Harry looked down, as he let his Quidditch robe fall down to the ground. Ginny and Morgana stood next to each other near the exit.

"WHOO! Go Harry!" His team mate, one of the beaters, Alaric, yelled laughing. He pulled his broom up next to him, "Jump."

Harry smiled. He knew he could do it. He'd done it before, when Coach wasn't watching. He sized up the space between them. It was a good few feet. He steadied himself, and then leapt.

"HARRY!" Morgana screamed.

He lost his concentration, and missed Alaric's broom.

"Holy shit!" Alaric tried to dive, but his Nimbus didn't go fast enough. Harry landed with a rattling thud.

"Oh shit…" Coach sighed, "Harry…" He waddled across the field, kneeling next to his wounded Seeker, "Harry are you alright?"

Harry groaned, "No…"

Coach rolled him over, pressing his fingers against his rib cage, "Well, I don't think anything is broken, which is one good thing…you'll probably be a little bruised."

"Harry!" Morgana knelt next to him, "Are you alright?"

"If you hadn't screamed, I wouldn't have missed…" Harry spat bitterly.

"Oh, Harry! You really are stupid!" Morgana sighed.

"I resent that…" Harry moaned, as Coach pressed on a soon-to-be bruised rib.

Morgana sighed, lifting his head into his lap, "Is he going to be all right, Bix?" She called Coach by his first name.

"I think he'll be fine…" Coach shrugged, and helped his player up, "But he won't be playing tonight."

"Coach!" Harry moaned, "I can to! I'm fine! See!" He spread out his arms, and winced at the tension it pulled in his chest, "Okay…maybe not."

"Morgana, take him home…Harry, check in with me in a few hours." Coach picked up Harry's shirt, and his dusty broom, "And be more careful with this thing…" He handed him the broom first, and then the shirt.

"C'mon Stupid…" Morgana hit him over the head, "I can't believe you did that!"

"I wasn't supposed to miss it, Morgana!" Harry yelled, pulling his shirt carefully over his head.

She rolled her eyes, "Ginny! I'll get a hold of you about that drink! Stupid here needs a little medical attention."

"I'll look forward to hearing from you!" Ginny waved, and then apperated to the Burrow.

"Ginny! Your back!" Her mother was surprised, "Where's Harry?"

"He's not coming." Ginny crossed her arms as she sat at the table, "Mom?"

"Yes dear?" Molly sighed, tossing a dishtowel over her shoulder.

"Did you know that Harry has a girlfriend?"

"Harry has a girlfriend?"

"Her name is Morgana…"

"Morgana…" Molly repeated the name, "Oh heavens! He's not dating her! She's one of his friends-"

"From Privet drive…" the women spoke at the same time.

"Yes…well…" Molly continued, "They met in Harry's last year at Hogwarts. Her father is his manager now. He sent us a letter a few weeks ago, dear."

"When?" Ginny asked, "He told me he'd forgotten about us! That he wanted us to forget about him!"

"Dear…Harry sends us letters every few months…He could never totally forget about us."

"Whom are we talking about?" Ron asked, yawning, as he entered the kitchen, wearing nothing but a pair of drawstring pajama pants.

"Harry."

Ron paused; setting down the container of orange juice he'd just taken from the fridge, "Oh. Why?"

"Well…Ginny invited him to the wedding."

Ron stopped again, arm in mid air, a glass in his grasp, "What?"

"I invited him…to the wedding." Ginny bit her lip. It had been her and Hermione's idea to have a double wedding…they each had agreed on invitation lists…Harry hadn't been on either.

Ron set his glass down on the counter top, and then turned slowly to his sister, "You…invited HARRY FUCKING POTTER to my wedding?"

"It's not just YOUR wedding, Ron!" Ginny stood, leaning on the table, "I wish you would get that it's MY WEDDING TOO!"

"HE WASN'T ON THE LIST!" Ron yelled

"Hey, Hey, Hey!" Molly broke between the two of them, "Settle down! Ron…Ginny invited Harry…If you want to invite someone, invite them…not everything is going to go your way…"

Ron threw his mother's hand off his arm, and turned back to his glass, and juice, leaning against the counter, trying not to loose his temper. In some ways he actually looked like some kind of drug addict who had gone to long with out his substance.

"Okay…" Ron turned again, "You invite your stupid little Harry Potter…I don't care…Hermione and I will get married else where." With that, he picked up the entire container of orange juice, forgetting about the glass, and strode back to his room.

Ginny sighed, sitting back down, and putting her chin on her crossed arms, "Mom…"

"Yes dear?" Molly sighed.

"I really hate him, sometimes."

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"Ow! Damn it, Morgana! That hurts!" Harry was sitting on his kitchen table, while Morgana probed him with various items.

"I'm just making sure that nothing is broken, Harry." Morgana spoke calmly. She was used to treating Quidditch injuries. She did it with out magic, which annoyed the players ten times more.

"Damn it, can't you just-"

"No Harry…you know muggles aren't allowed to use wands."

"Then get me mine, so I can fix this, and go!"

"Go where?"

"I have to talk to Ginny! You had to come rushing in…" Harry glared at her.

Morgana leaned back away from him, tossing her hair over her shoulder, "Excuse me…" She stood, and walked from the room. Harry sighed.

"Morgana…come back…" He stood slowly, nursing his bruised ribs, "I'm sorry…"

"No your not." She crossed her arms.

"Yes, I am…" He put his arms around her waist, being careful of his wounds, and kissed her cheek, nuzzling against her ear, "Its my fault I'm an ass…"

"Damn straight!" Morgana stomped her foot.

"Ow!" Harry yelled, as her heeled foot came down on top of his.

"Oh my gosh! Harry!" She turned, and threw her arms around him, "I'm sorry!"

"Damn straight!" Harry hobbled over to the couch, and examined his foot, "Damn girl…why do you have to wear those things?"

"I'm sorry Harry…" Morgana giggled, "Are you all right?"

"Yea. I'm fine…" He sighed.

"I'm sorry." She kissed him softly, looking at him sleepily through half closed eyes.

"Mmm…I like that idea…that's a nice way of showing your sorry…" Harry pulled her into his lap, "We'll just have to be very…very…" he lost his train of thought, as Morgana kissed him again.