A.N. Hey Peeps! Thanx for all of the reviews. This chapter is dedicated to SEEKER_2000, who is an awesome reviewer!!!!!!!!!!!
Malena
Harry woke up at six thirty, with Spot licking him in the face. Harry got up and took Spot for an early morning walk. While Spot lifted his leg to a tree, Harry was thinking of the previous night's events.
So, Ginny and I are back together, Harry thought. He couldn't help it, he grinned happily. Harry glanced at his watch and realized that it was fifteen minutes until seven, and until he had Quidditch Practice.
Harry returned to his apartment and pulled on his Quidditch robes. Then he Disapparated to the Quidditch field. Harry walked to where the rest of the team was crowded around Speed.
"Yep! I, Speed Norman, is the most Reckless Flyer in a Quidditch Match," he gloated. "Why Potter! Did you hear the news? I am the-"
"Most Reckless Flyer, I know," Harry said. "I was there last night."
"Oh, yes, you won that er… award."
"Yep."
"You won an award?" Jersey asked. "For what?"
"Biggest Accomplishment."
"Really? I thought that you would've won for biggest jacka-"
"Jersey," Yolanda said warningly.
"All right team, we've got an important Quidditch Match coming up," Wallus said. "Can anyone tell me which one it is?"
"Ooh! Ooh! Over here!" Jersey exclaimed, raising her hand high into the air. "Over here!"
"Yes Jersey?" Wallus said.
"The European Cup."
"That's right. If we win this next match we are going to be playing against France in the Eurpean Cup." Harry was shocked. He didn't know that the last few games that he had played in were semi-finals. He hadn't been paying much attention lately.
"Let's go practice!"
As Harry packed up his Firebolt he noticed someone hovering over his shoulder. He spun around and found himself face to face with Ginny.
"Hey Harry," she said.
"Gin? What are you doing here?" Harry asked.
"Well, every Saturday my mom, Hermione, Jersey and I all have tea together, I was just stopping by so Jersey and I can go together. I saw you over here so I thought I'd say hi."
"That's nice of you," Harry said. "I need to ask you something. If we get to play for the European Cup, it will be held in France. I was wondering if you'd like to go with me."
Ginny looked shocked for a moment, but then she smiled. "I'd love to."
"It's not for sure, but we have a good chance to win the next match, and if we do win, we'll go to France."
"Just think, we won't have to go to The Magic of France or Paris or whatever anymore," Ginny said.
"Yeah."
"Hey Gin," Jersey said, coming up behind her, "Ready to go have tea?"
"Yep. Let's go. See you soon Harry," She added.
"Bye Gin."
Ginny and Jersey disappeared and a few seconds later so did Harry.
"Welcome to the 317th annual European Cup!" Yelled Ludo Bagman over the screaming crowd. "Here is the Puddlemere United Quidditch Team! Matten!…"
Harry was nervous. No, Nervous was an understatement. He was somewhere between panicking and fainting.
"Don't worry," Ginny had told him before the Quidditch match. "You'll do fine. You're the best Quidditch player that I have ever known."
Then she kissed him and said goodbye before going to her seats in the stands with the Weasleys and Harry's Dad.
"Potter!" Cried Bagman. Harry took a deep breath and ran out onto the Quidditch Field. It was bright and sunny. Harry ran to stand beside Jersey.
"Nervous Harry," she said through gritted teeth.
"No, why would I be nervous?"
"Because I feel like I'm about to loose my lunch," Jersey said. "That's how nervous I am. Oh! Look, there's my boyfriend!" She gave a little wave to someone in the crowd.
"I thought that he was your cousin," Harry said sarcastically. "Or wait, was it your brother?" Jersey punched him in the shoulder.
"All right, you know what, I'm calling a truce." Jersey said. "You've got Ginny, and I've got Cody. We don't need to keep torturing each other about it. Truce?" She held out her hand, which Harry shook.
