because she wanted to support Oliver's work. She knew that he had been working on this for a while, so it was good to show support to a friend.

She saw a few familiar faces mixed amongst the crowd after the match. She wasn't sure if they were going to stay or leave, so she glanced at Harry and smiled. "I think I just saw Ron," she said, trying not to feel awkward at attending something like this without Ron being with them. He seemed to want his independence and felt that they were somehow holding him back, so she supposed that she'd have to get used to him not being with them. "Did you want to stay for a while?"

[rar_harry]

Harry looked over to where Ron was milling around and nodded. "Yeah, I didn't see him at the match, or I would've called him over or something," he said. He frowned slightly; he didn't know why they couldn't still go places, especially Quidditch places, together, even though Ron was moving out. But maybe Ron was with a girl, or something. That he could understand.

At Hermione's question, he eyed the food table and nodded. "Yeah," he said decisively, "I'm kind of hungry, and there's all this food. You want anything?"

[rar_hermione]

"Me either," she said, noticing Harry frown when he glanced at Ron. They hadn't talked about Ron moving out, but she thought he must know by now. She looked around at the crowd before she reached for his hand and squeezed. They had held hands in the past, before their relationship became romantic, so she thought it should be safe. Friends held hands, after all.

At his question, she looked at the food. "I could eat something. It looks really nice, doesn't it? Oliver and his committee have done a really good job."

[rar_harry]

"Yeah, they have," he said as they headed over to the table. "I know he's been working on it for ages -- and from the looks of it, they might've raised enough money to help the league."

He handed her a drink, and lowered his voice. "Thanks for coming, and everything," he said. "I know all this isn't really your thing."

[rar_hermione]

"I hope they have. I know it's important to be able to move on and show that the war hasn't ruined everything," she said thoughtfully. "Oliver has done well with organizing all this. I'll have to compliment him if we see him, or else I will next time we have lunch."

She took a cup from him and smiled. "Thanks for asking me, despite it not usually being my thing," she murmured softly. "You know, just because I don't like to play Quidditch doesn't mean that I hate the sport. I rarely missed any of your matches, after all, and I seem to have a fondness for Quidditch players. Well, a specific one, these days."

[rar_harry]

"No, you didn't," he mused, remembering that she'd been at all his matches at school, and during the summer. "I guess I figured you showed up because we're friends. But you're right. You do seem to have a Quidditch thing," he teased. "Especially not liking to fly at all."

[rar_hermione]

"Perhaps that's why I initially started to attend routinely, but I do enjoy watching everyone fly about. Watching you fly has always been amazing," she admitted. "I've always thought so, even before we-well, things changed."

She nudged his hip with hers. "You don't have to like playing or flying to enjoy watching. I've played during summers with you and the Weasleys before, though," she reminded him. "It's just very, very low on my list of favorite activities."