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: We broke 80
reviews! [Crowds cheer in the background] Although there weren't as
many this time, [author stops herself from crying.] at least there
were some. Here's chapter 13 anyway. If you want me to continue,
please let me know with a review.
Chapter Thirteen: Poppping
the Question
There
was a loud noise that woke Ginny up that next morning. Her neck hurt
badly and the only thing she wanted was a nice shower. Instead, she
got a pile of person landing on her. She tried to get up from the
couch but her legs were tangled with something else. Thus, she was on
the floor with Harry Potter right on top of her. This caused him to
wake up as well.
"We
seem to keep meeting up this way," Harry said remembering the last
time that Ginny tripped and fell on him. Just then there were two
little pops and Ron and Hermione were in Ginny's flat.
"Ginny!"
Hermione called back into the bedrooms. She had in her hand a small
basket filled with various things.
"Yeah?"
Ginny called from under Harry.
"Oh
My!" Hermione said jumping at how close her voice was, "You
frightened me!" And then she noticed Harry. Unfortunately, so did
Ron.
"What the
bloody hell is going on here?" he demanded.
"She
tripped off the couch," Harry said getting off of Ginny, "and
took me with her."
Oh
was all that Ron could say.
"Well,"
Hermione said breaking the awkward silence. "Gin, I just brought
you some of your mum's tea. She was very . . . erm . . . surprised
when she read the morning paper yesterday."
"Along
with the rest of the world," Ron mumbled. Hermione smacked his arm.
"Ow! That
hurt."
"So
anyway," Hermione continued, "I know that everything the paper
said wasn't true, but reading between the lines, can we assume that
there is a new couple amongst us?"
Harry
nodded and tried to fix his morning hair but only made it look worse.
"Harry you look
like shit." Ron said laughing at the way he looked.
"Bugger
off Ron." Harry said still sleepily.
"Harry just spent the night here." Ginny said trying to break the
news gently. She knew that Ron assumed it was something different and
Harry would be picking out his grave site soon if she didn't
explain. "Well, actually, we fell asleep on the couch, so."
Well," Hermione
said before Ron could say anything in return, "the tea's there.
That's what we were sent here for. We gotta go. The twins are there
with Fred and George, and god knows what they're doing now." She
winked at Ginny and was gone. Ron followed her.
Ginny
went over to the kitchen counter where Hermione had put her mother's
tea. She looked at it. "Oh, I remember this one. It makes you go
talk to her if you're depressed."
"Hmm"
Harry said leaning his chin on her shoulder. She hit his head.
"What was that
for?"
"For
being you." Ginny said.
"And
that's a bad thing?" Harry asked.
"No"
Ginny said smiling.
Ginny
Weasley and Harry Potter were never apart now. Their relationship
became old news. Of course, the press was still there, but
neither Ginny or Harry cared anymore. Harry and Ginny went to
every event together, whether it is work parties at The Daily Prophet
or to St. Mungo's, where they had been waiting outside the delivery
room when Hermione gave birth to their second daughter, Nikki. [They
had watched Ron and Hermione's kids the whole week of the delivery.
Mrs. Weasley insisted that Ron and Hermione be left alone for a whole
week with the baby.] Ginny especially enjoyed taking Jill shopping in
Diagon Alley. Harry has saved Jeremy from the 'horror' of spending
a whole day shopping with his aunt Ginny. When he said this, Ginny
gave him the famous Death Glare. Harry quickly apologized, which
earner him a kiss.
"Hey
Aunt Ginny you lied!" Jeremy exclaimed when Harry received his
kiss.
"What?
When did I lie?" Ginny said confused.
"You
said he wasn't your boyfriend." Jill said.
"Oh,"
Ginny said blushing, "Um, I was kidding?"
"Alright,"
Jeremy said ignoring his aunt and choosing to focus his attention at
the strange plant in Ginny's house.
