Disclaimer: Don't get drunk with Ginny Weasley, don't ever. I don't own Harry Potter, I am borrowing some characters for awhile, I will try to return them all in one piece. Oh, and always wear clean underwear when reading my fanfiction, cause you never know when paramedics may have to cut your pants off.

Harry sat in his office sharpening his pencils once again. Looking at them, he frowned, by now they all should have been sharpened to the eraser. Instead, they all looked longer than ever. Shaking his head at the anomaly, he put them away.

Cindy knocked then opened the door. "The St. Louis Rams are here to see you, Harry."

"What?"

"The St. Louis Rams are here to see you," she repeated.

Harry was perplexed, of all the teams in sports, why would a professional American Football team be here?

"Send them in, then," he said resigned.

Soon his office was crowded with massive football players, and it looked like they were ready to play a game, all of them were decked out in pads and blue and gold uniforms with their helmets in their hands. Harry noticed the coaches were there too, just wearing simple Rams shirts with Rams ball caps on their heads.

"Yes?" Harry said.

"Well, sir we just wanted to say hi, since you are our new owner," one of the players said.

"Owner?" Harry asked.

"Yes, well you won the team in a card game last night," another one of the players said.

Harry inwardly cursed. What else had Drunk Harry done last night? And of all the American Football teams out there, why the fucking Rams? He didn't even like them.

"Okay then, just keep using Kurt Warner as your Quarterback." That ought to teach the bastards.

"Aye, aye, sir!" they all said before leaving the office.

Harry shook his head, how did stuff like this keep happening to him. He was about to have a drink, when he realized that alcohol was what got him in to this. Settling for just a cigarette, he sighed and took a drag.

Maybe it was time for an early lunch, he thought. By lunch, he meant not coming back to the office for the day.

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Harry streaked around the pitch searching for that elusive Snitch. It seemed a lot easier when he had someone to compete against. Looking down he noted that Ron looked spectacular, he was catching every Quaffle that came his way. Sensing something above him, he looked up to see one of the Beaters hovering near him. Harry noticed it was the same one that had been looking out for him earlier, beating away the Bludgers before they got near Harry. He looked familiar.

"Hey, how's it going?" Harry called out to him.

"Pretty good, Harry, but shouldn't you be looking for the Snitch?" the beater said.

"I suspect Smith is having me on, I would have got it by now if had actually released it," Harry said.

"Your're right, I watched him take the balls out, he never released it. I see you're as good of a Quidditch player as my brother said."

"Your brother?" Harry asked.

"Yeah, Oliver Wood. Ollie played with you on the Gryffindor House Team. I'm Ryan Wood, by the way," Ryan said.

"Oh, I had no idea Oliver had a brother, how's he doing lately?"

"I'm older than him, graduated before you ever got to Hogwarts. I was in Charlie Weasley's year, played with him on the Gryffindor team, his brothers, the twins became the Beaters after I left. Ollie is doing good, still with Puddlemere United, he reckons its their year, this year. Then again, when doesn't he?" Ryan said.

"Well, hopefully we have another Weasley as our keeper, Ron-"

"POTTER, WOOD, LESS TALK, MORE ACTION!" came a magically amplified voice from down below them.

They both sped off, Wood sending a Bludger hurdling through the air, and Harry continued to pretend he was looking for the snitch. About 15 minutes later, Smith released the snitch and gave something for Harry to do.

After an hour they were all called down.

"Okay, we have made our decisions. Potter will be our Seeker, obviously. Beaters: Mark Hardin and Ryan Wood."

Everyone applauded, and Harry was glad Ryan made the team.

"Chasers: Rex Orton, Brandon Davis, and Devin Forte." More applause, but Harry noticed one of the Chasers who didn't make it got angry and started throwing a fit.

"Finally our Keeper will be Ron Weasley," Smith continued, ignoring the angry Chaser's outburst. Harry let out a whoop of success.

"Michaels, knock it off, you weren't the better player, plus you obviously have some temperament issues," Smith said to the disgruntled player.

"They are all men! You don't want me cause I'm a girl!" the chaser said accusingly.

"No we don't want you because you suck. I'm having doubts of even keeping you on as a reserve now. Go to the Holyhead Harpies, they only accept women players, you probably think thats fair, don't you? Or did they already turn you down?" Smith said coldly.

Michaels stomped off, muttering.

"Where was I? Oh and our Captain will be Wood. Wood will be running the fitness training side of things, at our discretion," Smith continued.

Less applause this time, as most of the cut players had left. Harry sincerely hoped Ryan was not like his brother as far as training goes. Oliver was a nightmare in Harry's second and third years.

"That's it, tryouts are over, be here tomorrow at the same time for training," Smith said.

Harry and Ron walked back to the locker room.

"Good job, Ron, want to hit up the bar to celebrate?" Harry said.

"Can't Harry, Hermione and I are going to the Burrow for dinner tonight. Want to come?"

Harry smiled, he was always welcome at the Burrow for dinner. "Why not? Is Andromeda going to be there with Teddy?"

"Yep. Little guy just loves it there," Ron said. Harry knew the feeling, the Burrow is his second most favorite place in the world.

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Harry and Ron walked past the garden of the Burrow to the back door. Looking in he saw a full house.

"Harry! I didn't know you were coming, let me set a place for you," Molly Weasley said while hugging Harry.

"Harry, long time no see, hows the life of a Private 'I' going for you?" George Weasley said enthusiastically while shaking Harry's hand.

"Slow," Hary said. Looking around he saw Angelina, George's girlfriend sitting at the table. Next to her was Ginny who had looked up at Harry, but didn't acknowledge him. Arthur was sitting at the head of the table, at the other end was Bill and and a pregnant Fleur. Percy and his new girlfriend were helping Molly set the table. Charlie was there, across from Angelina, and Andromeda was sitting across from Ginny, holding Teddy in her lap, his hair was Weasley red.

