A/N: Okay, sorry if this chapter really sucks…Its not my fault. I wasn't
actually planning on posting this, because I don't even know if I like it
:o)
Chapter Two.
"Harry! Pay attention to the-" His coach sighed, as another golf ball whizzed past Harry's head, and fell to the ground.
"What?" Harry turned, and saw his coach's annoyance, "Sorry!"
"Get your head out of the clouds!" His couch yelled, pun intended, "Get down here!"
Harry lowered his Firebolt-2002, the newest in the Firebolt line, and the fastest broom ever, and stood next to his coach, "I'm sorry, really I am."
"Yes, well you better not be this distracted tonight! This is a big game we're training for!"
"I know, Coach." He sighed.
"I know you know, Potter!" the older man growled, "Now get back up there!"
Harry re-mounted his broom, and flew back up into the air. They were going to release a practice snitch, but it was quite a nice day out, so they decided that a few charmed golf balls would be more adequate.
Harry rolled his head, willing the tension in his neck to stop bothering him.
"Potter!" His coach yelled, but Harry smiled when he saw the golf ball. He dove, and grabbed it, while swinging upside down on his broom. His coach hated when he did that. While he was waiting for a snitch to appear, he usually did aerobatic stunts on his broom, to chill the crowd…Seekers were especially bored during games, and usually tried to out do each other. Their coaches all thought they were nuts.
He righted himself on hi broom, and tossed the golf ball into a bag on the side of his broom, and then peered over the field. There was a woman edging her way onto the field.
"COACH!" Harry yelled, and then pointed. His coach followed his gaze. It was someone he'd never seen before. Curly red hair, freckles across her nose. She was actually quite cute.
"How you doin'." Coach winked at the lady.
"Excuse me…" She wasn't interested in him, he could tell that much, "Could you please tell your Seeker that Ginny would like to speak with him?"
"Harry!" Coach yelled, "Visitor!"
"Who is it?" Harry was now hanging upside down by one leg, a golf ball in his hand.
"Some Ginny chick! Look, just get down here…"
Harry sighed. Ginny was here? Oh great, that would really make his day. For the second time, he lowered his broom.
"Hi Harry." Ginny smiled. Her hair was nicely curled, and she wore an old looking scarf, but some how she looked very beautiful in it.
"Ginny." He nodded.
"Look, I know you're busy, but could we talk later?"
"Later…" Harry thought through his schedule. Practice was over in an hour…then he had a quick photo shoot for Quidditch Weekly…He had game too.
"How about tonight? I have a game." Harry shrugged.
"That's great." Ginny nodded, "Apperate…the Burrow."
Harry groaned. He hated continent-apperating, "Yea…"
"I know its uncomfortable Harry…but either that, or-"
"I'm not going to the wedding, Ginny, if that is what this is all about."
"Harry!" Ginny sighed, sitting down on the grimy bleachers near by, "Why? We all want you there."
"Your not my friends! These are my friends now, Ginny!" He motioned towards the people in the air, two of which were fighting, and one was falling ever so slowly to the ground.
After a loud thud had sounded, Ginny spoke, "Harry…these are you teammates…we're very proud of you, that you've made a name for yourself here…we just want you to come to the wedding."
"Ginny…I forgot about you people a long time ago…Why can't you-"
"Harry! Good! I caught you!" Morgana suddenly came running from the entrance of the field.
"Whose that?" Ginny asked, suddenly a bit jealous.
"Hello Morgana…" Harry sighed, finding himself suddenly caught between the two women.
"Whose this?" Morgana asked, motioning to Ginny.
"Ginny, this is Morgana…Morgana, Ginny." Harry sighed.
"Potter…can you wrap up this little love fest?" Coach broke between them.
"I'm sorry girls, I have to practice. Morgana…I'll talk to you on Tuesday…Ginny, just go home."
Harry picked his broom up, and ran as he mounted it, lifting into the air. The two women stared at each other.
"So, you're Ginny?" Morgana asked.
"Yea…who are you?"
"Morgana. I'm Harry's manager's daughter." She stuck out her hand, but Ginny just looked at it. Awkwardly, she placed her hand back in her pocket.
"He's never mentioned you in any of the few letters…"
"He changed manager's recently. His last one was…embezzling money from him."
"Your not a witch, are you?"
"No…" Morgana shook her head sadly, "I grew up with father…He was very disappointed when I wasn't a witch…I have no magic in me what-so-ever. My mother was a muggle."
"Your father works for the American Ministry?"
"Oh no! He's a manager for Quidditch players. Harry got his name, from one of his friends…" Morgana smiled, "I was raised as a witch, Miss Weasley…even if I have no magic in me."
Ginny looked at the girl, "I've never had a muggle friend before…Hermione doesn't count."
Morgana smiled, "Would you like to go out for a drink? Harry will be awhile."
"How closely do you work with Harry?" Ginny asked, as the two girls began to walk across the field.
"Well, I do a lot of his scheduling. My father sets things up…we're his secretaries basically."
"So your good friends with Harry?"
"Very good friends!" Morgana smiled, "I helped him find his apartment. See, he knew me when he first moved here…we've been friends for the last few years. I know one of the women who lived across from him no Privet Drive."
Ginny nodded, "I see."
"He's never spoken of any of you…I'm afraid when I gave him your invitation this morning, which was beautiful by the way, he read it, and simply tore it in half."
Ginny sighed, "Poor Harry…"
The two turned to look at Harry, who was standing erect on his broomstick, pulling his shirt over his head.
