"I have moves you've never heard of!" he called hollered from his broom.

Harry chortled mounting his own broom to join Ron in the air. "Yeah, because you're basically a senior citizen, Ron."

"Whacha talking about? I'm barely older than you and I'm a brilliant Quidditch keeper! Loads better than git, Cormac! And I've only gotten better with age, I'll have you know! I bet I could have even played professionally," Ron staunchly defended his athletic prowess.

"It's not about age. It's about experience and skill. I'd hate to see you break your arm or something because of those brittle bones not being ready for the rigors of Quidditch," Harry teased.

Ginny, who has been listening to the exchange between her boyfriend and her brother, zoomed past them causing their hair to flap in her wake. "Really, Ron? Professionally?" she asked dubiously shaking her head in amusement.

"Well, I reckon the Cannons would have taken me, but ya know, I had other priorities than Quidditch." He glanced over at Hermione sitting on the side of the field reading a book. She waved when she saw him staring in her direction. Ron waved back and nearly lost his seat on his broom. Harry and Ginny exchanged a look and burst into fits.

"Dear brother, are you sure you want to do this? You seem a bit out of practice." Ginny wanted to give Ron a way to gracefully exit before embarrassing himself.

"Hell, no! Let's do this."

The trio took a couple more laps around the field at the Burrow where they were planning to play a friendly game. Ron would be the keeper and Harry and Ginny were competing to see who could score more goals. Ron would be declared the "winner" if he could block more goals than the couple scored, but Harry or Ginny would win if one of them scored the most. Ginny was pretty confident that she could easily overtake both of the boys since she had recently been drafted by the Harpies and would actually be playing professionally in a couple of months. This would be one of their last times like this before she left. While she was excited to embark on the new chapter in her life after school, she wanted to hold on to these last few chances to just have fun with these two. Who knew when her next opportunity would be?

Ginny sidled up to hover next to her boyfriend. "You sure you want to do this?" she quietly asked. "I don't want to humiliate you, love."

"Don't worry, I've got moves you've never even heard of!" His words mirrored Ron's from earlier, but the tone was much more intimate and teasing. It made her insides quiver in anticipation. She watched him fly away from her towards the other end of the pitch to prepare for his drive to the goal.

He raced towards the goal while Ginny's objective was to interfere enough that he couldn't score. Harry weaved up and down and around, but Ginny kept pace with him. She'd been practicing a lot. She didn't do much to hamper his shot at the goal, but she could tell her presence next to him was enough. His quaffle flew wide.

"Damn. I'm not used to a ball this big." He shook his head in dismay.

"Oh really? I thought it was my distracting presence," she gleefully taunted.

It was Ginny's turn next and she was focused and determined to score. She shouldn't have been surprised by how well Harry kept up with her, but she was. She also realized that this was going to be very different than a regular Quidditch match because Harry was focused only on her whereas in a real game the opposing players were focused on their roles like hitting the bludger or scoring with the quaffle or catching the snitch. But Harry didn't have to worry about any of that. His sole focus was on stopping her.

Too bad for him she was very good and scored on her first try.

"YES! I told you you didn't want to go up against me," she bragged.

Harry and Ginny each took their turns and Harry did get better and scored several times. Ginny had a couple of misses but managed to stay ahead, just barely. Poor Ron was having a rough go of it. He did block a few goals, but mostly it seemed to be because of luck, not skill.

"Ok, Harry, this is the last round, if you miss, I win. If you make it, then I get my turn and I can still win. Either way, you have to make this shot or the game is over," Ginny excitedly recapped.

Harry nodded and took his place down the field. He came charging straight down the pitch, right at her. Ginny was confused by his strategy and instinctively moved out of the way so as not to get hit. Apparently, Harry was not expecting this and his speed propelled him forward right into a collision with Ron. Ron stunned by the turn of events lost his seat on his broom and started flailing towards the ground. Ginny sped over to try and catch him, but she couldn't get her hand out fast enough and instead only served to slow Ron's fall to the ground because he crashed into her.

"Ron!" Hermione jumped up and ran over to see how much damage Ron had suffered as he lay on the ground moaning in pain. "Ron! What hurts? How can I help you?" she frantically yelled and pulled his head into her lap, stroking his hair.

"It's OK, Mione," he reassured her while panting to catch his breath and awkwardly patting her hand.

Hermione checked Ron over to determine the extent of his injuries. "Well, you're not bleeding which is good, but you must be hurt. That was a long fall!"

"Owww, my knee is sore. Do you think we can go back to the Burrow and maybe my mum can make me a sandwich?"

Hermione rolled her eyes. "Already thinking about your stomach. I think you'll be just fine," she said drily.

"Thanks for asking about us, Hermione!" Harry indignantly shouted. The pair had each managed to stay on their brooms, but they were both breathing hard and would have some bruises.

"Oh, you're both fine. And both of you are used to this type of stuff." She waved her hand dismissively in Harry and Ginny's general direction as she helped Ron to his feet for the limp back to the house.

Harry flew over to Ginny. "Are you OK?"

"Yeah, that's not a big deal. Pretty much as long as you stay on the broom, you're fine." They both steered their brooms to the ground and dismounted.

"Good." Harry nodded. "And look at this, looks like we're tied!" he declared enthusiastically and throwing his arms in the air, broom in hand.

"What? Uh-uh. Barreling into everyone on the field is not scoring."

"Where was that in the rules?" He smiled slyly.

Ginny thought about the rules they agreed to and shrugged. "I guess, but it was definitely against the spirit of a fun game," she groused.

Harry gave an exaggerated sigh and in a dejected voice conceded. "Alright, even though we tied, let's go back to my flat and I'll make sure you're treated like the winner." He wrapped his free hand around her to pull her close and kissed her. His tongue invading her mouth in a preview of what she could expect when they were in private.

She pulled back slightly to gaze into his eyes. "I'm glad we are in agreement about that." They shared a chuckle in anticipation and headed to the Apparition point.

"Should we go check on Ron?" Harry wondered.

"Nah, he's got Mum and Hermione to look after him. I think I need you to inspect every inch of my body and find all of my…injuries and give them a big kiss to make it all better."