Everyone greeted Harry, and he went over to play with Teddy. Reaching in his Quidditch bag, he pulled out a Golden Snitch which he gave to Teddy. Teddy looked at it in wonder and let it go. It hovered in front of him for a second and then he reached out to grab it but missed. It flew around the table before Harry caught it and gave it to Teddy again.

"His reflexes must not be totally developed yet," he commented.

"Well duh, Harry, he's not even 2 years old yet," Hermione said walking in from the other room.

Teddy let go of it again, and quickly snatched it up as it flew around his head. Everyone looked at him in awe and he smiled and did it again, his hair changed to jet-black, like Harry's.

"Seeker for sure, Harry," George said smiling. "I've been trying to get him to hold a Beater's bat, never works, now I know why."

They all laughed and sat down to eat.

"So, Harry, did you hear? I've been accepted as Seeker by the Holyhead Harpies," Ginny said, finally saying something to Harry. "Any advice for me?"

"Yeah, always wear clean underwear. You never know when the healers might have to cut your robes off," Harry said with a smile. Ron let out a snort, and everyone laughed. Although, Molly and Hermione looked like they weren't sure if it was proper dinner conversation.

"Anyway, we are playing our first game against the Cannons, who we will smash," she said confidently, looking at Ron, "Want to come watch me?"

Harry looked like the cat that ate the canary. "You don't have an up to date scouting report on the Cannons do you?"

Angelina, a chaser for the Harpies answered, "The Cannons always suck, Harry. We know you are a fan, but really, that doesn't mean they are going to win."

Harry looked at Ron, "They really don't know, do they?" He said.

"This year, I decided not to be just a fan. The newest players just happen to be Ron and I," Harry said.

That shut Angelina up, and Ginny paled so much, Harry hoped and suspected she might feint.

"Congratulations, boys," Arthur said. Charlie stood up, and raised his drink, "To the Cannons, and their road to victory!" Everybody toasted them and Ginny and Angelina looked rather put out. Even Teddy's hair had turned orange. Bill and Fleur both looked at each other and said at the same time, "Victorie?"

As the meal went on Harry drank more and more alcoholic beverages, before Molly asked him if he wanted to stay the night, since he was in no condition to apparate.

"Really, dear, its no trouble, you can stay in Ron's old room." Harry agreed.

After everyone had finished eating, everybody stayed to visit for a while longer, before Bill announced that Fleur and him had to go. Ron and Hermione decided to stay the night in Fred and George's old room. George and Angelina both left, Andromeda left with Teddy, to Harry's disappointment. Charlie was staying in his old room for the night, and went upstairs to bed.

Ron and Hermione started to look kind of frisky and went upstairs for the night too, to Harry's disgust. Molly and Arthur went up to bed after doing the dishes together, leaving just Harry and Ginny.

Harry was uncomfortable with the situation, but then Ginny challenged him to a drinking contest, which he happily accepted. They stayed up for a while, Harry's mind forgetting about how he didn't want to rekindle his relationship with her, and they soon were nearly fucking in the kitchen of the Burrow. Ginny invited him to her room, where they both put up a silencing charm for the night.

-

The next morning Harry woke up, extremely hungover, but to a wonderful sensation under the covers. Ginny was bobbing her head up and down and Harry was in bliss. She stopped, to Harry's disappointment.

"Awake now, Harry?" she said somewhat maliciously. It was then that Harry noted he was tied to the bed. He started struggling against the ropes holding him down. His wand was sitting on the bedside table if only he could reach it.

"Ah, ah Harry, it's my turn for fun now," she said sickly sweet.

Harry was still half-fucked up drunk from the night before, and this hindered any wandless magic ability. "Oh boy," he commented, silently cursing alcohol yet again.

Ginny was now searching for something in a bag, and with a triumphant noise pulled out a 12 inch rubber cock strap-on. "Oh, no," Harry said, struggling to free himself even more.

"Oh yes," Ginny said straping it on her naked body. She repositioned him in the ropes with her wand.

"You really pounded me hard last night Harry, I don't think I am going to shit right for the next month. It's only right that I return the favor," she said.

"Yes, well, If you Weasleys didn't pop out so many babies, maybe I would risk putting it in the proper place," he said, scared.

"Well let's see if you like how it feels, Harry."

-

A loud girlish scream coming from Ginny's room alerted all of the occupants of the Burrow that Ginny and Harry were awake. They were all sitting down eating breakfast when they heard it. It seems the silencing charm from the night before had worn off. All of them jumped up and started to go up there, until Harry ran down the stairs in his birthday suit. Naked and armed with his wand, as well as walking kind of funny, they realized it must have been his scream, not Ginny's.

Harry had finally broken free from his own personal hell, he just wished his wandless magic would have arose to the occasion before she had impaled him on that that thing.

He announced to all of them, while standing halfway down the stairs, "SHE RAPED ME!"

Ron asked Charlie, "Is it possible to rape the willing?"

"I WAS NOT WILLING, SHE RAPED ME, with her thing." Harry had finished in a near whisper.

"Her thing? Unless Ginny has a big secret, I don't think she has a thing," Charlie said looking amused.

Ginny started walking down the stairs toward him, half naked. "GET AWAY FROM ME!" Harry yelled quickly, backing further down the stairs.

"Harry, honey, I was just having a little fun," she said inching towards him.

"No!" He cried out, pointing his wand at her. He could see he was cornered naked, like a trapped animal and quickly apparated away to the first place he could think of.

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