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: Thanks for all your suggestions. I'll try to work them in. If you have more ideas for names and such, please send them in with a review!!

Chapter 3: Mr. and Mrs. Potter

Note: Fear not, readers. This is not the last chapter. This is not the part where Harry magically sweeps Ginny off her feet and they get married and live happily ever after.

The stadium where the Chudley Cannons played wasn't packed at all. No one was there. There were more people in the press box that in the stands. Harry and Ginny didn't mind, though, there was more room for them they figured. They walked into the stadium, where there was a young kid taking their tickets.

"Your seats are down that isle, on the left. There you are Mr. and Mrs.," the ticket master looked at the tickets, "Potter? Oy! Stevie! Look at this! "
"What? Mr. and Mrs. Potter?" Harry and Ginny said at the same time, both thoroughly confused.
"Stevie! Harry Potter got married!!" The kid said.
"Um, look, we're not married." Harry said, indicating him and Ginny.
"Don't worry, Mr. Potter, I know how to keep a secret." The kid said.

"Look, um, Patrick," Ginny said looking at the name tag pinned on his shirt. "You're really not getting this. Harry and I aren't married."
"You're secrets safe with me Mr. and Mrs. Potter. Enjoy the game. NEXT! " Patrick said and ushered them out of the way.

Harry shrugged his shoulders and said sarcastically, "Yes, well, Mrs. Potter and I would like to go see the game, so if you'll excuse us. Come on Gin, let's go." He grabbed her hand, and flashed Ginny a smile which made her go weak in the knees. They walked to their seats, from which they were able to see the whole pitch. When they got there, Ginny didn't say anything. It was Harry who broke the silence.

"So, what do you think of these seats, Mrs. Potter?" Then they looked at each other, and burst out laughing.

"I assure you, Mr. Potter, Mrs. Potter is enjoying this whole night very much. I can't believe that the kid though I was your wife. Do you think it could work on Mum?" said Ginny smiling at him.
"I don't know. But anyways, why do you keep worrying about getting married for your mum? When you want to, you will. I mean, I'm older than you are." Harry said trying to make her feel better.
"I know, but you know she always thinks that I should of started a family by now, and she keeps saying that I should be more like Hermione– "
"More like Hermione? Having bushy-red head kids every two years?" Harry questioned.

"I guess so, but what if I didn't want to have bushy-red haired kids every two year?" Ginny said.

"Then you'll have sleek red haired kids." Harry joked.
"You are too much." Ginny said laughing.
"Am I really?" Harry questioned, with a look of amusement on his face. He was enjoying this. It was fun to tease Ginny. It was nice to take a break from the whole 'Harry is famous' thing and just be Harry.

"Yes, but I'm sorry to say that I have an interview to give." Ginny said her smile fading.

"Oh Damn. I forgot." Harry said seriously.
"Yeah, I'm sorry to say. So should we start on it?" Ginny said.

"I guess so" Harry said.
"Ok," Ginny said, "Do you think that your popularity has increased because of your recent performance in Japan? What a stupid question."
Harry answered, "I don't know if my popularity has increased, but that's not what matter's. I know that my ability to help my team go the furthest we can go in the play-offs is the only thing that is important."
Ginny looked at the parchment which had the rest of the questions on it. She tore the paper is halves and then quarters. "Harry, there is no way I'm asking you these questions. They are simply ridiculous! There was one on there that said, 'which do you prefer, blondes or brunets? I mean come on."
Harry retorted, "I think red-heads are more fun and easier to tease."
Ginny just smiled at him. "Very funny"
The match continued on. The Cannons were getting slaughtered and eventually, they lost 390-20.
"Well, Ron won't be happy about the match." Harry said as he exited the pitch with Ginny. As they were leaving, the kid who took their tickets before said: "Bye, Mr. and Mrs. Potter!"

"I'll take you home." Harry said.
"Ok, I only live a little ways from here." Ginny said. It was chilly outside, so they walked closer together. They talked about how they the Quidditch match, with out even looking at the score, about the dinner on Saturday, about this and about that. When they reached Ginny's flat. She stopped at the doorway, and turned to Harry.
" Thanks for everything, Harry. I had a really great time." "No problem, I'm sorry about the interview." Harry said.
"Oh, Terry'll get over it. I guess I'll see you at mum's dinner on Saturday, then?" she asked.

"Yeah, um do you want to meet me at my flat, and we could go there together? Harry asked.

"Yeah, that's fine." Ginny said. Harry went up to hug her, and she hugged her too. The Harry reached over and gave her a peck on the cheek.
"See you on Saturday," Harry said smiling and just them apparated home with a very discreet pop.
Ginny stood on her the front porch of her building smiling.