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: TODAY'S MY BIRTHDAY. So, as a present to you, I decided to write a chapter. It's not very action filled, but it still needed to be written. There should be another chapter in the next two days. I might also be starting another story soon, so watch out for that as well!!
Chapter 4: Mysterious Seeker Seen with Fiery Redhead
"Who was that?" Sherry Williams, Ginny's roommate, asked. Sherry was reading "Witch Weekly" and sipping a drink.
"Oh! Um, just a person who I was interviewing for the paper." Ginny said, trying to hide her blushing face.
"Uh-huh." Sherry replied not looking up from her magazine.
"I'm going to bed" Ginny said wondering why Sherry was being so quite.
"Right" Sherry said. Ginny kept walking towards her bedroom. Instantly, she changed into her pajamas and went to bed. She would need the energy to explain why Harry hadn't given the interview to Terry tomorrow.
The next morning, Harry woke, once again to the sounds of owls. He groaned and got up to let them in. One was from the England National Quidditch Team, (he decided to open that later), one was from the Hogwarts Quidditch Department, (asking if he would like to teach a class twice a week), and the last one was from the Daily Prophet. He ripped open this one, hoping it might be from Ginny, but instead it was from Terry Boot. It read:
Dear Mr. Potter,
Once again, I am so sorry to bother you so early in the morning. [Yeah right, Harry thought. He had begun to think that this man had pleasure in waking him up early in the morning.] In learning that you didn't give the interview to Miss Virginia Ann Weasley, we here would like to apologize for the questions that were asked to you. We are sorry if you were offended by the questions, and will try to make them more reasonable next time we would like to interview you. Sorry again for bothering you so early in the morning.
Terry Boot,
Editor
Wizarding Sports
Daily Prophet
Once Harry had finished reading the letter, he was walking over to the trash bin to throw it away when he noticed another piece of parchment attached to the back of it. The note read :
Harry
I attached this to the back of Terry's letter and I hope you found it. I just wanted to let you know that Terry wasn't that cross, he only freaked out and spilled his coffee down his robes, it was actually quite funny. Then, it wasn't because he said that I had to get another story. So, I am doing a report on the Cannon's game. [I told him we went, even though we didn't stay for the whole thing,] By the way, the gossip reporter did a story about a seeker and a red head spotted in an Italian restaurant in London. Do you have any idea who that could be, she is so stumped and needs some help. If you want to see the story, look on page 2 of the Prophet. Anyway, when you get a chance, let me know what time you want to meet me at my flat.
Love,
Ginny
I hope she didn't get into a lot of trouble, Harry thought, and I better look at the paper, too. He fetched the Prophet and turned to the second page. Right there, in big bold type.
A report By Sara Stevens Yesterday, a mysterious seeker, presumed to be Harry Potter, was seen in many places last night, including the Chudley Cannon's Game, and the Italian restaurant. Mr. Potter was also seen with the mysterious redhead who is currently unknown. The couple was seen by Patrick O'Hara, a ticket collector at the Cannon's game. And I quote: "Mr. and Mrs. Potter were at [the] game. He asked me to keep [it] quite. They left the game, some twenty minutes later, and I said 'Bye Mr. and Mrs. Potter!'
This is a shock to the wizarding world, because it was unknown that Harry Potter had become married. We will now have to wait for the redhead's identity and for the truth of one of Britain's hottest young bachelors.
Harry looked up from the paper disbelievingly. The publicity just wouldn't end. With this thought, he went back to bed; after all, it was only 6 am.
I know that you probably don't recognize this owl and I hope it doesn't come to your flat late. I sent it late last night, but we're all the way in Jamaica, so I hope it gets to London on time. It's the one that the team owns. I'll meet you at your at 4:30 pm and then we can head over to your mum's. See you then.
Love from,
Harry
Ginny gasped. The dinner. She had completely forgotten. She checked the clock; it was already 4:15pm. She had to get ready. Quickly she dashed into the bathroom and grabbed her wand. Using all the spells she knew to help her get ready, she did her hair, put on her makeup and threw on a dress. At 4:26 she was ready to go. She quickly went into the kitchen area and said "Scorgify." Instantly, the kitchen was cleaned and Ginny ran back to her room to get some shoes to match her dress.
Harry arrived at Ginny's flat at 4:30 pm on the dot. [It was one of the few times her was on-time] When he knocked on the door, Ginny didn't answer it, but another woman did.
"Oh, I'm sorry," Harry said, "But does Ginny Weasly live here?"
"Yeah, she does. So, who are you?" Sherry asked.
"Uh, I'm here to get her to go to a dinner at her mum's house." Harry said.
"Whoa, Ginny has a boyfriend to take home? Wow. Oh, here she is." Sherry said as Ginny stepped into view. She walked out the door past Sherry and took Harry's outstretched hand and walked down the street where two small pops were heard and the couple disapeared.
