Two Can Play At That Game

By: ProngsLivesOn125

Disclaimer: If you really think that I own Harry Potter, you need to schedule an appointment at St. Mungo's. I don't own Harry Potter!

Summary: Post Hogwarts. He's and international quidditch star. She's a Reporter for the Prophet. Can two old friends find love in the midst of a lousy quidditch game? RE-WRITE!

Authors Note: This is a re-write. I went back to this story about 7 months after I had originally written it. I looked at the reviews and saw that someone told me it was a good story, but poorly written. So, as ambitious as I am, I decided to re-write it. I think this re-write is 110% better! So here it is.

Chapter One: No Use Crying Over Spilt Tea

A young man of 24 was awoken by the familiar tapping of owls on his London flat window. Owls constantly pelted your flat early in the morning when you were 'the boy who lived' and an international quidditch star. Harry received owls from everyone from the Headmaster at Hogwarts, to the Minister of Magic, and even the Coach of the English National Quidditch Team. Now that England had a chance at the cup, more and more owls were coming at him daily. Harry had gotten used to waking up this way. Harry put on his glasses and got up to let the owls in. He was surprised when there were only two. They were both jet-black. Harry knew who they were from in an instant. Only the Daily Prophet would send owl at 6:30 in the morning. Harry reached for the first owl that had landed on the end of his bed post. Unrolling the parchment, Harry read:
Dear Mr. Potter:
I am truly sorry to disturb you so early this morning but there is something rather important I want to discuss. We would like our new Wizarding Sports reporter to interview with you about your quidditch career and we would be much obliged if you allow us. It would mean a lot to THE DAILY PROPHET because of your astonishing performance in your last match against Japan. Please owl me back as soon as possible! Sincerely, Terry Boot, Editor, Wizarding Sports, Daily Prophet

Harry set the parchment down. Great, he thought to himself. I catch the snitch in twenty-seconds and now I have to explain it to one of those brainless people down at the paper. Harry opened up the second roll of parchment which read:

Dear Mr. Potter,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry– No, just kidding. This is from the new Wizarding Sports Reporter, Ginny Weasly. Yes, I got promoted. They are using this to see how I would do as an interviewer. You really don't have to give the interview if you don't want to, they just want to boost sales and try to 'keep up' with the latest sports news.
Anyway, Mum wanted to invite you to dinner on Saturday, and you'd better owl her as soon as possible; she thinks that you are in trouble if you don't owl her once every two weeks.
I can't wait to see you if you decide you want to do the interview. [If you do owl me back A.S.A.P. so we can decide where we could meet.] Owl Mum soon!! Love From, Ginny Weasly, Wizarding Sports Reporter

P.S. Hermione's pregnant again.

Harry set this letter aside chuckling. That was good, Harry though, reviewing the letter, and looking at the first sentence. That's Ginny for you, always knows how to make someone smile. He would write to the prophet and Mrs. Weasly later, but he decided to write to Ginny, after he put some eggs on the fire for breakfast. Harry fetched a quill and some parchment. He wrote:

Ginny– That was good with the opening; I thought I was going back to Hogwarts. Anyway, I'll be happy to give the interview to you. I got tickets for the Chudley Cannons yesterday, so do you think we could meet there? I'll come to your place [where is it by the way?] around five so we can get a spot to eat and then head to the game. I'm owling your mum as well, so I'll tell her not to worry. I must be going at the moment, I think I might burn my flat down trying to cook breakfast Love, Harry

P.S. Hermione's pregnant again??? How many kids is that girl gonna have??

He sent this letter off, and then went to go save his breakfast and his flat. [Harry was never much of a cook] He put out the eggs and then went off to write a letter to Mrs. Weasly, saying that he could come to dinner on Saturday.

At the Wizarding Sports office of the Daily Prophet, a young, 23 year old witch with red hair and freckles dashed across her face was hard at work. She was typing the article about the keeper from Belgium who had slipped on, the ice up in Finland after the match and wasn't able to play against the top ranked team in the league, Bulgaria. Excuses, Excuses, Ginny Weasly thought to herself, as her boss, Terry Boot, came up to her and asked if she had received any word about the Harry Potter interview.

"No, not yet, Terry, but Harry is pretty good at responding quickly." Ginny said as a tawny owl dropped a letter on her desk at that very moment.

"Need I say more?"
Ginny open the letter that Harry had written and told Terry that she would have the interview done by Saturday. Terry sighed in relief and Ginny thought that he worked too hard sometimes. This was the first good thing that had happened to Ginny all morning. After getting in to a row with her roommate, and her mother, nearly not getting all the information for this article, and now having to do another interview,(not that she minded going to get an interview with Harry) the days were getting more stressful as they went on. Ginny got back to typing the article, as another owl come swooping into the building, causing a man with a very large cup of tea to spill all over her. Ginny just sat there and thought, today was going real great.