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"Ginny."
She groaned and pulled the pillow over her head.
"Ginny, you have to get up."
She groaned again. Harry sighed and rubbed his hands over his face. He hadn't known when he'd moved in with Ginny a year ago how impossible she was in the morning. He knew now.
"Ginny, you have a match. Holyhead's not going to keep you around forever if you're late for all the games." Ginny's groan was more like a shriek this time, and her arm flew out in Harry's direction. Harry was slow to duck.
"Ow! Gin!" He held his nose, making sure she hadn't broken it, and felt for his glasses. She'd knocked them clean off his head.
"If I'd known you'd turn abusive, I'd have left you for Romilda Vane a long time ago." He grumbled, slouching back onto the headboard. "I think you've begun to take me for granted." He said conversationally, "I mean, really. I'm Harry Bloody Potter! You're lucky I even deign to know your name, much less sleep with you on a regular basis."
Harry caught the pillow she'd thrown at his head. He settled it behind his back and looked down at her.
"See? Now you don't have a pillow. This is what happens once you start down the road of abuse." Ginny glared up at him sleepily.
"Hate you." She mumbled, her voice hoarse. Harry tsked at her, shaking his head condescendingly.
"Well that's just not true, is it? Now you've begun lying. I didn't realize someone's morality could deteriorate this quickly. You'll be in Azkaban before breakfast." Ginny sighed, apparently getting used to the idea that Harry wouldn't let her go back to sleep. She yawned and rolled onto her side, laying her head on her arm.
"You're awfully chipper this morning." She mused, yawning again as she looked at the clock. Only nine. She still had time before she had to go in for warm-ups. Harry grinned at her.
"Yeah." He agreed. She scowled at him.
"You'd think after last night you'd be a bit worn out." She muttered. His eyes widened into a mock-innocent expression.
"I dunno what you're talking about. I've forgotten what happened last night."
"Forgotten, have you? I definitely remember you being there…" Ginny frowned in confusion. "Sounds like you've got a memory problem, to me."
"Perhaps you'd like to jog it for me. What exactly did we do last night?" Ginny grinned, wide awake. She sat up and turned, settling down on his lap. She kissed him lightly and felt his hands settle on her hips.
"I think it started something like this…" She said, beginning to kiss her way down his neck. Harry pulled her back up.
"Really? Because I think I would have remembered that." He whispered, kissing her harder. She opened her mouth and he felt her tongue swipe against his lips. He hummed against her lips, tangling his tongue with hers. He pulled back a few minutes. Ginny chuckled and kissed his cheek.
"Remembered that, well enough." She said, climbing out of bed. Harry pulled her back down, rolling so he was on top of her.
"You know, I think it's coming back to me." He said, pulling her shirt up and kissing down her stomach. She gasped and arched into him, wrapping one of her legs around his torso. He paused around her navel, looking up at her.
"Is this right?" He teased. She nodded vigorously.
"I…I, uh…yeah. I think we were definitely….somewhere near this…position last night." She gasped, threading her fingers through his hair. Harry frowned.
"Near it? Ah, well. If we're not going to get it perfect, what's the point?" He began to push himself off her, but her leg tightened around him, pulling him back down.
"Trust me," she growled against his mouth, "you were pretty damn near perfect just then."
Half and hour later, Harry flopped onto his back, trying to catch his breath. Ginny lay panting beside him. After a few minutes, Harry lifted his head and surveyed the bed.
"We made a bit of a mess didn't we?"
Ginny looked, too, taking in the sheets and blankets wrinkled in a mess at the end of the bed. She stretched languidly.
"Ha! Now neither of us have pillows." She rolled into him, resting her head on his shoulder. Harry sighed dramatically.
"Well, I suppose we all have to make sacrifices."
Ginny yawned.
"Speak for yourself. I'll just use you." She closed her eyes and snuggled closer into his warmth.
"Not for long, you don't." Harry said, watching her get settled. "You've got a game at noon." He reminded her. She groaned and wrinkled her nose.
"You do it for me. I'm just not up for it today."
"As much as Gwenog wishes I were a girl and could be on her team, I'm not. And even if I was, it's a chaser she needs, not a seeker."
Ginny sighed and reluctantly sat up.
"Fine. I'll get up, but only because I just had quite a workout and am in dire need of a shower." She kissed him before scooting out of bed. Harry closed his eyes and heard her turn the shower on, cursing when it was too cold. He allowed himself to drift as he listened.
"Hey!" his eyes snapped open. He must have dozed while Ginny was in the shower. She stood now in the doorway of the bathroom. There was a towel wrapped around her body and her hair was dripping onto the carpet. She jabbed her toothbrush at him.
"Romilda Vane is a vile, evil, little harpy!" She shook her head at him, sending water droplets everywhere. Harry laughed.
"That bit finally sunk in, did it?"
She glared at him, sticking the toothbrush back into her mouth and disappearing back into the bathroom. Harry rolled out of bed, following her. He turned on the shower, waiting for it to warm up as she rinsed her mouth. He pulled her close.
"I don't take you for granted." She scowled. He only grinned back, bending down to kiss her.
"Whatever you say, love." He singsonged as he stepped into the shower. As soon as he shut the glass door, the crack of her toothbrush against it had him turning around.
"You've got to stop throwing things, Gin." He called. He laughed as she threw her towel against the door with a thwap.
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Ginny looked around the stadium as she pulled her gloves on. People were just beginning to arrive. Soon, the place would be full, but for now, the team could practice semi-privately. At Gwenog's whistle, she took off, sighing as she felt the first gust of wind blow across her face.