"HARRY!" they heard Coach yell, "PUT YOUR DAMN SHIRT BACK ON!"
Chapter Two.
"Harry! Pay attention to the-" His coach sighed, as another golf ball whizzed past Harry's head, and fell to the ground.
"What?" Harry turned, and saw his coach's annoyance, "Sorry!"
"Get your head out of the clouds!" His couch yelled, pun intended, "Get down here!"
Harry lowered his Firebolt-2002, the newest in the Firebolt line, and the fastest broom ever, and stood next to his coach, "I'm sorry, really I am."
"Yes, well you better not be this distracted tonight! This is a big game we're training for!"
"I know, Coach." He sighed.
"I know you know, Potter!" the older man growled, "Now get back up there!"
Harry re-mounted his broom, and flew back up into the air. They were going to release a practice snitch, but it was quite a nice day out, so they decided that a few charmed golf balls would be more adequate.
Harry rolled his head, willing the tension in his neck to stop bothering him.
"Potter!" His coach yelled, but Harry smiled when he saw the golf ball. He dove, and grabbed it, while swinging upside down on his broom. His coach hated when he did that. While he was waiting for a snitch to appear, he usually did aerobatic stunts on his broom, to chill the crowd…Seekers were especially bored during games, and usually tried to out do each other. Their coaches all thought they were nuts.
He righted himself on hi broom, and tossed the golf ball into a bag on the side of his broom, and then peered over the field. There was a woman edging her way onto the field.
"COACH!" Harry yelled, and then pointed. His coach followed his gaze. It was someone he'd never seen before. Curly red hair, freckles across her nose. She was actually quite cute.
"How you doin'." Coach winked at the lady.
"Excuse me…" She wasn't interested in him, he could tell that much, "Could you please tell your Seeker that Ginny would like to speak with him?"
"Harry!" Coach yelled, "Visitor!"
"Who is it?" Harry was now hanging upside down by one leg, a golf ball in his hand.
"Some Ginny chick! Look, just get down here…"
Harry sighed. Ginny was here? Oh great, that would really make his day. For the second time, he lowered his broom.
"Hi Harry." Ginny smiled. Her hair was nicely curled, and she wore an old looking scarf, but some how she looked very beautiful in it.
"Ginny." He nodded.
"Look, I know you're busy, but could we talk later?"
"Later…" Harry thought through his schedule. Practice was over in an hour…then he had a quick photo shoot for Quidditch Weekly…He had game too.
"How about tonight? I have a game." Harry shrugged.
"That's great." Ginny nodded, "Apperate…the Burrow."
Harry groaned. He hated continent-apperating, "Yea…"
"I know its uncomfortable Harry…but either that, or-"
"I'm not going to the wedding, Ginny, if that is what this is all about."
"Harry!" Ginny sighed, sitting down on the grimy bleachers near by, "Why? We all want you there."
"Your not my friends! These are my friends now, Ginny!" He motioned towards the people in the air, two of which were fighting, and one was falling ever so slowly to the ground.
After a loud thud had sounded, Ginny spoke, "Harry…these are you teammates…we're very proud of you, that you've made a name for yourself here…we just want you to come to the wedding."
"Ginny…I forgot about you people a long time ago…Why can't you-"
"Harry! Good! I caught you!" Morgana suddenly came running from the entrance of the field.
"Whose that?" Ginny asked, suddenly a bit jealous.
"Hello Morgana…" Harry sighed, finding himself suddenly caught between the two women.
"Whose this?" Morgana asked, motioning to Ginny.
"Ginny, this is Morgana…Morgana, Ginny." Harry sighed.
"Potter…can you wrap up this little love fest?" Coach broke between them.
"I'm sorry girls, I have to practice. Morgana…I'll talk to you on Tuesday…Ginny, just go home."
Harry picked his broom up, and ran as he mounted it, lifting into the air. The two women stared at each other.
"So, you're Ginny?" Morgana asked.
"Yea…who are you?"
"Morgana. I'm Harry's manager's daughter." She stuck out her hand, but Ginny just looked at it. Awkwardly, she placed her hand back in her pocket.
"He's never mentioned you in any of the few letters…"
"He changed manager's recently. His last one was…embezzling money from him."
"Your not a witch, are you?"
"No…" Morgana shook her head sadly, "I grew up with father…He was very disappointed when I wasn't a witch…I have no magic in me what-so-ever. My mother was a muggle."
"Your father works for the American Ministry?"
"Oh no! He's a manager for Quidditch players. Harry got his name, from one of his friends…" Morgana smiled, "I was raised as a witch, Miss Weasley…even if I have no magic in me."
Ginny looked at the girl, "I've never had a muggle friend before…Hermione doesn't count."
Morgana smiled, "Would you like to go out for a drink? Harry will be awhile."
"How closely do you work with Harry?" Ginny asked, as the two girls began to walk across the field.
"Well, I do a lot of his scheduling. My father sets things up…we're his secretaries basically."
"So your good friends with Harry?"
"Very good friends!" Morgana smiled, "I helped him find his apartment. See, he knew me when he first moved here…we've been friends for the last few years. I know one of the women who lived across from him no Privet Drive."
Ginny nodded, "I see."
"He's never spoken of any of you…I'm afraid when I gave him your invitation this morning, which was beautiful by the way, he read it, and simply tore it in half."
Ginny sighed, "Poor Harry…"
The two turned to look at Harry, who was standing erect on his broomstick, pulling his shirt over his head.
"HARRY!" they heard Coach yell, "PUT YOUR DAMN SHIRT BACK ON!"
