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 to you all for the numerous kind reviews that I got. I got back a while ago, but I haven't had the inspiration to write. I have to give the biggest thanks of all to the ever-lovable snuffles. Siriusly, without you the last chapter, how ever short it may be, wouldn't have been posted. Sorry about the shortness, by the way, of the last chapter. It was something that I had to do before I left and I wrote it in like five minutes. I know that "Terry's Secret" wasn't really revealed last chapter. So I am calling this chapter something different, but Terry's secret will be reveled in the next two chapter. Let me give you a warning: Do Not Assume! Just because Terry has a secret, doesn't mean that he is the one behind the mask. Or is he? Oh and by the way, I am a girl for those of you who were wondering.

Chapter 9: Dinner and the Night: Part One

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, though. His flat was big and stylish and she loved to look around and notice things that described Harry's personality. There were things like a red and gold room that was adorned with all his Hogwarts things that reminded Ginny of the old castle.
"Ginny!" Harry called coming down the stairs. "Ready?"
"Yeah." Ginny said, in loss for words. Harry really cleaned up well.

Free from the mud, sweat, and rambling, Harry actually looked like a normal human being. [J/K]
While Ginny was waiting for Harry, she studied his apartment again. One thing she really liked about it was that he had curtains covering all the windows. It gave the flat a sense of privacy. When Harry reached the bottom of the stairs, he said: "To show that I am really sorry for screwing up earlier, I have arranged for a special private dinner."
"Really?" "Where?" Ginny inquired.
"Simpson's-in-the-Strand in the heart of London."
"Oh, Harry, isn't that terribly expensive?"
"Um . . . No?"
"Harry!!" Ginny exclaimed. She knew he was lying.
"Come on lets go." Harry said and they headed towards the door. Harry and Ginny stepped outside the door and walked to their left. As they stepped out of it, Ginny thought she heard something in the bushes behind them, but later thought nothing of it.
Contradictory to Ginny's thoughts, there was something behind them. Seeing Harry and this mysterious lady walk off, the person cursed. They had just missed the-boy-who-lived and this mysterious redhead again. This was not going to be easy. They decided they would just have to follow them. And they did.
Arriving at Simpson's-in-the-Strand, Harry and Ginny were approached by a suitably attired gentleman who took their coat and ushered them into a quite dining room. It was decorated with Mahogany and Renaissance panelling. Ginny was seated so that from the entance of the restaurant, you could only see the back of her head. Very quickly, they were approached by a waitress, who surprisingly was dressed in a tuxedo. Ginny wondered if this was some muggle custom, but didn't ask Harry. However, they discussed other things; about their past, present, and even the future. This was a most difficult topic, because niether really knew what they wanted to do, or even when. Of course, Ginny would someday love to have a family that rivled the Weaseley's, but then she thought about how there were some men who just didn't like big families with loud people. Harry, in turn, didn't know at all what he wanted. He said that he really hadn't had much time to think about anything like that with Quidditch and other things that were taking place in his life. [Now what these things are, I won't tell you, but maybe, if you believe in hippogriffs, they'll be revieled to you in later chapters!!! :)] There dinner awesome. They dinned in the epitome of fine cuisine. After their meal, which was a four course dinner, Harry ushered Ginny into a limo where they were taken the muggle way to somewhere else.

Harry and Ginny's 'paparatzi' was waiting somewhere near the entrance of the restaurant when they noticed that the redhead and Harry Potter had once again gave them the slip. The person was getting fed up of chasing Mr. Potter around London, so they decided that next time they saw Harry and this mysterious person, they wouldn't let them get away again. This 'stalker' had to know who the redhead was. And they would stop at nothing to find out.

Ginny didn't know where this next place was either, but as they drove down the London 'strip', She was just happy to have Harry with her in the limo. His arm was around her and hanging loosely at her shoulder. There was soft music playing in the background. [Not the jazzy kind, but not the symphony music either] Harry looked over at Ginny and noticed how the soft light reflected off her skin and her brown eyes. She just looked so beauticful at that moment. She looked back at him and saw the emerald green eyes looking straight back at her thought the black wire glasses that Harry always wore. It seemed like the right thing to do so Harry just . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

Ohh damn! Thought I was going to finish, didn't you? Sorry, I couldn't resist, but I'm not that evil, the other chapter will be up within a day, or so I hope!

Cheers

Prongs