A/N: Told you I'd update eventually. I get rather evil in this one. Hopefully it will be quicker after this point. I definitely have an idea of where I'm going to end this, but I'm iffy on how to get there. Requests for anything you'd like to see before then are welcome :) And please review, I love hearing from you even when I suck at updating!

It was a hot July Sunday a few weeks later, and Hermione and I were sprawled out on the couch, watching the television with the ceiling fan on full speed. We had opened the windows and stripped to shorts and tank tops, but the air was still scorching. So, when the fire roared to life, we both groaned.

"Sorry," Abby's head apologized as it appeared in the fireplace. "I know it's bloody boiling out."

"S'alright," I murmured, sitting up and wiping a hand over my forehead. "Is everything okay?"

"Sure," she nodded. "Do you mind if I come all the way in? This is not comfortable at all."

After a quick glance to confirm with Hermione, I nodded back. "Go for it." Her head disappeared and after a few seconds her body came spinning into view.

"Hi, Gin!" she smiled and hugged me, then greeted Hermione the same way. "How are you girls?"

"It's bloody disgusting out," I groaned. "Can you imagine practicing in this tomorrow?"

Abby rolled her eyes in distaste. "I know. Macy keeps trying to stand in the refrigerator." We all laughed, and then she added, "So, sorry to use the Floo and make it even hotter in here, but I wanted to ask you as soon as possible… I've got a bunch of tickets to the Cup, Macy's dad sets up all of their advertising. Did you girls want any?"

My mouth fell open. "No way! Are you kidding?"

She shook her head. "Dead serious. I've got plenty."

Then I remembered myself. "Well… Hermione doesn't really like Quidditch…"

"Unless you're playing," she was quick to correct me. Abby pretended to gag at us, then giggled. "But I think I could enjoy myself. Don't turn her down just because of me, love."

I tackled her. "I love you! Thank you, thank you, thank you!"

Pushing me away, she laughed, "Gross! You're all sweaty. Go thank Abby!"

"That's okay!" the blonde quickly stepped back. "You don't have to thank me. I'm just so happy making you two happy." She continued to back away as I slowly stepped closer and closer.

"Gin, leave the poor girl alone," Hermione laughed, collapsing back onto the couch and turning back to the telly, looking like a mum leaving her kids to play.

"Fine," I sighed, leaving off with the pursuit. "But seriously, thank you so much, Abby."

"It's no problem. I've actually got eight tickets, and Macy just wants two extra for some friends, so if you had anyone else in mind…"

"You know who would probably really love to come? If you don't mind?" I quickly added. "Harry Potter."

She raised her eyebrows. "I love how you just throw that name around like it's nothing. But yeah, he can have two tickets if he wants them. Here." She reached into her pocket and pulled out a bundle of tickets. "Do you want to take them to him?"

"Yeah, I'll go after work tomorrow. This is so great, thanks again." I started walking slowly towards her again, watching her eyes widen as she backed against the wall. "I don't know how to thank you enough." And I finally captured her in a huge sweaty hug.

The next day I went to deliver the tickets. I stood at the door to Grimmauld Place for a long time after knocking, and had started to wonder if maybe Harry wasn't home, when the door finally opened. Harry stood before me in a pair of green boxers.

"Oh." He blushed immediately. "Sorry, Gin. I thought you were going to be the pizza delivery."

"You ordered pizza."

He nodded.

"You're wearing underwear."

"Right."

I was trying not to look too closely at said underwear, but I couldn't help noticing the light pattern on the fabric.

"Underwear with… the Slytherin crest on them."

"Er… yeah."

I struggled to control myself for a brief second before pouncing on him. "Who is it? Who's here?" When he didn't answer, I had to struggle to breathe through my laughter as I continued to beg him to answer my questions. He tried to be angry at first, I could tell, but it wasn't long before he was laughing with me.

And then someone stepped out of the long hallway into the room, effectively answering my question and taking all humor out of the situation.

He was tall, thin, shirtless and admittedly very sculpted. His face was angular and pale, his white-blond hair falling into his eyes. He had once been the boy that tormented me for six years of schooling. Draco Malfoy was in Harry's house, and Harry was wearing his boxers.

"Erm… okay," was all I could manage to say. Confusion and denial raced through me – It's a mistake and Harry would never… Then, remembering how the blond boy had tormented my family throughout nearly all of my years of schooling, I clenched my hands and stared at Harry, feeling somehow betrayed.

Then, turning to Malfoy, seething with rage and preparing to hex him for – I don't know, corrupting my friend? Sleeping with my ex? – I noticed that he was wearing silk boxers in Gryffindor colours, and I burst out laughing again.

Looking relieved and giggling along with me – God, he was giggling; Draco must have been good – Harry opened the arm closest to his former enemy, inviting him closer. He draped the arm over Malfoy's bare shoulders and turned to me.

"Dray, you know Ginny." And in some surreal alternate universe where Harry wore boxers printed with snakes, I shook a shirtless Draco Malfoy's hand. Harry continued, "Gin, Draco's my…" he blushed, pulling away a little and rubbing the back of his neck. "Well, it's new."

As if my day hadn't already been strange enough, Malfoy put on an expression I'd never seen before, and he looked genuinely happy. "Oh, shut up, Harry." He turned to me. "Your 'Boy Who Lived' has terrible manners, but if he would hurry up and ask, I wouldn't be his… erm…, I'd be his boyfriend."

And then they kissed.

And then the thought occurred to me that it was afternoon, and they were both wearing just underwear, and it had taken a really long time for Harry to answer the door. Which he thought was a pizza delivery. Which meant that they were barely even stopping for food.

"Okay, well," I stammered hurriedly, feeling my face heat up, "I've only just realised the magnitude of the situation I've interrupted, so…" Turning to leave, I nearly reached the door before I remembered why I had come in the first place. "Harry… my friend had some extra tickets to the Cup. She asked if I knew anyone who'd want to come, and I told her I thought you'd love to."

"Wow, thanks!" he grinned, though he was still red in the face as well. When I handed him the two tickets, he hesitated, and his eyes briefly flickered between the slips of paper, Malfoy, and me. "Gin, could we… get coffee or something? To talk about…"

I cut him off. "Harry, don't worry about any of it. Bring Draco to the Cup, and we can all… get to know him better there."

And then, offering the best smile I possible could under the circumstances, I left as fast as I could.

"'Mione, they were acting like us," I groaned, snuggling into her side under the covers. "All happy and disgustingly sweet and I felt like I was in some other universe."

"D'you think you could get them to take a photo in their underwear like you saw them today?" she murmured, sleepily and obviously not as disturbed as I was.

"It's not funny!" Even with this exclamation, I struggled not to laugh. "It's not that I don't want him to be happy, it's just… it's Malfoy!"

"You'd better be nice to him at the match," she frowned. "I can't imagine any of his family or friends being very happy with this relationship; as Harry's friends we have to support both of them. Think how we felt at the beginning."

I knew she was right. But I still didn't like it. I said nothing, only heaved a huge sigh and nuzzled even closer.

"Sure," she continued, "it's unexpected. But then, who could have predicted that you and I would get together?"

Finally allowing myself to smile, I slipped my hand into hers. "I always knew."