Ok….this is just plain silly. 122 hits…and only 4 reviews? Come on people! If you really like this story…and you don't want me to have a major breakdown…you had best review lets say….at least five before I update again…although I would be happier to write more for each extra review! (This is a bribe. Just in case you hadn't noticed.)All right… this is 'From the Heart' chapter two. Hope you R&R for this chapter and the last! I really appreciate the reviews…they really help! And as much as I love constructive criticism…flames should not be anywhere near me! Ok…well that is it… BuH-ByE!

Maye

Disclaimer: Hmmmmmmm yes I am Jo and this story is what the next book is going to be! Muahhaha! Ssshhh…but don't tell any one…I wouldn't want them reading my top secret information. I have two words. Yeah Right.

"All right, do you want anything before we go take our seats? Ron asked. Ginny just smiled. He didn't get to play the big brother role very often, so she would let him for this one night.

"Sure." Ron had always been her favorite brother, the one who looked out for her when the others picked on her or left her out. She supposed it was because they were only a year difference in age, while the others were all at least two years older than them.

They made their way over to one of the food carts. Ron got them two pumpkin juices, and insisted on paying for it. (Although Ginny made sure to slip some change into one of his coat pockets.)

They scrambled up to one of the top boxes where their seats where hurriedly; they didn't want to miss the beginning of the match.

"So do you know anything about this team? " Ron asked her inquiringly. They sat down and arranged themselves into a comfortable position to watch the match.

"No I still follow the Irish, just like you dear brother." Ginny said laughing. Ron's old team, The Chuddley Cannons, had not one a game since any one could remember, and finally the team had been discontinued.

So now he supported the Irish with the rest of the family. However, this definitely wasn't an Irish Quidditch match. In fact, she didn't even know the players on this team.

Then seven figures zoomed over the crowd, doing turns and loops. The crowd clapped and cheered in awe. Ginny looked at the other team, who was approaching the pitch form the air also…but not showing off so much.

"Good evening!" a voice boomed from their left. Ginny turned to see a man in the box two down from theirs. It was he who had spoken.

"May I introduce our very own, Falmouth Falcons!" (A/N: in the HP world this really is a Quidditch team. Check Quidditch through the ages if you don't believe me.)

"The Keeper-Heron!" Several fans screamed and cheered as a stout looking young man did a flip on is broom.

"The Chasers- Rose, Smith, and Bellings!" Two girls and a boy did a short victory lap around the pitch, while the fans cheered them on.

"The Beaters-Morgan and Holdfer!" Two guys with bats raised their arms to more roars and clapping from the crowd.

"And finally the Seeker-Potter!" Ginny could not comprehend what he had just said. Could I have heard the announcer wrong? She thought.

But no, even from this distance, there was no mistaking that untidy black hair. She turned to look at Ron, who was clearly as stunned as she was. He turned, still gaping, to look at her. Neither of them paid much attention to the announcer when he called out the names of the other team's players.

"Did-did you know?" Ginny shook her head no. Ron looked like he was about to be sick.

This was due to the fact that, as far as her knowledge went, Ron hadn't spoken to his old best friend since the day Voldermort had been killed either.

They both sat in shock for a few more moments before Ginny snapped out of it.

"Ron, its okay. Do you want to leave?" she asked, knowing it was probably better for both of them.

Their relationship with Harry hadn't been the same since the day Voldermort was killed. Then Hermione leaving had topped it all off and the relationships they all had just sort of fell away to bits and pieces until they only spoke in times of great need…and then not even that.

Seeing Harry again, after all those years, had drug up painful emotions and memories from the past that she would rather not deal with in front of this rather large crowd.

Ron shook his head in a defiant no. He wanted to be strong for his little sister, and he was not going to let her run away from this. (Even though, in the back of his mind, he was about ready to run away too.)

"Like you said, you came to have a good time, and we should." He looked as though he didn't believe his own words, but they gave Ginny courage and comfort.

"You are right." She said, as though this settled the matter. She set back to watch the match. Ron followed her lead, and the game began.

Soon, they were having almost as much fun as anyone else there. Almost. Because each had their own thoughts that were weighing heavily on their mind.

So what do you guys think? I hope you like…if you do…plz review. IF you don't…well tell me what I can do to make it better (and here is a little hint before you do leave me tips…there is a way to do it without being rude.) (A/N) Ginny and Ron don't blame Harry for everything happening on the day Voldermort was vanquished…it just messed up their relationship with him because it was such a huge emotional blow….so they aren't blaming Harry.) all right… I will update soon…plz R&R!

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MaYe

P.S. you guys should really read this great story called "Questfallen" by And the Wolf Howls. I really enjoyed it….so go on…go read it! You know you want to! Just as bad as you want to push that little review button below…. hint hint

BuH-ByE!