The Quidditch Match
It was the day she’d been dreading for almost 3 weeks now, the Quidditch match. She’d unwillingly accepted an invitation to watch Natsu’s particularly annoying roommate play as a keeper and Lucy was less than pleased.
She wasn’t the biggest fan of the sport to begin with but nonetheless she had agreed to go, and the girl prided herself on being a woman of her word.
So, there they were, sitting layered in woolly clothes on the freezing cold stands in the sky. Well, all except Gray who seemed to have an immunity to the cold and was wearing nothing but a skimpy tank top and baggy jeans. Although saying that, he did also have Juvia as a portable heater that refused to let go of him, so he wasn’t completely devoid of warmth.
Gray and Juvia had what Lucy described to the other girls as a “one-sided situationship”. It was not as though Gray was seeking other relationships, and the others all believed whole heartedly that he did indeed like Juvia however, he was much to full of pride to ever admit he enjoyed her attention.
Juvia, on the other hand, told anybody who would listen that;
“Me and Gray are destined to be together.” Whilst simultaneously willing to heavily threaten anyone else who dared show interest in Gray.
This left Lucy in a slightly awkward position because she had grown quite close to the boy but simply in a platonic sense, and so Juvia was of the strong opinion that Lucy was trying to weasel her way into Gray’s love life.
“I see you eyeing up my love Lucy.” the bluenette snarled, still gripping tightly to a nonchalant looking Gray.
“I really don’t think-“ Levy attempted to defend her friend but Lucy lay a hand on Levy’s wrist. She was much used to the accusations and didn’t bother fighting anymore.
“Lu!”
Lucy whipped her head round and the second her eyes turned, her heart raced and a bright smile formed on her face. Natsu was waving through the crowd with his signature smile, pushing through the people and squeezing next to Lucy on the icy cold wood.
“You’re all better now?” She beamed and shuffled closer to the boy.
Lisanna, Levy and Cana exchanges knowing glances at the pair, though Lucy was oblivious to this.
A deafening shout broke through the messy noise. It was proffessor Porlyusica.
“Everyone take your seats!! Please welcome: GRYFFINDOR!” Everyone dressed in red and gold jumped up excitedly applauding.
“And once again welcome: SLYTHERIN!!” The sound was now a mixture of cheers from the left, the emerald dressed fans, and boos from all around Lucy.
From way up in the stands, Lucy caught a glimpse of unmistakable spiky ginger hair and giggled to herself.
Natsu watched this. His gaze grew confused and very slightly hurt. He didn’t like the fact that Lucy was looking so fondly at someone else. That smile was reserved for him.
However this was not the grin Natsu believed it to be. She was simply laughing at Leo’s smug smile, knowing full well he had no chance with her. No chance.
As the game kicked off, the 7 friends cheered and laughed amongst the thrill of it all. Natsu joined in of course, but his mind was elsewhere. He couldn’t get his mind off of the smile Lucy had given down to the boys on the pitch.
He didn’t want to care so much. In fact he hated how much it was hanging over his head. After all, Lucy had other friends besides him and he had no issue with that.
Natsu felt Lucy wrap her arms around him and looked down at her silky blonde hair. He wanted so badly in that moment to just reach out and touch it, stroke it gently. But Lucy was simply jumping up and down in enthusiastic cheer. Gryffindor must’ve scored he supposed but that didn’t matter anymore.
Natsu wrapped his own arms around Lucy’s waist and feigned excitement.
The hand placement around her made Lucy’s heart flutter. But she had to ignore it. After all the only reason he did it was due to confused excitement. Besides, Natsu was far too oblivious to realise how intimate and loving that specific hold was.
But our Natsu knew full well. He was purposely being gentle, this was the only way he could express himself without losing control. Any more than that and his mind would go blank. There was no mistaking it, he really did love her.