A/N: This was a prompt submitted for writing and since it fits into the Ginny plays Quidditch meme I do like to write on, here you are: imagine the holyhead harpies playing against the chudley cannons and ginny inviting ron to meet the cc players and even have dinner with them

I've got a few more Quidditch stories in the files, but they are on the back-burners for now. They'll eventually get written - maybe. -DG

"And Stephens catches the Snitch. Holyhead wins!"

Ron fell back into his chair and groaned dramatically. "Bloody hell. Thank Merlin that's over with today. I don't think I could have stood much more of the carnage."

Hermione looked up from her book and smiled at her husband. That word still felt funny in her mouth. But then they'd only been married two weeks. "Did you honestly expect them to beat the Harpies today, while your sister is riding as Second chaser? You know better than I do and I still won't bet against her."

"Damn right he won't." Harry smirked at his best mate. "He'd have lost galleons today had I taken his bet. But I don't make or take sucker bets."

Ron thrust up a rude gesture at his best friend. "You never know with Quidditch. Anything can happen out there."

"And Ginny will get knocked off her broom. Yeah, right. Now come on… we're going to have fun."

"Fun? What are you on about?"

Harry winked at Hermione and she smirked. "Ron, this is part of their wedding present to us."

"What? I know that Ginny and Harry got us top box seats for the match today. That was fantastic. What else could there be?"

Harry smiled so hard that his face was starting to hurt. "What if I told you that Ginny and Hermione made arrangements so that you, me, and Ginny could go meet the members of the Cannon's this afternoon?"

Hermione turned to look at her husband and smirked at the gobsmacked look on his face.

"You're shitting me. No fucking way."

Hermione rolled her eyes at her husband but honestly couldn't get mad at him today. The smile on his face reminded her of a confunded giant. Instead she leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. "Way, love. Now you and Harry run along and have fun this afternoon. I'll see you whenever you get home."

Ron stood up and took three steps towards the doorway to the stairs before stopping and turning to look at Hermione. "What are you doing if Harry and I are with Ginny at the meet and greet?"

Hermione finished collecting her things in her beaded bag. "I'm going to visit my parents. I've not seen them in two weeks and I told Dad I'd swing by this afternoon for tea."

"You want me to come by once we're done?"

Grief and anguish rolled across her face before she slid the stoic mask back on. Ron knew better than anyone else. "No, I'm sure I won't be there long enough for you come by. I figure Mum will say something and I'll walk out again and head home."

"If you're sure…"

"Oh I am. Now you two run along and I'll see you later."

Ron left first while letting Harry try to keep up with his best mate clearing a pathway. Ron's long strides even among the crowd of fans made it hard to keep up with him. But then this was worth losing him in the race to the bottom and getting to meet the players for the Cannons.

He bounced on his toes, trying not to look like he's 8 and going to his first professional Quidditch match with his Dad and the twins. Dad won tickets at work, at least that was the story he was told, and they had such a terrific time. Sure, the Cannons lost to Exmoor, but Ron was instantly hooked. The twins let him know, in no uncertain terms, that he couldn't cheer for Exmoor since they were their team. But he could cheer for the Cannons since they were losers and no one cheered for them.

Ron proudly wore Orange from that day forward. He still caught hell for it from everyone else.

Ron made it to the queue area first. He didn't have to be in line, waiting like an eager ickle who was meeting their current Quidditch idol. Eventually Harry showed up, looking winded and slightly beaten about the body. "Where'd you run off to? It's not like we have to wait."

Ron thrust two fingers behind him to his best mate. Harry chuckled behind his back. "You do know that we're supposed to meet Ginny at the Harpies dressing room, right?'

Ron stalked away while Harry was laughing at the coarse epithets dripping from his lips. "Just quit your griping you git. We're not going to miss anything today."

They took their time walking around the corridor to the visitor's locker room. But once they got close to the Harpies confines, Ron stood there befuddled. "Harry, there's a crowd here."

Harry waved him off. "Well, yeah. This was your sister's idea. She said to get more arse in the seats, they should do more PR after a match. So, the few popular players come out and they do meet and greets. The kids love it and the parents get to meet the players too. And from what I'm told, attendance is up fifteen percent which means more money for the players."

"How come there's never a crowd like this for the Cannon's?"

Harry gave him a sideways look. "You're joking, right?" Harry looked at his best mate who had a serious look on his face. "Ron, they're always at the bottom of the English league. They've not won a match in decades. The fans who come out are for the other team." Harry was getting exacerbated. "You're probably their biggest fan in the stands."

"That's shite and you know it."

"Then why is the stadium for the Cannons only half full and it's half the size of the Puddlemere stadium?"

"It's cause the owner is a cheap bastard."

Harry shook his head. Ron would never get over how pathetically terrible the team really was.

They both turned when the doors to the locker room opened and there were squeals of joy from the fans greeting the players and coach. Sure enough, Ginny was there among the crowd, immediately signing autographs and taking pictures with the kids. She wasn't the smallest player on the team. That honor was for their seeker, Maureen Fitzsimmons, a sprite of a woman who made Ginny look like a brute by comparison.

Maureen came out and so did Gwenog. She'd been in the league for years and would probably have to be yanked off her broom to get her to retire. Yet she saw them in an instant and nodded her head.

