Oliver received a reply by the next morning. His owl returned to him with a letter clutched in his beak. He took the letter and the bird flew away after helping its self to a piece of his bacon. Oliver tore open the letter excitedly and glanced up at the Gryffindor table, Ginny was watching him just as excited as he was.

Oliver,

I'm so glad you sent that letter. We've been trying for ages to find a chaser to replace Sandra but everyone's just been horrendous. When is her next game and we'll be sure to come.

Kali

Oliver set down the letter and grinned at Ginny her eye's widened in surprise before she smiled back at him and then turned to Harry. He watched as she spoke animatedly to him. Harry smiled at her and kissed her lips.

When Ginny entered his class she looked eager to talk to him.

"After." He mouthed to her and she nodded.

The class passed agonizingly slow. They were practicing their silent spells again which most of the class had already gotten the hang of so most of the class was just standing across from their partners staring with constipated looks on their faces. Finally the bell rang and the students headed for the door.

"I'll catch up." He heard Ginny tell Harry before approaching him.

"When is your first Quidditch game?" He asked.

"Um... beginning of November I believe."

Oliver smiled, "The whole team's going to come to watch you play."

"Oh my God!" She squealed, "You're lying!?"

"Not even exaggerating."

"Wow, this is, wow. Thank you."

"Not a problem, you'll do well."

"You still want to coach me?" She asked.

"I would."

"Great." Ginny said with a smile, "I'm free most evenings unless I have Quidditch practice."

"Great. How often do you want to practice?"

She shrugged, "Couple times a week?"

"How about Wednesday's and Friday's?"

"That sounds great."

"So would you like to start tonight or wait until Friday?" he asked.

"Tonight sounds fine."

"Perfect. Meet me on the pitch at 7."

"I can do that." She said and started heading for the door.

"Oh, and Ginny."

"Yeah?"

"Just to warn you, I'm pretty tough, just ask Harry."

"I think I can handle it."

"If you say so, I'll see you tonight then."

Ginny nodded and left the room.

"Are you ready?" Oliver asked when she stepped out onto the pitch that evening.

"Yes." She said grinning, "I can't believe this is happening."

"Well it is." He replied, "And hey, I was thinking and why don't you use my broom this year?"

"You're broom?" She asked, "But it's so beautiful, I couldn't."

"Sure you can." He said and handed her the broom. "It's a good broom and I won't be using it. Besides, I'd like to see Gryffindor win the Quidditch Cup this year."

She held it gingerly in both hands and just stared at it.

"Aren't you going to get on?" He asked.

She mumbled something he couldn't hear.

"What's that?"

"I'm-" She said and closed her mouth.

Oliver watched her, waiting for her to continue.

"I'm afraid I'll break it." She said looking down.

Oliver laughed out loud, "Break it?" he managed.

"Stop laughing!" She said with an embarrassed smile.

He laughed harder and clutched his stomach.

"Stop it!" She said and slapped his arm lightly.

"OK. I'm sorry." he managed and raised his hands, "I'm stopping, I'm stopping."

He fought his smile as best he could but it didn't work.

"Professor!"

This took his smile away completely, "Alright, if I'm going to be coaching you, you can't call me 'Professor' just call me Oliver."

"Deal."

"Now let's fly."

She hesitated.

"Look, I don't get brooms because they're the newest broom or because they look nice. I get them because they're quality brooms that are fast and are going to last me a long time. That is a good broom you've got there. It wouldn't break if you threw it at the Whomping Willow."

"But-"

"Plus, even if you do break it, it's not like I can't afford another one." He said as modestly as he could, "You'll love it, I promise."

"OK." She said, "But what will you fly? You won't want to use my broom, it's just Fred's old Cleansweep."

"Nah, don't worry about it. I have my old Firebolt."

"Oh." She said in a mock sophisticated voice, "Of course your old Firebolt."

They both mounted their brooms and kicked off. Ginny did a couple rounds around the pitch before stopping in front of him.

"Are you sure you want to lend me this broom? I may not want to give it back at the end of the year."

"I'll tell you what, once you're officially with the Holyhead Harpies, I will buy you your own."

Her eyes widened, "I was only joking! I couldn't let you do that."

"Sure you can. Trust me. By the end of the evening you're going to think you deserve it." He said.

"You keep saying stuff like that. I have yet to see you be a hard ass." she challenged.

"We haven't started yet."

Nearly 3 hours later they landed and started to walk inside.

"What time is it?" she asked, eying his watch.

"Um.." He said checking, "About 10."

"Harry's going to wonder where I am." Ginny said, "I told him I be back in like an hour – hour and a half."

"How do you like going to school and being in all the same classes as your boyfriend and your brother?"

She shrugged, "I'm not going to lie, I had been looking forward to a year on my own. But it's selfish of me to not want them to finish their education so that I can have my year alone."

"That's noble."

"Not really. It's nice to have Harry around too." She admitted.

He hated the jealous feeling he got in his chest when she said that and suppressed it before replying, "Yeah, that'd be nice."

"It is." She agreed, "But it's almost impossible to get away and have a little me time. We have all the same classes, we share a common room. The closest I get to me time is when I'm with you."

"Why don't you talk to Harry?"

"Because I don't think he'd take it the way I mean it."

"What do you mean?"

"I think he'd think that I don't want him around anymore. He'd go from being around too much to not at all. I'd rather have too much than too little." She said, "We'll just have to set up another night of practice once in awhile."

Oliver grinned, "We can do that."

"I'd better get inside, it's passed curfew."

"You're right, I should give you detention." he joked as he opened the door and held it for her.

"You sure you want to do that, Professor Wood?"

Oliver cringed at the title, "Don't call me that."

"You treat me like a student, I treat you like a teacher."

"Fine, no detention."

"Good to know I've got some power over you." she said with a smirk.

"Is this a game you want to play, Ms. Weasley?" He asked with a smirk, "I believe you're the one that's wanting to play for the Harpies, most of which I'm good friends with. I could easily write a note saying I no longer thought you were suitable."

Ginny's mouth fell open, "You wouldn't!?"

Oliver flashed her a grin, "No, you're right, I wouldn't. Even if I did they'd ignore me and see for themselves."

Ginny laughed.

"Good night, Ginny." Oliver said when they reached the staircase.

"Night, Oliver." She replied and proceeded up the stairs while he went around to the corridor next to them.