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I know all of you were expecting the first date. I'm sorry to disappoint! This strictly an informational/background chapter. I wanted to make the story and characters more authentic. This chapter is going to tell you why Ginny is famous, introduce you to her teammates, and elaborate a bit on her body issues. An overwhelming majority of you answered the last question with a yes! Thanks helping me out!

Disclaimer: I don't own J.K. Rowling's masterpiece. I'm the master puppeteer behind all of her characters in this story though! Muhaaaa

Chapter 4: Heist

Ginny was awoken early the next morning by the bell on her alarm clock. She groggily tumbled out of bed and into the bathroom. She stared at her reflection in the mirror until her foggy, sleep induced vision cleared. Her hair was a tangled, red mess and she wore an oversized Holyhead Harpies t-shirt. She splashed cold water from the faucet on her face in an effort to increase her alertness. She brushed and tied back her hair for morning practice.

In the kitchen, she fixed a mug of tea with two slices of toast between her teeth. A dining room chair dragged against the floor, and she plopped into it for a quick breakfast. Several sharp taps against the kitchen window forced her to put down the toast and check the time. 5:25 A. M. She sighed in irritation and stood. It was too early for letters.

An elegant, gold and white barn owl perched on her kitchen windowsill with a sky blue envelope in its beak. A knot formed in her stomach and she opened the window. The owl dropped the letter in her hand and flew into the room, perching on the back of a chair at the far end of her table. Ginny ignored the bird and shredded the envelope in an effort to retrieve the prize inside.

Ms. Weasley,

Congratulations! You've made a match!

At your earliest convenience, we would like to set up an appointment at our office. Please return an acceptable time and date for our meeting with Eros. We will coordinate your next date at this meeting.

Sincerely,

Thelma and Persephone

Ginny placed the letter on the table and let out a sigh of relief. He wasn't a charming liar after all. Her heart fluttered with excitement. She couldn't wait to finally see his face. She had to know him. Very few Slytherins in his year made it back to Hogwarts after the war. Most of their parents fought on the losing side and were either sent to Azkaban or forced to flee the country. On a slightly depressing note, some of the Slytherins fought on the wrong side themselves and were, for one reason or another, cleared to return to school. Ginny sincerely hoped that she wouldn't be looking into the eyes of a former Death Eater on her date. Such a revelation would definitely bring about a negative reaction. She violently shook the thought from her head. He was definitely too pleasant to be a former Death Eater. After all, he chose her knowing that she was a Gryffindor. A truly evil Slytherin wouldn't be able to get past such a rivalry. That said something about his character, right?

Ginny didn't have time to sit idly and ponder the identity of number two. A clear head was needed for the start of offseason practice. She pushed the Slytherin from her mind after writing for an appointment at 4:00 p.m. that afternoon. She threw on practice attire and apparated to the Holyhead Harpies' locker room. Before she could gather her disoriented mind caused by apparition, someone squealed and wrapped their arms around her tightly.

"GIN!" The high pitched shriek could only belong to her fellow Chaser and Gryffindor, Angelina Johnson.

"Blimey, Angie. You just saw me last week," Ginny peeled her friend off, laughing.

"I'm just happy that we are about to start another season!" Her excitement about the new season was infectious, "Put on your gear, Weasley. We're about to train to destroy!"

Ginny smiled widely at her friend. The Harpies ended their season 4th in the league. It was bittersweet. Of course, they all wanted to win two Quidditch Cups in a row, but the first win came with a lot of added pressure. It ended up being the team's downfall. After their first win, the team skyrocketed to instant fame. The Chasers were at the receiving end of the majority of the attention. Ginevra "Ginny" Weasley, Angelina "Angie" Johnson, and Gwendolyn "Gwen" Fleuters became household names due to their ingenious offensive strategies and fierce defensive maneuvers. They might be a team of fair maidens, but they knew how to make a grown man weep like an infant.

