A/N: And because I am on such a roll, here is chapter three as well! Wow, I'm surprised my hands haven't fallen off yet with as much writing I've been doing recently. DISCLAIMER: Any thing, one, or place you may recognize belongs solely to JK Rowling. Enjoy!

Ginny

Ginny had gotten out of the shower feeling like an actual human being. She dressed in Oliver's baggy clothing before heading into the kitchen for breakfast. She had been surprised that he had a cat. The friendly feline had come over and flopped at her feet, begging for a scratch. Oliver had been surprised as he finished making breakfast. The smell of it had made her stomach growl.

Definitely a change from Harry, she thought to herself as they sat down to eat. Harry couldn't cook to save his life, even managing to burn rice, which Ginny thought was pretty idiot proof. Ginny usually cooked the meals or they went out.

They made small talk about the night before while they ate, but for the most part the food was consumed in silence. It was a weird sensation for Ginny, eating a breakfast she hadn't cooked, sitting across from someone who wasn't Harry. Finally at the end of the meal Ginny had breached the question of last night, asking Oliver for the details that she couldn't remember. When he had finished, he asked her if she wanted to talk about it.

Without really knowing why, Ginny found herself pouring her soul out to Oliver. All of her pain, hurt, and betrayal flowed out of her. He was easy to talk to, being a patient and attentive listener, something Harry definitely hadn't been. She even told him about her fears of being without Harry. For some reason she felt that she could trust him despite the fact that this was the first time she had ever really talked to him outside of pleasantries. When he finally finished they sat in silence for a moment before he spoke.

"You can stay here if you like."

Ginny was surprised by his offer. "What?"

"You can stay with me if you like. I'm hardly ever here during Quidditch season, so you'd have space to figure things out. I've got an empty guest room just sitting around. I'm not a member of your family and I'm not married, nor do I have children so no painful reminders there. Besides, Godric seems to have taken a fancy to you," he finished matter-of-factly, pointing to his cat who was now curled up in Ginny's lap having jumped up there while she was talking. She found the loudly purring, furry creature comforting.

"I couldn't Oliver. I really appreciate the offer, but I don't want to impose on you. You've been so helpful already." Even to her ears her protest sounded weak. In all honesty, his proposal sounded like the perfect solution. He was offering her somewhere away from the familiar sights and sounds where she could figure out her next move.

"You wouldn't be imposing at all. Besides, I've already decided, you're staying. No arguing about it," Oliver told her getting up and clearing the dishes. Ginny got up to help him, dislodging an unhappy Godric from her lap in the process.

"You don't have to do that," Oliver told her, taking the plates from her.

"I know, but I wanted to do this," she said throwing her arms around his neck and hugging him. Oliver returned it after a brief moment of surprise.

"Thank you," Ginny whispered in his ear.

Oliver

Oliver had been shocked by the hug. He hadn't been expecting it at all. Ginny whispered a thank you in his ear before letting him go and asking him if he had an owl she could borrow to let them know she wouldn't be in to work today. He pointed her in the direction of the stairs that led up to the roof, one of the advantages of his flat being on the top floor. That was where Raven, his black Screech Owl, lived. As she left Oliver finished clearing the dishes and finally gave in to Godric's loud demands for food.

While he filled his cat's dish with food, Oliver tried to think of a way that he could cheer Ginny up. He racked his brain about what to do until finally he remember something the twins had mentioned about Ginny being a pro-league worthy Quidditch player and how she was nutty about the sport. He knew exactly what to do now. He headed to his room to change clothes then waited for Ginny to return from sending her message.

When she came back about fifteen minutes later, he was waiting for her in the kitchen. She paused when she saw him standing there, beaming at her.

"What?"

"I know exactly what you need right now."

"Should I be concerned?" she asked him dubiously.

Oliver ignored her, "What you need is a good flying session and I happen to have access to one of the best places for it." He could see her eyes light up at the idea of it.

"You mean fly on a professional pitch?" she asked.

"I do."

Her smiled faded as something seemed to occur to her.

"I don't exactly have on flying attire," she said gesturing to her clothing. "All of my things are still back in my flat."

Oliver thought this over for a moment before remembering the collection of clothing left from his various dates that he hadn't gotten around to donating yet.

"Wait here; I might have a solution for that." He went into his room and rifled through the bag I his closet, earning a glare from Godric who was curled up on the bed. He found a pair of jeans that he thought might fit, along with a pair of trainers that looked to be around the right size. He grabbed one of his Puddlemere United sweatshirts and headed back out into the kitchen.

"Here we are, I think these should fit. I took a guess at the sizes."

"Do I want to know where these came from?" she asked him, crooking an eyebrow.

"Just go and get changed."

Ginny complied, disappearing into the guest room. When she came back ten minutes later she looked more relaxed and confident than she had earlier. The jeans fit her just right, hugging her in all the right places. The trainers seemed to be a good fit too, the blue matching the colors of his sweatshirt that nearly swallowed her whole. Oliver wasn't a big guy by any means, but he was tall. The sweatshirt hung down to just above her knees and she had rolled the sleeves all the way up to her elbows. It really accented just how petite she was. She had secured her fiery hair in a messy ponytail. Overall she looked the part of the sporty, Quidditch lover that her brothers had told him about.