Ludo Bagman was now calling out the French team. After announcing the referee, the two captains shook hands, or at least that's what Ludo said it was, from where Harry was it looked like they were trying to break each other's fingers.
The referee blew the whistle suddenly, and all 14 Quidditch players flew into the air and went shooting off in different directions.
Harry flew higher than the rest of them, glancing around for the Snitch. The opposing Seeker followed suit, floating in the air about twenty feet away from Harry.
"'Ou are going down," said the opposing Seeker through a thick accent.
"No, you are," Harry said under his breath. On instinct, Harry went into a sharp dive and faked a look of concentration.
"Look at them go!" Cried Bagman. "Potter and Livre go shooting to the ground! Oh! I say!"
Harry pulled out of his dive, only about a half of an inch between him and the ground. Livre, the other Seeker, rolled off of her broom.
"Ooh! Potter was feinting!"
"No shit Sherlock," Harry muttered under his breath. He flew back up into the air, searching around for the Snitch while several medi-wizards ran onto the field.
"And Livre is back in the air!" Livre, only getting a broken nose, flew back into the air and flipped off Harry. Harry returned the gesture and flew off.
It seemed obvious that the team from France had been reading The Beater's Bible. One part of the book said, Take out the Seeker, and they were trying very hard to do that.
"ON YOUR LEFT POTTER!" Bellowed Speed. Harry had to turn over in midair as a Bludger came shooting toward him.
"Close shave, Harry," Jersey said, flying after the Bludger and hitting it toward the French Keeper.
Harry, his eyes darting around the stadium, spotted a whole entire row of red hair. It was the Weasleys, they were holding their Omnioculars up to their eyes, and waving at Harry. He waved back and then flew off in search of the Snitch.
Suddenly, he spotted it. It was hovering below Jersey, who was swinging her club to hit a Bludger.
"Jersey," Harry hissed. "Don't move!"
"Why not?" Jersey asked, turning suddenly and looking at Harry. The Snitch, sensing the movement, went speeding away, with Harry chasing after it.
Livre spotted Harry speeding after the Snitch and shot after him. They were speeding toward the ground, the Snitch only feet before them. Harry took one of his hands off of his Firebolt and reached out toward the Snitch. Suddenly, both of them hit the ground and went rolling off of their brooms. Harry, making a wild swipe with his hand, caught the Snitch. But he had hurt his leg when they had hit the ground. Harry now stood on one leg, holding up the Snitch high in the air while the six other teammates went speeding toward him.
"Yes! Yes! You did it! We did it! You did it!" Cried Jersey.
"Great Job Potter!" Yelled Wallus. Harry just grinned…
"You were great out there today Harry," said James later that evening, when Harry was packing up his stuff.
"Thanks Dad," Harry said, zipping up his broom case.
"How's your leg?" James asked, eyeing the bandage that was wrapped around Harry's ankle.
"It's fine, I just have to keep the bandage on for a day or so."
"Right, well, I'm sure that you want to go party with your teammates…"
"Actually, I've got a date with Ginny," Harry said. James raised his eyebrow and smirked at Harry.
"Don't look at me like that Dad," Harry said.
"No, I'm just thinking that I proposed to your mother in France," James winked at Harry and then disappeared. Harry rolled his eyes and then lifted his broomcase.
"You were flying really well out there," Ginny said as they walked down a huge street. Muggles were walking all around.
"Thanks," Harry said. "I saw you in the stands."
"I know, I saw you wave." Harry grinned.
"So, where are we going?"
"Guess."
"I honestly don't know."
"Follow me," Harry said. He led her to a park that was almost deserted. "Hold my hand."
Ginny put her hand in his and they both disappeared.
"Oh my god," Ginny gasped. "It's beautiful." She was looking up at a giant castle.
"This is where Merlin spent his summer," Harry said. "There is a tour starting in ten minutes. Do you want to go?"
"Of course," Ginny said, still looking up at the stained glass that twinkled in the windows. Harry linked arms with her and they both went up to the drawbridge, where a wizard dressed up as Merlin was standing.
