Harry stared in amazement as he stood in the middle of Dartmoor Quidditch pitch. There was a decent crowd, all who had paid money to get close to the Harpies today. All money would go to the orphanage.

"You and Ron did a great job of putting this together," praised Harry to Hermione.

"Ron organised the grounds and the advertising," said Hermione. "I'm still amazed that Ginny's team offered to do this for free," she said.

"Yeah," grinned Harry, looking away.

The truth was that he had gone to Holyhead to watch Ginny train with her team for the last time of the season. It wasn't too exciting, as they had mostly run drills, but it did make him itch to get out there on a broom of his own. He hadn't flown in ages.

He'd been waiting for Ginny to meet him near the change rooms, when Lavender beckoned him over. Thinking it was to meet Ginny elsewhere, he followed her. He saw a group of Harpies standing with their backs to him.

"Here he is, girls," giggled Lavender.

The Harpy players turned around. Each one had a protruding stomach. "Look, it's our babies daddy," one said, patting her belly.

"You... all...that...me,"' stuttered Harry, looking appalled at each one. Suddenly he felt faint. He vaguely heard someone yelling, and then he was sitting on the ground.

"Put your head between your knees, Harry," someone said.

"And kiss my ass goodbye," he muttered. Still, he tried it and it worked. After a few moments he felt better, so he raised his head to look around.

His glasses were askew, but he could make out a red blur, waving arms all over the place.

"- absolutely stupid, irresponsible thing I've ever heard of. No wonder the Harpies have this reputation," screamed Ginny to her team mates.

"Aw. Lighten up, Gin, it was just a bit of fun," pouted one.

"Fun! Harry freaked out, thinking you had taken certain liberties with him. I've seen what you did to him, it took me ages to get them all off," she cried.

"Bet that was more fun that putting them on him," said another, winking at Ginny.

Ginny glared back. "You all owe Harry an apology, a big apology," she said, hands on her hips.

"We will. Come on Gin, don't be mad. What can we do to make it up to you?" asked another Harpy.

A smile appeared on Ginny's face. "Now that you mention it-"

All the Harpys groaned.

"I'm working for Harry, or rather, his family Foundation, to raise funds for an orphanage. We're working on a short time frame, so we can really use some help," said Ginny.

"Sure," shrugged one of her team mates. "What do you have in mind?"

Ginny beckoned them closer, and they all put their heads together, talking so quietly that Harry couldn't hear them. He didn't know if it was done on purpose, or if it was a good thing he couldn't hear.

So that's how it came about that the Holyhead Harpies were having a meet and greet day at Dartmoor. For a fee one could have his photo taken with a player, or for a larger fee, one could fly with his favourite Harpy. There were photo opportunities with the Championship trophy from the previous year and there was also a kissing booth.

Jerseys were available to be signed, as well as publicity photos and general autograph sessions. All the Harpy players were in attendance, with most wearing the 'HOPE FOR ALL' orphanage tee shirts, which were also available to purchase.

"Even Gwenog Jones has turned up," cried Hermione.

"I didn't think you'd know who Gwenog Jones was," teased Harry.

"Ron's been educating me about Quidditch," blushed Hermione.

"I bet he has," grinned Harry. Ron winked at him.

"Strange how you were both absent from the meeting at Ginny's the other night," said Harry.

"I was busy," said Ron.

"I was sick," said Hermione, at the same time. They looked at each other and flushed.

"Funny that. You,"said Harry, pointing to Hermione, "told me the next day that you were busy at work and couldn't get away."

"And you told Ginny you ate something and it made you feel ill," said Harry, turning to look at Ron.

"Sounds like you and Gin have been doing a lot of talking," said Ron.

It was Harry's turn to flush. "Erm, where is Ginny, anyway?" he asked, looking away.

"I think it was her turn at the kissing booth," said Hermione.

"What! She...but we...I need to go," said Harry, suddenly hurrying away.

Ron watched him go. "You know as well as I do that Ginny is at the autograph stand," he said to Hermione.

"Oh, is she? I forgot," grinned Hermione. "Harry really didn't like the idea of Ginny kissing others, did he?"

"Forgot, my ass. You're Hermione Granger, cleverest witch I know," scoffed Ron. "But what's my sister got to do with it."