She zipped around the pitch, tossing a quaffle back and forth in seemingly random patterns to her fellow chasers. Too soon, she was called back down. It was the Tornado's turn to warm up. She paused on her way off the pitch to talk with Angelina Johnson before she ducked into the changing room.
"This is not just a game!" Gwenog was saying, "This is an opportunity. This is a battle. This is-"
"This is complete bollocks, Gwen. Just let us get dressed in peace!" yelled a voice from the back. A few girls sniggered. Their captain scowled.
"Fine! Ginny, watch your left handed throw. Krysta, for Merlin's sake, keep a hold on your bat this time, eh? Laura-" Ginny tuned her out and began pulling her hair into her usual game plait.
She smiled and hummed a little when she remembered earlier with Harry. She'd honestly never been this happy before in her life. It seemed like she wasn't even worth of this much happiness. She'd never once, in all the time she'd been so in love with Harry, actually thought that they'd be together. When he'd begun to give her those longing and heated looks her fifth year, she'd been too hopeful to breathe.
What have I even done to deserve it? She wondered, strapping her shin guards on. She knew that Harry was only joking earlier, but she also knew that she was in no danger of taking him for granted. Every minute that he was with her she was thankful. And so blissfully happy.
"Ginny?" Her head snapped up. Gwen was glaring at her. "Some of us have a little game to get to, if you don't mind?" She gestured to where the team was filing out as their names were read from the loudspeaker. She could hear the cheers of the crowd and her heart bumped with excitement. She sighed and fell in line behind Krysta. She was always the last to go out.
It had been a huge sticking point between Ginny and the team managers. Especially Regus, the team's managing supervisor.
"It's bloody stupid!" Ginny had argued to him. "There's always smoke and fireworks. No one else gets fireworks!"
"They're always your brothers'. You should be happy we give them business. Besides, you're the best player we've got. And the most famous." She stared at him for a long minute. He sighed. "And, yeah, you're practically married to the most famous wizard of all time."
"That's bullshit!"
"It's true. Listen, as much as you hate it, we need to keep your hype going. Since you've joined the team the owners say that tickets and merchandise sales are through the roof. The blokes love you because you're gorgeous. The girls love you because you're bloody good on a broom. The mum's love you because you're so bloody wholesome-" Ginny snorted, "-and the dads…well the dads would be watching anyways."
He'd stood up and clapped his hand on her shoulder.
"And even if it weren't for all this, you're dating Harry, you come from the most famous post-war family in England, and you bump elbows with more famous people than the minister. You've got a bloody good story, Ginny. People love you. Yours is the most popular jersey we sell. So yes! You're going to go last, and endure the smoke and the fireworks. Because that's what the people want. Take a page out of Harry's book and just keep the people happy, yeah?"
Ginny shook off the memory, watching Krysta fly out in front of her and wave to the crowd. She sighed as navy blue smoke began to cloud her vision and mounted her broom, kicking off as her name was called.
She flew around the pitch quickly, waving and smiling and "keeping the people happy" before making a bee-line to her family's private box. She pulled her broom close and pulled her gloves tighter, surveying the pitch as her brothers and Harry crowded around.
"Alright, their seeker's looking slow today, so don't worry about that."
Ginny scoffed at George. "Well yeah, I worry about that so often seeing as I'm a chaser. How's their keeper?"
Harry stepped in.
"He's on his game today, but his team didn't pitch him many through the right hoop, so aim for that one. It might catch him off guard. The beater with blonde hair has wicked aim and an even better arm. He almost knocked one of his own players out."
Ginny glared at George. "See? These are things I need to be hearing. At least someone's helpful." She said, winking at Harry
Ron snorted.
"Well you're just a bit biased, aren't you?" Ginny gave him a rude hand gesture, earning a reprimand from her mother.
"Speaking of bias, how's Angelina looking?" she turned back to George. There was a pause.
"She's looking really good, Gin. She's one of the best." Bill said.
"She had a really good warm-up. She looked as good as you." Ron said. Ginny felt a bit nervous, but she nodded at her brothers.
"Thanks." She called as the returned to their seats. Harry watched them go, lingering around the rail.
"Are you sure that's ethical? Sharing things about the other teams?" They heard Hermione ask Ron. He slung his arm across her shoulders.
"Not everything's ethical, love, but it makes for a bloody good game…" Ginny laughed when Hermione smacked the back of his head with her program.
"Hey." Harry caught her attention, talking fast. "Be careful, yeah? I wasn't joking about that beater." Ginny nodded. Harry glanced back at the Weaselys, making sure none were paying them any attention. He leaned further towards her.
"Have a good game. I don't want any hospital trips this time." He winked and leaned in to kiss her cheek as the referee blew his whistle, calling the players to the center of the field. Harry went back to his seat next to Ron.
"I hope she watches out for bludgers." He muttered, taking a handful of the peanuts Ron offered him. Ron nodded.
"Yeah, she tends to get pretty focused. Usually she doesn't look around at all." Ron seemed nonplussed and cracked into his peanuts.
"You're not helping, you know?" Harry scowled at him. Ron scoffed, popping another nut into his mouth.
"She had to watch you go off to war. I think you can handle watching her play quidditch." Ron said around the mouthful of peanut.
"You've been spending too much time with Hermione." Harry grumbled, turning back to watch the referee throw the quaffle into the air and release the snitch. He didn't see Ron tighten his arm around his wife and press a kiss to her hair.