"You two seem to be the only ones tonight," said 'Merlin' with a heavy accent. "Of course, most people are out celebrating or rioting, depending on if you were for England or France."
"Okay, how much does it cost?" Harry asked, reaching into his pocket for some money.
Suddenly the man glanced up at Harry's forehead.
"Merlin's beard," He gasped. "Or should I say, my beard. Are you Harry Potter?"
"Yes," Harry said. "How much does the tour cost."
"For you and your lovely lady it is free," said Merlin. "Now come, let us begin the tour."
The man led the two of them up the crystal looking steps of Merlin's castle.
"After helping with King Arthur for many years, Merlin retired and moved into two houses, this one for summer and the other for winter…"
"Oh man, I wish I lived here," Ginny gasped as she looked up at a stained glass rose that was put on a door.
"Merlin was a very big fan of stained glass," said the wizard, "Continuing on our tour…"
Each room was more beautiful than the next. The bedrooms were enormous, huge beds with silk and velvet sheets.
But the most beautiful room had to be the ballroom. The floor seemed to be glass, and underneath the floor were fishes of many colors swimming around the many water flowers. There was music echoing around the room and the ceiling had a stained glass lily that was held by an angel.
"It's beautiful," Ginny whispered, looking up at the ceiling.
"It's not as beautiful as you," Harry said, wrapping his arm around Ginny's waist. Ginny blushed and smiled. She rested her head on Harry's shoulder and they walked away.
"So, are you ready to get something to eat?" Harry whispered into Ginny's ear.
"I suppose," Ginny said.
After eating a small dinner, Harry walked Ginny back to her hotel room.
"Thanks Harry," Ginny said. "I had a lot of fun today."
"You're welcome," Harry said. He leaned forward slowly and kissed her on the lips. The two of them stood there, lips locked together, right outside of Ginny's room.
"Well, I suppose that I had better go," Harry said after the kiss was broken.
"Harry?" Ginny said.
"Yes Gin?"
"Would you like to come in?"
"Ginny? What are you smiling about?" Asked Hermione the next day. It was Saturday, and as a special treat, Mrs. Weasley, Hermione, Jersey and Ginny were going to brunch in a French restaurant. They had decided to stay a few days after the match, to see the sights and stuff like that.
"Smiling?" Ginny asked, putting some sugar in her tea. "I'm not smiling."
"Yes you are," Mrs. Weasley said. "Really dear, you've had that same smile on your face all day." Mrs. Weasley sipped her tea, still looking at her daughter. "Are you in love?"
"I don't know what you're talking about," Ginny said.
'That's not just an "I'm in love" smile," Jersey said, sitting back in her chair, analyzing Ginny. "No, I think it's also an "I got me some" smile."
"Oh honestly, you're worse than Ron," Ginny said.
"Did you?" Hermione asked.
"Did I what?"
"You know."
"Oh come on-"
"Was it with Harry?" Mrs. Weasley asked.
"Mum!"
"Ginny, just spill the beans. You did do it, didn't you?"
"No comment."
"No comment means yes."
"It does not!"
"Does too!"
"Now girls," Mrs. Weasley said. "Ginny, I know you're a grown woman now, you're almost 20, but honestly, you're acting like a 12 year old. We're all grown women, so spill the beans."
"Was it good?" Hermione asked. Ginny, who sighed exasperatedly, put down her tea and then looked up at the three of them.
"Well, was it good?" Jersey asked. Ginny, blushing, nodded.
"Ooh, give us some of the details," Jersey said.
"Jersey, what do you care?" Ginny exclaimed. "You've slept with him."
"So?"
"Oh for pete's sake," Ginny said. "Can we change the subject?"
"No," said Hermione. "Do you think he might be the one?"
"Hermione-"
"Ginny, just tell us," Mrs. Weasley said. "Do you love him?"
Ginny was silent for a moment, and then she nodded.