Prompt: "Awfully confident, aren't you?" "I mean, history says I kind of have the right to be." (I 16)

This drabble takes place after the war where Harry and Ginny play professional Quidditch together and are selected to play for the English team. This drabble is rated T.

Note: this prompt is not on my bingo card.

The roar of the stadium full of people was deafening as fans cheered and screamed for their teams. Ginny could barely hear herself think, let alone hear the announcements before the Polish and English teams were introduced to everyone.

England was set to play Poland in the semi-finals of the Quidditch world cup, and there was a lot riding on the line. Poland had been unbeatable their entire playoff-run, bringing about an upset defeat against the juggernaut Russian Federation team in the quarter finals. Sports analysts had predicted that Russia would be the ones winning the cup this year, only to have egg on their faces when Russia humiliatingly lost to Poland 860 to 200.

Now Poland was the favourite to win the cup. If England pulled off the win today, not only would they be going to the finals, but they would be the ones who took down the seemingly unbeatable team.

Ginny fidgeted with her white robes that were trimmed in scarlet red. She had been selected for the National English Team as a Chaser, a huge honor that not many Quidditch players in England got to be a part of. Her husband, Harry, who played Seeker for Puddlemere, the same team for whom she played for, had naturally been selected as Seeker for England. They had been so excited for the opportunity to play together for the English team, and England had been excited that the Quidditch couple would be representing them.

But now with everything on the line in front of them, Ginny could feel the nerves start to worm their way into her mind.

"You're going to play spectacularly. The Pols won't know what hit them."

Ginny turned to face her husband. "Awfully confident, aren't you?" Ginny smirked at Harry.

"I mean, history says I kind of have the right to be." Harry wrapped his arms around her. "I was right that Malfoy was a Death Eater. I was right that a horcrux was at Hogwarts when Hermione told me it was impossible. And I know that you are going to play spectacularly. Game winning goal spectacular."

She arched an eyebrow at his last sentence. "Is that so? Considering it's your job to catch the Snitch and win the game?"

"We'll call it a team effort then. I'll catch the Snitch, you make the game winning goal just before I catch the Snitch."

"I highly doubt that will happen."

Harry's smile widened. "Stranger things have happened. If Krum can catch the Snitch and Ireland still win, then you and I can be the reason why the Polish lose today."

"And now, introducing, the National Polish Team!"

The roar of the crowd grew louder if that was possible.

Ginny grabbed her broom. "I guess that's our cue to line up for our intro."

Harry nodded his head. "Guess so, but first," He cupped her cheek in his hand, pulling her face to his for a kiss. They broke apart reluctantly, knowing they didn't have much time. "Good luck, my wife."

Ginny smiled warmly as he gave her their usual pre-game good luck exchange, giving him one last peck. "Good luck, my husband."

"And now, introducing, the National English Team!"

The roar of the crowd grew again, this time permeated with some boos. Ginny mounted her broom and kicked hard off from the ground, flying out of the tunnel and into the stadium proper with Harry beside her. The boos grew in intensity from the Polish fans as the team flew past their side of the stadium.

Let them boo, Ginny thought, she would be silencing them soon enough. After all, Harry did say she'd make the game winning goal.