Besides what you read on the outside…here is the rest. She has to choose between true love or staying on the team…and she is trying to still get them to the world cup. Lots of romance…little humor…little sports. Please read…I think you'll like, even though the summary sucks.

Hey everyone…here is another new story…probably the first one that I have ever prewritten….but anyway…hope you like.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter…but I do own this plot.

"Ron, Ron! Look, I got great seats at the match!" Ginny Weasly ran into her older brother's office, waving two tickets in her hand. Ron Weasly looked up from the official looking paperwork that he had been about to file. He smiled at the enthusiastic twenty-two year old girl.

"That's great Gin. Who are you going to take with you?" he asked, going back to shuffling the papers.

Ginny didn't miss a beat. "You, silly!" she waved the tickets in front of him, trying to bait him into going with her. His head seemed to follow the tickets for a moment, as she waved them in front of his face, but then he shook his head.

"Ginny, you know I can't go…I have to get that report for the Minister by tomorrow afternoon."

"But you haven't taken a break off in ages." Ginny whined, trying to use her "I'm the poor mistreated little sister" card.

"Come on, cant you get Fred or George to go?" He asked pleadingly. This was much too tempting, and they both knew that he wasn't going to be able to hold out much longer.

"No, because I can't take one without the other…they would skin me alive, and you know it." she said. He sighed…paused a moment.

"All right." He said smiling. "I'll go with you. Just give me time to get cleaned up from work, and I will meet you at you apartment at seven."

"Great," she replied. She wrinkled her nose. "You know, you really do work too much."

"Well that's easy for you to say. Then again, not all of us got a modeling job for Witch Weekly and get paid a lot and work great hours." Ron told her.

"Well why don't you get a girlfriend?" Ginny asked. She immediately wished she hadn't said it. Ron hadn't had a girlfriend since school. Since Hermione.

"Ah, you know I am barely able to support myself, much less some high class witch who needs me at her every beck and call." Ron said tonelessly. Ginny gave her brother a sympathetic look.

"Well I will see you later then." she said as cheerfully as she could manage.

"Yeah, later." Ron said quietly. Ginny left the office hurriedly, then Apparated back to her flat. She felt bad about bringing Hermione up and making Ron feel bad. She tried to remember when it all happened.

Hermione had decided to become an Auror, but they had gotten her to go on a faraway job to America. And her job had kept her away from Ron for almost two years, before she finally wrote a letter saying that she wanted to break up because she had found another young wizard there. Ron didn't really speak about her anymore. And here they were, three years later, and he was still mooning over her.

He has got to get himself a girl. Ginny thought to herself as she picked out some clothes to wear for the game that night. She finally settled on a pair of jeans, and a silvery, off the shoulder top, with a pair of low pumps. She looked at herself in the mirror. I could pass myself off as a muggle. She thought proudly. If only dad could see me now…

But she didn't finish the thought, it was too painful. Ginny tried not to think about that day…that awful day…but now her mind was drawn to it…

She could hear that horrible, cold laugh of his…it still rang in her ears…and she could still see the form of her father, running out in front of her to take a jet of green light…

Ginny shook the tears from her eyes. That was also the last day you ever saw Harry… her mind told her.

"I know!" she yelled at no one in particular. She didn't know what was wrong with her today…she was on a trip down memory lane…and there seemed to be an awful lot of wrecks coming up that she didn't want to remember. She refused to let herself think about it anymore.

She looked at herself in the mirror. "Ginny Weasly, you will go tonight to see this Quidditch game with your favorite brother…and you will have a good time." There, she felt better already. Now, her mind back on the game, she began to wonder what the match would be like. She hadn't ever seen this team play before.

At a quarter till seven, she whipped out her wand, and conjured a pot full of boiling water, into which she dumped some Easy Mac. She then proceeded to open up a bag of cereal and set it next to a bowl on the table.

A few minutes later, just as she was setting the table, she heard a Pop! And her brother was beside her.

"Your favorite, " she said, smiling sweetly.

"Unfortunately, not very healthy." Ron said laughing. Well at least he was in a better mood now.

Nothing is going to ruin this night for us. She thought. Nothing.