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: I know! I know! It's been such a long time! Don't shoot me! I am truly sorry, but my grandfather died this week. It was really unexpected and I had to fly to New Jersey. Our family didn't take it very well. On better news: Wow! We broke 50 reviews! Thanks to all of you! Once again I am truly sorry that I haven't updated recently. Chapter Eight: Terry's Secret
From Last Chapter:
'Well,' Ginny said to herself. 'Maybe he's late again.' Just then there was a bang at her door.

Ginny rushed to the door. She opened it. What she saw there wasn't what she had expected.
"Ginny!" the person said making her jump.
"I am so sorry that I'm late. I got held up at Quidditch. James was being a bastard and wouldn't let me go and I had to stay I just had to and I didn't want to stay and I wanted to be here on time and everything. But I couldn't and Gin, I am sooo sorry." Harry said rather quickly and Ginny could only make certain words out.
"You're really good at run-on sentences." Ginny said laughing at him. Harry looked like a mutant wearing quidditch robes. Wearing quidditch robes covered in mud, his hair was sticking up in all different directions, his face was covered in sweat, his glasses fogged up, and he smelled.
"So you're not angry?" Harry said truly hoping that she wouldn't kill him for being late for their first date.
"No," Ginny said still laughing.
"What's so funny?" Harry said with a look of confusion on his face.
"Nothing, it's just, nothing. Harry why don't we go back to you're flat and you can clean up, and then we'll go."
"OK. I know I must smell pretty bad huh?" Harry said looking down at himself.
"Pretty bad doesn't even come close, Harry." Ginny said and walked out of the door.
By the time Harry had gotten out of the shower, dressed, and met Ginny at the lower level of his flat, it was 6: 15. Ginny didn't mind waiting at Harry's.
"Ginny!" Harry called coming down the stairs. "Ready?"
"Yeah." Ginny said, in loss for words. Harry really cleaned up well.