A/N: I'm helping my sister-in-law and her family move this week, including Saturday, so you get an early update!

A/N: This was so much fun to write and I can't wait for you to read it and everything that's coming after! It's going to be so fluffy!

Harry couldn't think of a time he'd been more proud to call Ginny Weasley his girlfriend. She had been given less than a week to fly with Eva and Jason, but as the game played on you'd think she'd had far more time than that. It wasn't perfect, but the three of them were giving the Harpies a run for their money.

Harry was doing his absolute best to live up to the idea that he could be a real second to Alex Kerring. No easy task as the Harpies' Seeker seemed intent on making an example of him. She was far better than her second string counterpart but her style was familiar enough that Harry held his own. Still, they were seven hours into the game and he hadn't managed to catch the Snitch. Harry wondered if footballers had it right with their ability to swap out players throughout the match; he definitely could go for a moment's rest.

The crowd cheered as Ginny scored another goal. Harry grinned; they were up five goals now. If he could catch the Snitch now they'd win the match by 200 points. That seemed to give him a small boost and Harry started another practiced lap around the stadium searching for the Snitch. As he knew she would, the Harpies' Seeker flew right next to him. She said something, but one thing Alex had worked with Harry on was ignoring your opponent, so her words didn't even register. Harry wished he'd been better at that when he played at Hogwarts. He zoned in, looking for all the tell-tale signs of the Golden Snitch. Four laps around the stadium and finally Harry saw it!

Harry kicked his broom into full speed, zooming towards the Snitch, which promptly began trying to outrun him while the Harpies' Seeker pushed her broom forward to catch up to him. Most of Harry's catches were quick ones, a couple of minutes at most. But today the announcer put all their efforts into giving the play by play as Harry fought for 10 minutes to catch the Snitch. At last, the Snitch began plummeting towards the grass and Harry felt like he was right back in one of his first Quidditch matches, diving after it. This time, however, Harry had a better broom, better control, and a lifetime of experience. He pulled off a magnificent catch, hurtling towards the ground faster than the Snitch could ever hope to fly, before grabbing the little gold ball and quickly changing course for one fiery redheaded Chaser.

In all their second string scrimmages, Harry hadn't made a big show of kissing her when they won as he had at Hogwarts, choosing chaste kisses as they entered the stadium. He'd been worried about what Gordon might say, and he wasn't completely positive it would be appropriate. They were adults now, after all. But as Harry caught the Snitch, the underdog victory bubbled inside of him and instinct took over. He brought his broom up next to a cheering Ginny and cupped her face as he leaned in to give her a passionate kiss.

When Ginny pulled back, laughing at him as she gripped her broom with one hand and brought the other up to the nape of his neck, Harry was struck by how perfect this was. Not the winning, though that was brilliant, but Ginny and him. He couldn't think of any other way he'd want to spend every day than knowing he'd fall into bed with her at the end of it. They basically split the week between their flats these days. He couldn't remember the last time he slept by himself. And they worked through everything, every time an argument arose, they pushed through, talked it out, and always found ways to soothe any unintentional harm done. Harry kissed Ginny again. He was completely positive in that moment, that everything was Ginny, and even all of this, even playing Quidditch and winning matches, was secondary to how he felt with her, kissing her, thinking about her, being with her.

"I love you," he murmured against her smile.

"I love you too," Ginny laughed as their team began to encircle them.

"Merlin, Potter!" Jason cheered, "That was brilliant!"

"I told you!" Eva whooped, "I told you they were going to be amazing!"

The congratulations were put on hold so that they could congratulate the Harpies on a game well played. Then the Catapults headed to the lockers.

"Ready for the Press?" Cassidy asked as she pulled off her Keeper helmet.

"Press?" Harry looked over at Ginny who looked like someone had just reminded her of an awful forgotten task.

"Of course!" Phil smacked him on the back. "First-string has a press conference after every game. And since you're filling in, you count as first-string until Alex and Minal are well again."

Harry assumed he looked as nervous as Ginny did.

"Hey," Eva put a comforting arm around Ginny's shoulders, "we'll field most of the questions and we'll help make sure you don't make fools of yourself."

"But just be prepared that they're going to ask about that kiss you gave Ginny, Harry." Ryan laughed but winked at him.

"It's good press though," Jason defended them. "They'll be too focused on that kiss to ask about the Harpies being jackwads to Ginny last year."

Harry gave Jason a grateful smile before pulling on a clean jersey and moving to Ginny.

"You alright?" He asked in a low voice, trying to cut down on the echo so prevalent in locker rooms.

Ginny took a deep breath and nodded, "We'll be alright." Then she grinned and leaned in close to whisper. "And as soon as we can head home I want to continue the conversation you started after the match ended."

Harry smirked, "It was a rather riveting topic, wouldn't you agree?"

Ginny purred and Harry thought he might die right there.

"Come on you two," Eva called as the rest of the team started closing up their lockers.

Harry barely kept back his groan of protest. They followed the team into the press room and found it packed. Gordon was already sitting in his chair and gestured to Harry to take the seat next to him. Harry held fast to Ginny's hand and as she took the seat next to him, Eva sat protectively to her left. Harry took a deep breath. They'd be alright, with Gordon their to keep him in check and Eva there to help Ginny the press wouldn't be able to make them say anything ridiculous.

Then Ginny gave an excited gasp, "Harry! Harry! Look! Luna's here!"

