Author's Note: I never really thought I'd make it to over a hundred reviews. So wow. Pretty cool. I'd really like to make it to a much bigger number! If I could give all my reviewers cookies, I would.

Ok. So here's what happened with the Harpies. I had this section written all together and I split it up against my better judgment. And then I realized that I had Ginny's letter poorly worded anyway. I did know that the Harpies were an all female team, but I had been thinking about how the NFL is organized and how people get shuffled around... I'm sorry! Go with me here. It gets better. Don't hate me!

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Harry and Ginny

"What does yours say?" said Harry quietly.

"That I'm going to be scouted. Mine is from Gwenog Jones," she said.

"Thats strange. Mine is from the owner of the Hollyhead Harpies and the Caerphilly Catapults," said Harry.

"You're being scouted?" she said.

"It says they're looking to re-shuffle the teams. They're looking for only one player and they're letting Gwenog Jones choose," he said, "Says she'll be the one at the games and that she'll choose the new player."

"But not necessarily for the Harpies?" she asked. Harry looked back down to the letter in his hand.

"No. Otherwise they wouldn't be looking at me, would they?"

"So it says that you're actually being considered to play professionally?" Ginny asked.

He nodded, sighing.

"Are you going to accept?" she asked.

He didn't say anything for a moment. Ginny knew how much he loved the game. She wondered if he had ever really thought about himself as being good enough to play professionally. She had always known that he wanted to be an auror, but what if he wanted to play quidditch first?

"Yeah," he said after a moment, "I think I am."

"Well," Ginny said, folding her arms, "So am I."

"I didn't think you'd want to," Harry said, taken aback. Ginny got to her feet.

"And why not?" she asked, stepping around her chair, "You don't think I'm good enough?"

"I didn't say that, but I didn't really think it was your thing," he said.

"Of course its my thing, Harry," she said her eyes narrowed and her arms folded as she rose to her feet. The room had fallen silent under the weight of their tension.

"If you don't think I should try, I won't. If you really want it that badly ---"

"You damn well better play your hardest, Harry," she said, glaring, standing but a foot away from him, her head tilted back as she looked up at him, though Harry seemed to shrink just a bit.

"Fight me for it."

Charlie

Charlie woke up slowly the next morning, warm and comfortable in his bed. Bright sunshine was pouring through the clouds across his face, and when he opened his eyes, he could see the trees outside swaying in a gentle breeze.

He could also see Valeria asleep beside him, her hair splayed across the pillow, her peaceful face just beside his. He smiled a little, feeling that at least something was right in his life.

She must have felt him shift a bit, because she muttered under her breath, "Just ten more minutes..."

Charlie chuckled softly and kissed her forehead. He watched as her eyes opened and she looked at him, and he was suddenly fearful. What if she woke to regret?

"Hey," she said groggily. He was so relieved when he saw her smile, that he felt as though an anvil had been lifted from his chest.

"Good morning," he said. He took her hand that was resting beside her face in his own, kissing it. "How did you sleep?"

"Cozily," she replied, then seemed to think about that for a moment, "if thats even a word."

Charlie laughed for a moment, then asked, "What would you like for breakfast?"

"Pancakes?" she said, sitting up. It touched him how comfortable she was with him, and with what they had done so very unexpectedly.

But wasn't that what he had wanted? He thought about it for a moment.

No. I wanted to be close to her, but not to have her regret this. Will things be awkward?

As he climbed out of bed after pulling on his boxers, he felt her hand grasp his arm. He turned around to look at her to see her sitting up, clutching the quilt his mother had made to her.

"Charlie, what are we doing?" she asked. He turned to her, the tensity stretching across his shoulders. It was now or never and he knew it, but how could he ever find the words? How could he ever tell her how he felt when he watched her work with the young dragons and how he admired how she moved as she danced around the crew's Friday night fires, singing along with the radio.

"What ever you want, Valora," he said, looking at her, "Anything. I'll take as much or as little of your time --- of your attention --- that you're willing to give me."

The tensity turned to pain as he watched her eyes, somehow surveying him without moving a centimeter. She was just watching him, and yet he felt as though she had somehow gotten inside him and was searching every little bit of what and who he was. He did not want to hide anything from her, but he was afraid she wasn't going to like what she found.

"Can you make pancakes with chocolate chips in them? Because if you can't, I suggest you figure it out. Its my favorite. And no cheating and using magic. Its just not the same."

Charlie grinned and kissed her hand. "Of course not."

Ron and Hermione

Hermione was not inherently an early riser. When it came to school and something scheduled that she had to do, she had learned to drag herself from bed and go about her day, but when she understood that there was nowhere to be at any certain time, the rest of the world could wait.

When she finally awoke, she did so slowly, vaguely realizing that her outer-shirt was no longer on her body, that her belt was missing and that her shoes and socks were off of her feet. She knew she had fallen asleep fully clothed, so how was it that everything was suddenly somewhere else?

She opened her eyes to find herself tangled up in the comforter of the hotel bed, her shoes, socks and belt nearly piled against the door, and her shirt folded neatly on the bedside table. Her hair was frizzier than usual, and her skin felt sticky --- the first sign that it had been a rough night. Vaguely, she could recall some vivid dreams, and they were quite unpleasant.

Ron emerged from the bathroom, ruffling his red hair with a crisp white towel. She curled up a little more into the covers and watched him, smiling. His hair had become quite shaggy, since there had been no one on the run with them to trim it, and he wouldn't let her come near him with the scissors. Truth be told, Hermione was rather fond of his new, shaggy hair.

"Well, good morning," he said. Hermione smiled a bit.

"Hey," she said quietly.

"I didn't want to wake you. You looked so content."

She nodded a little. Something in his voice was different than what it had been a year before. It didn't sound deeper and the way he talked was the same... no, it was something else.

"You've changed, Ron," she said, still curled up under the covers. She was aware that her toes were quite cold, but didn't have the presence of mind or the energy to cover them up. She was thankful when Ron walked over and did, before sitting on the edge of the bed beside her. A year ago, she wasn't sure he would have done that.

"I guess so," he said, looking at her, but still not looking into her eyes. "I think when I left you guys, something snapped inside me. I'm so sorry, Hermione."

She shook her head, sitting up a bit. "Its over now. Nothing we can do."

Ron nodded a little bit, and Hermione sat up, shaking her head a bit and gingerly feeling her hair. It felt frizzier than usual, and she sighed, rubbing her eyes.

"You can see the ocean from the window, you know. Just a little. D'you want to go down to the shore?"

Hermione nodded a little bit, "Yeah, but then I think we should go home. I really, really want to get life back to normal."

Ron laughed a little bit. "What is normal, Hermione?" he asked, "I mean, think about it. We've never had a normal year at Hogwarts, and we were too young to know what it could possibly be like to be adults in the world. Besides, there's going to be a new ministry now that Kingsley is in charge."

"Yeah, but still. We've got one year left. Things will be different. I'm ready to find normal."

They smiled at each other, and Hermione giggled a little as Ron leaned in and kissed her. That had to be a part of normal, she thought.

Author's Note: It took me a long time, and its short. I'm sorry.

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