Their fans affectionately named each of the Chasers' formations and maneuvers, when the players only referred to them by number off field and hand gesture on field. An example was the Harpy Heist, a product of Angelina's mind. It required two Chasers to distract the opposing Chaser in possession of the Quaffle. The third Chaser flies up from below to steal the ball or, at the very least, slap it from their grasp. It was difficult, dangerous, and didn't always succeed. The fan favorite wasn't exactly a move, but an overall emotion. Ginny's temper was known to flare when a foul went unnoticed by the referee, even when the foul was committed against a teammate. She bellowed profanities and became physical, toeing the line for fouls. Eventually, the rage was absorbed by her teammates, who played more and more aggressively until the end of the game. The fans took to chanting Hell Hath No Fury like "insert player's last name". More often than not, the inserted name was Weasley.

They practiced hard the first day. Ginny wouldn't have expected anything less from their Captain and Seeker, Bridgette Gaspar. She wasn't an extremely talented Seeker, but her leadership skills made up for it tenfold. She knew exactly how to motivate each player and always had an inspirational speech for any occasion. Despite the fact that she worked the entire team to the brink of death on regularly, everyone adored her. Bridgette ended practice at 2:00 p.m. after giving a speech regarding easing the pressure this season.

The girls hit the showers directly after practice. Ginny threw off her smelly, grass stained practice clothes and underwear immodestly, and she jumped into the shower. It was an all-girls team whose players hadn't changed for some time now. Needless to say, they were used to the nudity. After practice, unless two players had a row, teammates turned into girlfriends.

"Guess who has a smoking hot date tonight?" Angelina sung loudly in the shower.

"Aw, did you break up with George?" Ginny teased and the rest of the girls burst into a fit of laughter.

Angelina grunted loudly, as if she were offended. George and Angelina had been dating for over a year. Ginny fully expected Angelina to become her sister-in-law any day now.

"Get stuffed, Weasley!" Angelina shouted loudly.

"You'll probably get stuffed by another Weasley tonight!" One of the beaters, Gertrude Bing, had a knack for perversion.

"Merlin, you're disgusting!" Ginny hissed, refusing to think of her brother that way.

"You better not get pregnant, Johnson," The ordinarily serious Bridgette yelled.

"AH!" Ginny covered her ears now as the women continued to taunt both of them.

Ginny stepped out of the shower after washing away the grime and grabbed a towel from the rack to dry off. Angelina reached above her two seconds later.

"So you're still enjoying the single life?" Her dark skinned friend asked, drying her body and hair.

Ginny shrugged.

"It's a pain," She spoke honestly, neglecting to mention her use of a matchmaking service.

"If I had your looks and body, I'd have four boyfriends," Angelina commented enviously.

Someone still in the shower made a perverted joke, but Ginny chose to ignore it. She was too stunned by her friend's jealousy to speak. Angelina was tall, toned, elegant, and had perfectly flawless mocha skin. Despite heavy Quidditch training, she retained a feminine figure. She could throw on a pair of heels and own a room. Ginny felt like she should be the one jealous. She was petite, pale with freckles, and muscular. Her body was straight as an arrow and every muscle was defined by athletic training. She desperately wished for Angelina's soft, feminine curves.

"You're sick," Ginny laughed, playing off her envy, "I'd murder Fleuters here for your boobs."

Fleuters, who was just stepping out of the shower, gasped animatedly and frowned as if she were deeply offended. The team now began picking body parts off of one another that they envied. Ginny had to admit that it was a nice redirection on her part. She put on clean undergarments, a pair of jeans, and a Harpies t-shirt. She dried her hair with her wand and tamed it, then sprayed a bit of perfume on the t-shirt in case the scalding shower didn't do its job. The Caspian sisters had been informed that she would be meeting them after practice, and she hoped they wouldn't expect a beauty queen.