Harry turned and felt relief wash over him as his eyes met Luna's. There was a friendly face in the crowd and suddenly everything felt better as he waved at her.

Ginny leaned across him and spoke to Gordon. "Harry and I will answer any question that comes from the woman from the Quibblr."

Gordon gave her a confused stare, "Er, why?"

"Because she's my best friend," Ginny turned and smiled at Luna who waved back excitedly. "I told her I was playing my first real match today!"

Gordon chuckled but nodded, "If you're sure."

Harry grinned, "Definitely, Luna's amazing!"

It was a few moments longer before Gordon motioned that they were ready. But Harry finally felt the nerves starting to ease just a little.

"We're ready to begin, and we'd like to take the first question from the Quibblr reporter."

Gordon winked at Ginny as she jumped a little in her seat in excitement.

"Thank you," Luna's voice had that singsong quality she always had and Harry grinned.

"Hi Ginny, Hi Harry, what was it like to play in a first-string match?"

Harry gave Luna a quirked eyebrow. He'd been fully prepared to answer what his current thoughts on the nargle epidemic were. But Ginny jumped right into the question.

"It was exciting! There was an energy that the second-string matches lack."

Harry nodded, "It was brilliant. I was nervous but I'm really happy with how everything turned out. It was a great experience!"

Gordon nodded for Luna to continue and her smile seemed a bit more excited at the special treatment.

"How much time did you have to prepare for today's match?"

"Five days," Ginny smiled at the collective gasp that ran through the room. Harry had to agree that stoked his ego as well.

"Last question, can you confirm your relationship status?"

Harry grinned, "We've been dating for nearly four years."

The buzz through the room was louder than before and Ginny grinned at Harry as he rolled his eyes. Luna winked at them before nodding her thanks to Gordon for the exclusive first few moments. The rest of the time passed in a blur of questions, thankfully directed at all the team members rather than just Harry and Ginny.

When the thirty minutes were finally up, Cassidy grabbed Ginny's arm as they headed out the door. "My husband and I are hosting everyone for Chinese takeout and drinks to celebrate. You two should come."

Ginny looked up at Harry with questioning eyes. He chuckled and nodded, "I'm in if Gin is."

"Perfect!" Cassidy's smile lit up her face.

"Just let me say hi to my best friend," Ginny nodded to Luna who was standing near the press door.

Cassidy looked over and grinned, "You have one amazing best friend. I'll wait by the floo so we get you to the right grate."

They walked quickly to where Luna waited and Harry briefly let go of Ginny's hand so she could throw her arms around her blonde friend.

"I love you!" She gushed, "You were absolutely brilliant!"

Luna laughed, "I spent this week determining what the Quidditch reporters would likely ask and then thought if I asked those questions first they'd leave you alone."

"It was brilliant, Luna," Harry smiled and put a friendly arm around her shoulders briefly, "Thanks for that, really."

Luna grinned, "It wouldn't have gone so well if not for the help I got from my friend."

Ginny tilted her head, "You mean Rolf?"

Luna nodded, "Yes, he's quite perceptive of things. He was able to see exactly what I needed the questions to be. He even suggested the relationship question just in case, because I was musing about whether it not you two would kiss like you had after all of those matches our sixth year."

Ginny bit her lip as she grinned, "Remind me, how often do you and Rolf hang out?"

Luna considered the question, "Maybe once or twice a month. He's been helping his grandfather lately with research which puts him out of the country frequently."

Ginny smirked, "Well I hope for you that changes soon."

Luna laughed and shook her head, "It's not like that at all."

"Sure," Ginny nodded, but Harry didn't miss the twinkle in her eye. "We have to get going, but I'll see you Tuesday right?"

Luna nodded and gave Ginny a hug, "Of course."

Harry pulled Ginny close as they walked through the door, "You told me Luna was dating Rolf," he whispered quietly.

Ginny grinned, "I told you Rolf was dating Luna."

"Isn't that the same thing?"

Ginny laughed at his perplexed stare, "Not quite. I met Rolf and he has fallen hard for Luna, but Luna is, well Luna. She has no idea how absolutely gorgeous she is with her dirty blonde hair and silver eyes and perfect figure," Ginny shook her head, "And she can't seem to wrap her head around the concept that someone would be interested in her."

Harry considered it a moment before nodding, "Can you blame her? You were probably the first person outside of her dad to show interest in who she was. I can see how she'd prepare for the rejection in advance."

Ginny groaned, "I know, I know, but Rolf adores her, hangs on her every word. And I just want to see her have some happiness."

Harry pulled Ginny close and kissed her, stopping all progress towards the fireplaces. He couldn't help it. This woman before him was just everything, and each moment with her made him need to show her how amazing she was. To make sure she knew that this was it for him, she was it.

Ginny laughed against him, "Cassidy is waiting."

Harry didn't bother to hold back his groan this time, "Right, let's go be social."

"I promise it'll be fun," she dragged her lips up to his ear to whisper, "and then we'll go home and have a more private sort of celebration."

Harry's breath hitched and he instinctively pulled her into him, placing a searing kiss on her parted lips. Ginny moved into him only to pull away and give him one of her silvery laughs.

"Remember that move," she winked before moving down the corridor.

Harry watched her for a moment. He loved Ginny; he knew he did with every fiber of his being. But today, something was shifting to a deeper level. Somehow today and the past week had brought him further into his relationship with her. The air had shifted and he realized that it was never going to shift back. He was committed, and there was no backing out, ever.