"Can't you just feel the electricity between Harry and Ginny when they're together? I admit I haven't known Harry long, but I know Mrs Potter is worried about the wrong type of witch sinking her claws into Harry because of his wealth," admitted Hermione.

"Ginny's not like that," protested Ron. "I know we didn't have much growing up, but we were loved and us kids didn't know any difference. We had each other for company and we weren't worried about new toys or clothes or anything like that."

"Exactly. That is why I think Ginny and Harry suit each other so well. I wasn't casting aspersions on Ginny's character, honestly," said Hermione.

"Er, okay," said Ron, not sure what the last part meant. "So, you're trying to get Harry and Ginny together?"

"I'm just making sure they spend optimum time together while we're working on this project. If they should fall in love, well, that's completely up to them," said Hermione, somewhat smugly.

"You're brilliant, you know that," grinned Ron, daring to take her in his arms. " I had a really good time with you the other night. Who would have thought I'd say that about a library?" he asked, rhetorically.

"Yes, well, I never thought I'd do that in a library," flushed Hermione. "I know it's not allowed, and it may even be illegal," she said.

"Relax. We got away with it, didn't we," grinned Ron.

"I'll probably feel guilty every time I go back there," she admitted.

"Go back where?"

Ron and Hermione swung around to see Ginny standing there. "The library," said Ron.

Ginny burst out laughing. "You went to a library. What was it, a dare or something?"

"It was actually very interesting," said Ron, his face turning red.

"Really," said Ginny, looking between Hermione and Ron. "So when did you go? Wouldn't have been the other night, would it?" she asked them both suspiciously.

"Of course not. I told you, I was busy working," said Ron, not meeting his sister's eyes.

"And I was ill," said Hermione, "it came on quite suddenly."

"Ha. You told me you were ill," said Ginny, looking at Ron, then at Hermione, "and you owled me the next day to apologise for not coming because you had so much work to do," she said smugly.

"Harry was looking for you," blurted out Ron.

"He was?" asked Ginny, happily distracted. "Do you know he went?"

"I think he was heading to the kissing booth," said Hermione.

"What? Why would he...but we...I have to go," said Ginny, hurrying off.

Harry hurried over to the kissing booth, but didn't see Ginny. He did, however, see some of the Harpies who had apologised profusely to him.

"Hey Harry, what are you doing here?"

It was Tracey Davies, one of his Auror team. "Oh hey. I'm here on Potter Foundation business," he said.

"Oh, that's right," said Tracey. She waved to one of the Harpy's in the kissing booth. "Excuse me," she said, brandishing a pile of tokens she'd purchased.

She went over to Evanna and, giggling, handed over her tokens. The two started kissing.

"Hi, Harry. Come for a kiss?" It was one of the Harpies from that night.

"No. Have you seen Ginny?" he asked.

The Harpy shrugged. "I'll tell you for a kiss. On the house," she offered, eyeing him up and down hungrily.

"No thanks," said Harry uncomfortably. "I'll find her myself."

He wandered around, looking for Ginny. He finally saw her, talking to an older couple who seemed familiar. They were smiling and nodding, and finally they hugged her and walked away.

"Hey Harry," said Georgia, the Harpy who had taken him upstairs to the party. "I really am sorry for what happened that night," she said.

"Forget about it," said Harry. He saw Ginny looking around. Was she looking for him?

"Ginny had no idea what happened that night," said Georgia.

Harry nodded. "I know. It's fine, honestly. Would you excuse me?"

Georgia nodded and he hurried off. He found Ginny signing an autograph for a little boy and having her photo taken with him. She spoke to him, making him laugh, then the two high fived and his grateful family took him away in search of another Harpy.

Harry quickly went over to her before someone else grabbed her attention. "Hey," he said.

"Oh hi," she said, breathlessly.

"Cute kid," he said, looking at the little boy.

"Yeah," said Ginny. "Cassidy's parents were just here, too," she said.

"How are they?" he asked.

"Doing okay. Worried about Cassidy's brother," said Ginny. "Hey, how would you like to go for a fly with a Harpy?" she asked.

Harry hesitated only for a second. "Only if that Harpy is you," he said.

Ginny beamed and nodded. Taking his hand, she went over to the middle of the pitch. "Hey Georgia, can I take a broom?"

