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: Here is chapter 12. Once again, I am sooo sorry about the updating problem. There should be another update soon, but please check my bio for updating updates! Dates will be posted. Have fun reading.
Chapter 12: That Loving Feeling
Then there was a knock on her door. If it's a bloody reporter, I swear.... Ginny thought as she went to answer it.
"Who is it?" she said savagely tearing open the door. When she opened it, her face softened. A slight blush appeared on her face.
"Hi" Harry said quite shocked that Ginny was yelling at him.
"Oh. Hi, Harry." Ginny said opening the door for him to come in. He walked a couple steps in to the room and waited for Ginny as she closed the door. There was an awkward silence between the pair. Harry didn't know what to say.
Finally, he faced her. "Ginny, I am so sorry."
She didn't answer him. She just stood there and looked like she was thinking. Harry went over to her and hugged her. She sank against his body. Everything she was feeling was let go. A few tears dripped down her face.
"Hey" Harry said soothingly. "Don't cry Ginny." He led her over to the couch and sat down. He wiped her tears away.
"I'm sorry. I guess I just didn't think it was fair to have my personal life blasted on the front of the papers. But you've had to live with it all you're life." Ginny sniffled. Harry had never seen Ginny cry in all the years he'd known her. She was always such a strong person, but seeing her like this was very unlike her.
"You're absolutely right. You shouldn't have your personal life on the papers. And, yeah, I have to deal with it all the time, but I don't listen to them. It doesn't matter what the papers say or what other people think." Harry said trying to calm her down.
"Thanks, Harry" Ginny said and hugged him. As she pulled back, he noticed something different in her eyes. It was uncertainty. They were no longer full of confidence in herself. She looked at him shyly.
"What's wrong?" Harry asked.
"Nothing," Ginny said her voice barley a whisper. She was studding his face. He looked at her questioningly.
"Harry?" she said softly.
"Yeah?"
"Can I ask you something?" Ginny said.
"Of course." Harry said happy that she was talking without crying.
"Can I kiss you again?" Ginny said. She knew she was acting as shy as a school girl. The only response Ginny got from Harry was the meeting of his lips on hers. They could feel each other's want and need as the mouths met. As Ginny sank back into the couch, and could feel Harry close to her, she smiled for the first time that day.
Back at the 'Prophet', Terry paced his office nervously. Ginny hadn't showed up at work today. Sarah Stevens, the tall, pretty blonde, had also stopped by his office twice. There were also a large number of owls on Ginny's desk that were squawking loudly. Frankly, this isn't what was supposed to happen when you are the editor of the Wizarding Games and Sports Section of the Daily Prophet. The word 'chaos' wasn't in Terry's vocabulary.
Sometime later at Ginny's place, the two were still on the couch. Harry was holding Ginny. She felt safe and protected in his arms. He looked down at her and smiled. He didn't care about the papers. Ginny knew that now. Her relationship may be all over the news, but none of them knew the true feelings they had for each other. The sun was setting. They'd spent the whole day together there on the couch, and neither of them minded in the slightest. Sherry didn't come home that night and for that Ginny was grateful. She didn't fancy why 'the famous' Harry Potter was at their flat. Eventually, they fell asleep together on that couch.
Just a little fluff, not much action, but it creates that lovely feeling within two people. Check my bio for update information.
Cheers,
Prongs
