Two Can Play At That Game
By: ProngsLivesOn125
Disclaimer:
If you really think that I own Harry Potter, you need to schedule an
appointment at St. Mungo's. I don't own Harry Potter!
Summary:
Post Hogwarts. He's and international quidditch star. She's a
Reporter for the Prophet. Can two old friends find love in the midst
of a lousy quidditch game? RE-WRITE!
Authors Note: Did you like the first chapter? Hope so! Here's the second chapter. Also, I need names for the Weasley children. Please send them in with reviews. And if you give me a good idea for this story, I'll try to incorporate it into the plot! Thanks!
Chapter
Two:
The
rest of Ginny Weasley's day only got slightly better. She had
finished her article, but in the proves, she managed to get nagged
all day by Terry Boot [her boss], get mud splattered on her while
going to lunch, and come back to her desk only to find seven owls
hooting loudly. She sighed at the thought of what she would have to
do next in order to keep this job. One of the owls was from her
mother; the other was from Hermione, who announced proudly that the
baby was a boy. The others were an assortment of personal and
business letters. She had to sort all of the owls including the list
of essay questions for Harry, which was over a foot long. [Ginny
didn't bother to look at them; she would see them
later.]
After her
long day, she finally reached her small flat in muggle London. It was
small, but Ginny shared it with one other roommate, Sherry. Sherry
was a muggle, so Ginny had to be extra careful around her. Ginny made
her self a cup of tea and tried to get some rest before tomorrow
night. All she wanted to do was sleep. Harry, however, was not worn
out mentally, but physically. His coach had called a last minute
practice. It had been dreadful; there wasn't a muscle in his body
that wasn't throbbing. Harry sighed when he reached his flat. He had
already answered all his owls from that morning. I need to get some
rest, he thought. The Prophet would stop at nothing to get that
interview now that he had agreed to give it.
The cannon's game would be an interesting place to hold an interview.
More than likely there wouldn't be a lot of people and that's why
Harry had chosen it. Publicity was one of Harry's biggest
pet-peeves. It was like sometimes he couldn't get away from the
'famous Harry Potter'. The Cannon's game and getting to see
Ginny would be a great place to get away from the stressfulness of
everyday wizarding life.
That
next morning Harry had no owls. This had been a good thing, because
even if there were any owls, Harry wasn't getting up to let them
in. He slept in until about 9 o' clock. That was rather unusual for
him. His whole body was sore. At about 11, he got an owl from Ron.
Harry:
How's it been mate? Ginny told me about the interview. Did you hear
the great news? Hermione and I are having another baby! It's a
girl! [Again] He's due the middle of June. Hermione is going crazy
with this baby and she can't wait to see you. Good luck at your
match next week. We'll see you at Mum's on Saturday.
Ron
It
was good to hear from Ron. [It meat that Hermione hadn't killed him
yet. LOL] Ron and Hermione had been married for four years. They had
a set of twins already and now this new baby on the way. Ron worked
for the ministry as an Auror. Hermione was an unspeakable, but at the
present time, she wasn't working. She had taken some time off of
work to get the family back on track after the twins.
It
was just then when Harry's phone rang.
"Hello?" Harry said into the receiver.
"Harry?" It was Ginny.
"Hi Gin."
"Did you just wake up?" Ginny asked.
"No, I have been up for a while, just lying in bed." Harry answered.
"Wish I could say the same. Anyway, since my boss is tailing my arse every two seconds, asking about the interview. What time should I be at your flat?" Ginny asked again and Harry could hear typing and phones ringing in the background.
"Well, The match starts at seven, so how about 5-ish? Is that alright?" said Harry, looking at the tickets to make sure he was correct about the starting time of the match.
"Sounds perfect, I get to leave work early, Ha Ha!" Ginny laughed.
"Ha
Ha yourself, I don't have to work today!" He said back to her
gleefully.
"Yes,
well, thanks for the reminder. I'll see you later at 5:00, alright?"
Ginny confirmed.
"Sounds
good, talk to you later." said Harry, putting away the tickets.
"Bye."
"Bye love."
Click. The phone conversation ended. Did he just say, 'bye love'? Ginny wondered out loud. Probably says it to everyone she thought. She managed to get through the rest of the day only because she was looking forward to seeing Harry again. Ginny hadn't seen him in ages. She wondered what it would be like, spending an evening with Harry again.
Ginny
arrived at Harry's flat promptly at 5:00. Harry was still in the
shower when she arrived, so she sat down and looked at Harry's place.
It wasn't small, but it wasn't gigantic. He had a stylish living
room, and a modern kitchen. Everything was kept tidy, but Ginny
figured that it was all done by magic. 15 minutes later, Harry
emerged from the bathroom, his hair was still wet.
"You're
late," Ginny said in a false anger voice.
"I
said 5-ish." Harry retorted sticking out his tongue. "How long
have you been here?"
"About
15 minutes." Ginny said looking at Harry. He looked better than she
remembered. He still had those amazing green eyes, and his hair was
still untidy as ever. Harry was wearing a blue jumper over khaki
pants. He had toned up a bit since she had last seen him. He looks
good, Ginny thought. Of course, when Harry saw Ginny, he realized how
much she had grown up. Same young face, but now she was taller. But
the one thing that would always be Ginny was the famous Weasley red
hair. Ginny wore it long and loose with slight curls at the very
bottom. She was wearing a white tank top and a green over coat that
he noticed matched his eyes, all over a pair of dark blue jeans. Wow,
she's beautiful, Harry thought and said, "Well, are we
ready?"
"Yeah,
let's go." Ginny said, although she had no idea where they were
going.
Dinner would be had a tiny Italian restaurant which was muggle owned and had the best pasta dishes a round. While they were waiting to order their food, they were engaged in conversation.
"So when did you start working for the prophet?" Harry asked Ginny.
"Well
when I got out of Hogwarts, I really didn't know what I wanted to
do. I thought about Quidditch, you know, but I just wasn't good
enough. So then I thought, well, what about the Paper? I first
started as a fashion reporter, but I found out that the job was way
over rated. So, now I do sports, and it's really something that I
love. What about you?" Ginny inquired.
"What
about me?" Harry replied with a mischievous look in his eyes.
"Oh,
come on now, you know what. You are one of, if not the world's
greatest seekers; you caught the snitch in 20 seconds, and your only
24!" Ginny exclaimed.
"So?
You're a reporter for the biggest newspaper in the wizarding world,
and you get to travel all around the world watching Quidditch! What
could be better than that?" Harry asked in disbelief that she
couldn't absolutely love her job.
"It
not all that fun, you know. Always popping here, popping there.
Interviews with players. Some of them are down right nasty. Take
Kerry Jest for example. A week ago, I went to talk to him about the
victory over Brazil, and he didn't want to talk about the game at
all. Plus, there was this girl on his shoulder who looked like she
was 17. It was totally outrageous and . . . . . . . . . ." Ginny
rambled on and on. Boy, that girl could really talk sometimes, Harry
thought, just like her mum.
"Harry?
Harry? Are you alright?" Ginny asked looking concerned. He
hadn't said anything for the past few minutes.
"What?
Oh, yes I'm fine, I was just thinking about someone." Harry told
Ginny, but he was still looking at her face.
"What
can I get for you, sir, madam?" He had a very strong Scottish
accent. The waiter had arrived.
[Ok, let me explain about the phone thing. Harry has a phone. He grew up with muggles, and he decided he likes the phone. Ginny has one at work. So they both have access to the phone. This is the only time they'll be using them though. Hoped it cleared things up.]
