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 the kind reviews! Here are the answers to some of your questions.

The Weasley's have a lot of Grandchildren. Here is the information:

Bill and Flur: Elizabeth, Bryon, and Colton
Charlie and Stacy: Mari [with one on the way]
Percy and Penelope: Natalie, Katie, and Chase
Fred and Angelina: Samantha and Brad [Patrick is a newborn baby]
George and Katie Amanda and Blake [with one on the way]
Ron and Hermione Jill and Jeremy [twins] [with one on the way]

So in total, there are 13 grandchildren right now. [There are three more children coming] That's my information on the Weasley grandchildren.

I want to thank 'harrysmom' for bringing a mistake to my attention. Sherry is a witch! Sorry for my stupidness.

Chapter 7: Shopping = Trouble

Ginny woke up extra early the next morning. She remembered the party last night. She remembered Harry's invitation to dinner. She smiled. Maybe Hermione was right. She showered, ate and went off to work. Arriving at the Prophet office, Ginny had a typical day; Terry yelling at random people and owls pelting her desk. It was nearing 4:30 when Ginny started to gather up her things and get ready to leave. Suddenly, Terry came up to her.
"Leaving Ginny?" He asked
"Actually, yeah, I have someone to meet for dinner." Ginny replied. She was using her wand to clear up her desk space which was covered with parchment, ink bottles, and quills.
"Oh," Terry said.
"Why, is there something that you need?" Ginny asked, really hoping that she wasn't going to be called for some shift that she wasn't aware of. She really wanted to spend the night [at dinner] with Harry.
"No, I can get somebody else to do it." Terry said to Ginny.
"Yeah that'll work. It'll will be better that way." Terry said more to himself than to Ginny.
"Are you sure?" Ginny inquired.
"Yeah, it will be better. You know him anyway." Terry said walking away.
"Know who?" Ginny called after him. Terry didn't answer. Ginny knew a lot of people, but she wasn't in the mood to go through all the people she knew. Seeing as though she wasn't needed at the moment, Ginny decided to just leave. When Harry came to her door this time, Ginny would be ready and able to answer the door. Arriving at her home, Ginny went to go and get ready.

Meanwhile, Harry was having a terrible day. He had been out shopping and had arrived back to his flat where he saw an impatient owl waiting on his kitchen counter. His coach had called a last minute practice and Harry had got the owl late.
"Damn it!" Harry said throwing on his Quidditch stuff and popping onto the field.
"You're late Potter" his coach James O'Connor said in his Irish accent.
"I know I got the owl late, sorry." Harry said, hopping on his broom and about to take off when the coach remarked, "How can you get the owl late? Potter, we're having a session tonight, so I hope you don't have any plans."
"What?" Harry said, "What do you mean, 'we're having a session?' When was this planned?"
"It was planned now. Now get up there!" James said.
"I have plans coach; I'm meeting Gin- someone for dinner."
"I don't care if you have to meet the bloody queen, we're having extra practice, and that's final. Now get up there."
The discussion was over. Maybe it would be over before 5:30. He didn't want to miss his 'date' with Ginny. All day they practiced, only taking a break for lunch. It was nearing three when coach called them all down. "Watson, Bakers, McClellan, Casey, Ray, Ryan—you can all go. Potter-- -get back up there."
Harry groaned. O'Connor explained that they were going to work on feints. These were easy for Harry, but were very time consuming. They had to be perfect.
"Coach—Coach—can we please be done for today? Please. I have a really important dinner date that I have to be at." Harry pleaded. When the coach didn't reply, Harry got angry. "For God's sake James! Let me go already! I've been here for over four hours already!"
"This is the problem with you young players! No commitment. You were late today, Potter, and that's why we're hear now. This is your fault. You can go now. But if you're late again, consider your self suspended. We're in the play-offs now! England hasn't won in years. This is our chance, and we need our players on time so we don't screw it up!"
"Fine. I won't be late again. Can I go now?" Harry said rolling his eyes and sighing.
"Just go."
And Harry was gone. Arriving at his flat, Harry checked the time. It was 5:30 already.
"Damn it!" Harry said sprinting into his bedroom. He decided that he didn't have time to shower or anything. He'd just have to go to Ginny's like this.

Ginny was waiting at her flat. Sherry just gotten home and asked, "Why are you all dressed up?"
"Oh, I'm meeting someone for dinner." Ginny said, not really paying attention to Sherry.
"Same guy?" Sherry said mildly interested. It wasn't often that Ginny had a relationship.
"Yeah. He should be here any minute." Ginny said, checking her watch.
"Hmm" Sherry said disappointed. She wasn't getting any details from Ginny so she decided to leave. Ginny sighed. It was now 5:45.
"Well," She said to herself." Maybe he's late again." Just then there was a bang at her door.

[Isn't Harry's coach mean? I thought so too. Will Harry make it on time? Will he make it? What will happen if he doesn't? And what secret does Terry have?]

Preview of the next chapter Title: Terry's Secret