She checked her watch. 3:15 p.m. She had plenty of time to check in with the Harpies' Healer, something the entire team had to do at least once a week. The green and gold locker room let out to a hallway lined with Holyhead Harpies memorabilia. There were many portraits of Ginny's idol, Gwenog Jones, flying with unopposed determination. She entered the Infirmary and found the balding Healer sitting at his desk, writing on a piece of parchment. Healer Bradbury looked up at her through his square spectacles and smiled genuinely.

"I just need a quick diagnostic," She told the Healer.

He nodded and stood, removing his wand from his robes.

"Has your shoulder been bothering you?" The Healer asked while performing the necessary diagnostic spells.

A fall in her second game with the Harpies shattered her shoulder. It was easily repaired, but still gave her problems. If she overexerted herself, the pain was excruciating. It actually bothered her if she slept on it wrong as well, but Ginny wasn't one to complain.

"Not really, but I'll let you know if it does again," She lied.

"No you won't," He chuckled and finished the diagnostic spells, "Everything is fine. "

Healer Bradbury moved to his desk and pulled her file. His quill scratched a few notes inside. It was quickly closed and returned to his drawer.

"Thank you. Have a great afternoon!" She waved goodbye.

She apparated to Caspian Matchmakers right on time. Persephone awaited her in the waiting room. She jumped up, delighted to see Ginny. She wore a set of beautiful lavender robes, ornately stitched with gold on the hems.

"Excuse my attire. Thought I made a good enough impression on the first meeting and the date," Ginny halfheartedly laughed.

Persephone nodded enthusiastically, a bit more violently than was necessary.

"You looked impeccable on the blind date," Persephone beckoned her to follow.

"Where is your sister?" Ginny asked.

"Setting up for another round of blind dates!" The witch sung her words, lingering on date for a few moments.

Ginny was reminded of illogically dressing up for a blind date. She rolled her eyes. It wasn't very funny then, but now she could see the humor in it. They, once again, sat in the pink room. This time, Persephone made it her business to sit as close to Ginny as humanly possible. Ginny had a big problem with invasions of her personal space, but decided against offending Persephone

"Tell me what you liked about number two?" Persephone asked dreamily.

"He was mysterious and really clever," Ginny blushed, "And such a gentleman"

"Do you know who he is?" She asked.

Ginny frowned at her. It was an odd question. An odd question which led Ginny to believe she did know him.

"I know he graduated from Hogwarts a year ahead of me and was in Slytherin," Ginny shrugged.

She vaguely wondered if she was supposed to have figured it out by now. The Slytherin didn't exactly leave a vast amount of clues to his identity.

"You're going to take the potion again," Persephone ordered as if she were Ginny's mother.

Ginny's face contorted. She had been so excited to finally see the Slytherin. This information seriously ruined her entire day and her upcoming date. Why would she have to take the potion again? She was going to refuse. She had every right to.

"I don't want to!" Ginny adamantly protested, sounding a bit like a sick child who didn't want to take medicine.

"I'm going to have to insist." Again, she offered no explanation.

"Why?"

"Trust me, Ginny," Persephone lay a perfectly manicured hand on Ginny's forearm, which had been thrown carelessly on the table in protest, "I do this on a regular basis. You need to get to know him better."

Oddly enough, the touch calmed Ginny. It forced her to remember the level headed Thelma's previous words regarding her sister. Persephone was an expert. Of course, she was right. Ginny decided to trust Persephone once again, despite the fact that the slightly insane look in her eyes told Ginny that she was playing a game of Exploding Snap without a full deck.

I hope you liked it! :D I did a bit of research for this chapter. I named the move Harpy Heist because Harpies from Greek Mythology were known to stealing things. The alliteration made my inner English teacher happy. Holyhead Harpies players usually have a first or last name that starts with 'G' so I looked up some good names to fit on the team. Angelina is the only one without it, but I wanted to connect someone to Ginny personally. Who better than a former Gryffindor Chaser and her future SIL?

I swear, the next chapter is the date. Here's the next question:
Do you have a certain date when you sleep with someone you've been seeing? Like 1st, 4th, etc…

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