"Sure Gin," said Georgia, handing one over.

Harry and Ginny straddled the broom. "Fast or slow, Harry?" she asked, before taking them up.

"If we're talking about flying, I'd have to say...fast," grinned Harry.

"Then hang on to your Harpy. Here we go!" cried Ginny, in exhilaration.

Harry grabbed her around the waist and whooped as she flew straight towards the sky before spinning back around and diving towards the ground. She did a roll and a spin, flying them upside down for a bit before steadying the broom.

"Harry, Ginny, catch!" called Georgia, tossing them a quaffle.

Ginny caught it easily and chucked it over her shoulder to Harry. "I think it's time you scored, Harry," she laughed.

She ducked and weaved, just like Harry had seen her do in professional games against opponents. There were no opponents today, but Harry got a glimpse of the speed and agility required to play at her level. She sped towards the hoops. "Shoot," she cried.

Harry threw the quaffle straight through the centre hoop. He heard applause from down below, and Ginny flew them to the ground. His legs actually quivered as he got off the broom.

"That was awesome," he said. "Thanks."

"You're welcome," she said.

"Ginny, you're needed at the photos," said the Harpy who had offered Harry a free kiss.

"Thanks Sheri. Guess I'll see you in a while," said Ginny to Harry.

"Mind if I tag along?" asked Harry, unwilling to let her go off again.

She smiled at him, and it took his breath away. "I'd love it. Come on," she said.

The two walked off together.

Georgia came over to Sheri. " Looks like Gin and Harry are together. At least something good came out of that night," she said.

" Yeah," sighed Sheri, wistfully.

" Leave them alone, Sheri. We're lucky Harry didn't press charges against us. We would have been in a shit load of trouble then," said Georgia.

" It was just a bit of fun, you know, living up to the Harpy reputation," shrugged Sheri.

" I don't want to be responsible for the Harpy's getting that kind of reputation. I don't mind a bit of fun, a few drinks, but Gin's right. It was irresponsible and stupid," said Georgia, trying to make the younger girl understand.

" Fine, why don't we just change our name to the Holyhead Grandma's," spat Sheri, walking away in a huff.

" That better not have been about me and my age," said Gwenog, gruffly.

Georgia turned to see her coach standing behind her. " Oh, no Gwenog. Nothing to do with you at all," she said hurriedly.

" I've heard a few rumours, Georgia, and I don't like what I'm hearing. The Harpy's certainly don't need that kind of reputation, and if I find out any of it's true, there will be consequences. Understood?" asked Gwenog.

" Y-Yes Coach," said Georgia.

" Good. Make sure you spread the word, although I think I'll speak to Sheri myself. Go, have fun, raise lots of money for this charity," sighed Gwenog, waving her away.

" Yes, Coach. Thanks, Coach," said Georgia, happy to get away from Gwenog when she was in one of those moods.

" Hey Gwenog, you're wanted at the kissing booth," said Tonya, another Harpy.

" Who the bloody hell put my name down for the kissing booth," demanded Gwenog.

Tonya shrugged. " Not sure, but there's already a line up. Have fun," she said, winking as she walked off.

Gwenog stormed off towards the kissing booth. " Damn Harpies," she muttered to herself. She loved her team and she loved her girls, but she was getting too old for all this drama.

"Well hello. Gwenog Jones, right?"

Gwenog turned to see a handsome young man eyeing her off. "Yes," she said, cautiously.

"AJ Potter. It is truly an honour to meet you," smiled AJ, in that charming way of his.

"Harry's brother? Look, I'm on a time frame here. Walk with me," she said,gruffly.

"Heading to the kissing booth?" he asked, falling into step with her.

"Yes," sighed Gwenog. The things she did for charity!

"Good!" grinned AJ, holding up a handful of tokens.

"What the-I'm sure there are plenty of other Harpies you can waste those tokens on, Potter," she growled. Was he taking the piss?

"Actually, no. I'm looking for an older woman, mature, sensual. Someone to teach me the ways of love," crooned AJ.

Gwenog stared at him, half tempted. "Piss off, Potter," she finally declared, storming away.

AJ watched her go with a sigh. He needed to stop using that line. It never got him anywhere.