"Come
on, you lot, let's go." Ginny said grabbing Jill's hands and
led her to the fireplace.
"Diagon Alley!" She yelled,
dropping the floo powder into the fireplace.
This left Harry and
Jeremy standing in front of the fireplace. The two of them stood
there.
"Well,
what would you like to do, Jeremy?" Harry said trying to think of
something that they could do together.
Jeremy piped up, "Uh,
Harry, do you want to go with Aunt Ginny?"
Harry replied,
"Yeah let's."
They jumped into the fireplace, dropped
the floo powder and Harry yelled, "Diagon Alley!"
It
had now been almost eight months since they had first landed on each
other at the dinner at the burrow. Ginny was still living in her flat
with Sherry. Harry was all by his lonesome at his flat. The month of
December was coming quickly. It would be their first Christmas
together as a couple. Harry had a question that he had wanted to ask
her. However, he held off. He didn't think it was time for it yet.
They had spent Thanksgiving at the Burrow, like all of the Weasleys
did on most Holidays. Harry had been requested, (and his coach would
not let him say no) to attend a quidditch training session in the
Sierra Nevada Mountains in Eastern California in the States. Ginny
accompanied him and he took her skiing. Neither of them had ever been
skiing and Harry thought that it was hilariously funny how Ginny
would fall on her bum over and over again. Eventually they ended up
having a massing snowball fight and then Harry tackling her into the
snow.
Ginny
laughed as he pinned her down into the frozen snow.
"Why
are we laughing?" Harry asked slyly.
"We
always seem to meet this way." Ginny said and Harry kissed her.
Then a cold wind blew in making Ginny shudder.
"It's
very cold," Harry said. "Let's go into the lodge, change, and
head for dinner, yeah?"
"Yeah."
Ginny replied.
They
arrived back in London three weeks before Christmas. Ginny and
Hermione had met for lunch with little baby Nikki with her.
"So how was the
Winter Wonderland?" Hermione asked.
"I
was on my backside so much, it wasn't even funny." Ginny said
laughing. Hermione's eyes bulged. "What?"
"I
mean, every waking moment, literally. We never stopped." Ginny said
recalling the memories.
"Oh?"
Hermione questioned, looking at her sister [Ron's wife, sister, got
it? ] strangely.
"Skiing
is such a fun pass time once you learn how to do it correctly."
Ginny said taking a bite of her food.
"Oh
skiing! Yes, lovely pastime. Too bad, I don't think Ron's ever
tried it. I guess it would be fun to see falling all over the snow on
his bum." Hermione said laughing at what she had been thinking of.
One
day, after coming home from work, Ginny walked into her flat to see
Harry there.
"Harry?"
Ginny said surprised. "Were we supposed to go somewhere together? I
didn't forget anything, did I?"
"No."
Harry said kssing her on the cheek. "I just had something
rather important to ask you and I need to know soon. You know
Christmas is coming up soon right?"
"Yeah"
Ginny said slowly. She didn't know what was coming and she hoped it
wasn't
something horrible.
"Well, where do you think this is going? Me and you, I mean."
Harry questioned. He had a trace of nervousness in his voice. Ginny
had been worried that this was coming. When she didn't say anything
and just stood there staring at him, he continued.
"I
know this is going to seem kind of sudden, but, um," Harry said. He
was really nervous now. The question that he had wanted to ask her
for the longest time was about to come.
"D'youwannamoveintomyflatwithme?"
Ginny
couldn't understand him. "Excuse me?"
"D'you,
I mean, uh, would you be interested in, perhaps, moving into my flat
with me?" He looked at her with a face fearing rejection. There was
a long awkward silence between them. Suddenly, Ginny dropped all her
things in her hands and leaped into Harry's arms. He caught her and
twirled her around. He kissed her and everything was perfect. It was
going to be the best Christmas ever.
Oh!
How sweet! Please Please Please Please review. It encourages me to
write faster! Hope you liked it.
Cheers,
Prongs