Harry and Ron stood back from the crowds, letting the fans have their meet and greet. Ron watched how each of the players was polite, even when the occasional father got too excited meeting one of the ladies. Maureen got the worst sometimes but Gwenog never get more than an arm's reach away from her.

The guys waited 'til the players finished. Only then were they waved over to the front door to the locker room. "I'd invite you in but Ron might melt from embarrassment if he saw the players out of their kit."

Harry looked at his best mate and saw that Ron was already flushed. "Yeah, I reckon that's a bad idea today."

"So how about this? Give me ten minutes and then we'll go out to the pub we frequent to get some pints with the Cannons."

"The Cannons?" Ron muttered in a choked whisper. "You mean the blokes from the team? Like the guys who play Quidditch for Chudley?"

"Yes, dear Brother of mine. We're meeting them at the pub for a few pints and talking shite like we normally do. Didn't you know that?"

"No, no one told me 'bout that."

"'Course we do. Everyone does that 'cept those sods from Puddlemere. Those posh twats wouldn't be caught dead drinking English beer with the likes of us."

"You mean I get to meet some of the players?"

Ginny could have sworn she turned into Hermione with her eyeroll. "Yes, this is your gift from us. You're going to drink with the team and have some fun with us this afternoon. I just have to return you in one piece by tomorrow morning."

Ginny stood up on her toes and whispered in Harry's ear. He nodded before she gave Harry a kiss on the cheek. "Alright there Ron?"

Ron looked back at Harry while ignoring his sister standing next to his best friend. "I get to go hang out with the team?"

Ginny started laughing before she turned and walked back to the locker room. "Yeah, mate. You're gonna go have fun with the teams, along with me and Ginny, this evening."

"Harry, I, I mean we, -"

"Ron, it's fine. Ginny and I wanted to get you something special for your wedding. Hermione agreed and here we are. So have fun with us, will you?"

Ron ran his hands through his hair before turning back to Harry. "Yeah, I will."

Bang Bang Bang.

Hermione stood up from the couch in the parlor and went to the front door. She had enjoyed a few hours of quiet while Harry, Ron, and Ginny had a day out with the teams. Her visit with her parents didn't go well at all and tea was cut short by her mother's recriminations.

She stepped up to the door and heard giggling from the front stoop. She glanced through the eyehole and saw her husband, sister in law, and best friend standing in the darkness.

She pulled her wand from her sleep trouser pocket and opened the door. "Where have the three of you been all night?"

Ginny was flushed in the face but still looked the most sober of the three. "I did like I promised. I brought him home in one piece."

Harry fell into Ron, giggling.

"Well get in here. I've got some sobering potions in the cabinet in the front water closet."

Harry and Ron stumbled into the front foyer followed by Ginny.

"Please tell me that they didn't paint the town orange."

Ginny smiled widely. "Nope. It was orange and green."

Ron leaned into the wall with a grin on his face. "Hermione," he bellowed in the dimly lit hallway. "It was fucking fantastic today." He belched before wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "These two sods introduced me to Malcolm Macalister. He's only the starting Keeper for the Cannons. I drank the bastard under the table. Won me 20 quid."

Harry giggled again.

"Hermione, you should have seen 'em. Barmy fucker called me a ginger fuck so I challenged him to a drinking contest."

Harry slid down the wall, still giggling like he'd been hit with a curse.

"I told the barkeep to line'em up on the bar. Sure 'ough, he put 'bout 20 glasses down."

Ginny took off her green dragon skin jacket and hung it up on the cloak rack. "What my tosspot of a brother is trying to say," she wobbled before putting her hand on the wall, "is that he drank that arse Macalister under the table. Ron got right pissed in the process."

Ron leaned into Hermione and breathed on her. She smelled the Firewhiskey on his breath and on his clothes.

"Why does he smell like a distillery?"

"That rat bastard Macalister spilled a glass on Ron when he passed out. Ron finished off the last two on the bar to the guys cheering him on."

Ginny pulled her wand and looked at Harry. "Aw, fuck. I can't remember the charm Fleur taught me to sober this git up."

"Allow me," Hermione cheeked before pointing her wand at Harry's head.

The giggles stopped almost immediately. He looked up at Ginny and Hermione. "Please tell me I didn't dance on the bar singing wizard rock songs."

Ginny laughed. "You did. I'm sure it'll be in the papers tomorrow. Fancy a shower?"

"Yes, please, let's do so. I stink from all the whiskey and beer thrown on me."

"Serves you right for thinking you can sing."

Hermione watched the other two climb the stairs to their bedroom. "I don't want to hear either one of you tonight."

She saw Ginny turn and blew her a kiss from the first landing.

"Witch," Hermione yelled up the stairs at them. But then she turned back to her husband who was softly snoring at her feet. "I hope you had fun today," she muttered before turning her wand on him. She immobilized him before levitating him from the floor. "The things I do for you, Ron Weasley."

She took her husband up the stairs to their bedroom with the intention of letting him enjoy his hangover the next morning. Too bad he'd not stayed just sober enough for her to ride her own Quidditch player. "Maybe next time," she muttered before walking into their room and locking the door.