He walked over to where she was standing, "Ready?"

"Ready." He took her hand and they apparated on the spot.

When they arrived at their destination they found themselves standing in the middle of the Quidditch pitch for Puddlemere United. He saw Ginny's eyes widen in awe as she took in the soaring heights of the stands, the shining gold of the goal hoops, and the immense size of it all.

"This is amazing."

"This is nothing, just wait until you're in the air." Oliver told her. Still holding her hand, he dragged her towards the locker rooms. When they got there Oliver went to his locker and took out his Firebolt III. Oliver laughed when saw that Ginny's jaw was nearly on the floor as she looked at the broom in his hands.

"Can I?" she said pointing to the broom in his hands. He handed it to her. She took it, running her hands reverently over the polished wood.

"I've only ever read about these, I've never seen one in person before."

"I thought you were a sports reporter for the Prophet?" Oliver said, confused. He and a few other Quidditch players had been playing on these brooms for a little over six months now.

"I am, but I only cover the minor leagues and some of the more obscure sports like Wizard's chess tournament. I haven't earned the right for the major leagues yet." Oliver sensed from her tone that this was another sore spot for her and steered the conversation in a different direction.

"Would you like to fly one?" Oliver asked her.

"Oh no, I couldn't, that's your broom."

"Don't worry, I've got a spare one you can use. We always have one broom on reserve for every player should something happen to theirs during a match."

"Y-you have a spare Firebolt III?" she said slowly as if she didn't believe him.

"Yes, come on." Ginny followed him to the broom storage unit where he unlocked his spare broom from its case. He carefully took it out and handed it to her.

She held it in her hands, looking like she might cry. "I'm really going to fly a Firebolt III." She looked up at Olive, her eyes shining with delight, "I think I love you."

Oliver grinned, "Come on Weasley, let's go see if all those glowing reports your brother gave me about your flying abilities are true."

"If it was my brothers giving you reports about me, I'm sure they were hardly glowing," she told him wryly as they each grabbed an end of the case that held the balls for playing Quidditch.

"You'd be surprised, you're brothers are actually right proud of you," he told her as they carried everything onto the pitch.

"Why don't we just fly for a while first so you can get a feel for the broom," he suggested as they mounted up.

"Works for me" she said. Before Oliver could even blink she had the broom up in the air and was hovering over his head, looking down at him.

"Well come on Wood, let's see if you've really earned that famous reputation of yours."

"Okay, you asked for it," Oliver said kicking off from the ground and joining her.

Ginny

Ginny hadn't realized just how much she had missed flying until now. She hadn't really had the time since she graduated from Hogwarts and started working for the Daily Prophet. She had only had the chance to take her old Nimbus 2002 out maybe once or twice a month when she went home to the Burrow and could fly in the orchards behind her family's house.

Oliver had been right, this is exactly what she had needed. Nothing could touch her when she was up here. She could leave all her worries on the ground for a while. She loved the feeling of the wind whipping around her. She loved the height and speed of flying. Flying in the giant space of the professional pitch was exhilarating. She looked over at Oliver who was flying beside her and grinned. He grinned back at her in response.

Oliver was something else entirely. She felt like she had known him forever, which in a way was true, but it was more like they had been friends forever. She felt completely at ease with him. There was something about him that she felt she could trust. He offered her something that she needed right now and that was an unassuming and simple friendship. That and the simple joy of flying.

The Firebolt III handled like a dream as she maneuvered it around the pitch. It took hardly any pressure at all to turn it or accelerate. She dove towards the ground and then pulled it almost straight back up to shoot towards the sky. She wove in between the goal posts and turned in lazy corkscrews, completely oblivious to everything but the simple joy of flying.

Oliver

Oliver had pulled off to the side for a while and just hovered there, watching Ginny fly. She was more than a fair flier; she was a bloody good flier. It had been a while since he had seen anyone look as natural on a broom as she did. The Firebolt seemed to be an extension of her, rather than a separate piece of equipment. It was a sight to get any Quidditch recruiter drooling. Oliver couldn't take his eyes off her.

Eventually she noticed him sitting there and flew down to join him, a giant grin plastered on her face.

"Enjoying yourself are we?" he asked her with a smile.

"Yes. It's a beauty to fly," she said stroking the handle of the broom.

"It is. You're not a bad flier yourself either."

Ginny shrugged, "I'm alright, it's been a while since I've had any real practice."

"Bollocks, that's not what I saw and I've flown with some of the best. What position did you play back at Hogwarts?" Oliver asked her.

"Chaser," Ginny told him brushing a stray strand of hair that had escaped from her ponytail out of her face. Oliver grinned, looking slightly maniacal.

"Oh really?"

"Yes, why?"

"Fancy playing a game with me? See if you can get the Quaffle past one of the best Keepers in the leagues? Get five past me and I'll buy you dinner."

"Someone's certainly humble. I hope you're prepared to empty your wallet Oliver Wood because I am not a cheap date." Ginny shot back.

Oliver just grinned at her, "I have no doubt about it. Shall we?"

"We shall."

A/N: I hope you all had as much fun reading this chapter as I did writing it. The next one's going to be even better when I finish it, but I have a few other fanfics I've been abandoning recently that I need to devote time to, so it'll be a little while. Leave a review after this message~Naomi