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: Almost to 100 reviews! You guys are the best! I know about my mistake, and I'm sorry!! I went back and fixed the mistakes in chapter 2 and in chapter 13. The names were name of other characters that I used in a different story. I give credit to all of you who found the mistake. Thanks for letting me know!

Chapter Fourteen: Winter Wonderland

Harry put Ginny down. "Come on then," he said, "let's get your stuff."

"Now?" Ginny asked.

"Unless you want to stay—" Harry started but was interrupted when Ginny pulled him into the back of her flat. She grabbed some suitcases and started stuffing her clothes into them. She grabbed things out of her closet and started to tear things off hangers and throw them on the ground. Harry just stood there watching her pack up. Suddenly she turned to him and stared at him madly. "Well? Are you going to stand there or are you going to help me?" Ginny said not posing it as a question, but rather a demand. Harry stumbled and started to conjure up some boxes which he promptly loaded most of Ginny's other stuff into. In about and hour and a half they were done loading all of Ginny's things into either suitcases or boxes. They than shrink them so it fit into their pockets and then apparated to Harry's where they unloaded the suitcases and boxes and transformed them back to normal size again.

"Well," Harry said, "there are two other rooms that you can choose from. There's one that used to be the office, and the other was the guest bedroom. And—" Harry stopped talking. He looked over at Ginny who wasn't listening to him, but rather was staring outside the kitchen window. Harry walked over to her and looked out the window too. White specks of snow were falling onto the ground. They were slowly collecting on the ground and windowsill. Harry thought of the muggle Christmas tune, 'Winter Wonderland.'

"Gin" Harry whispered softly in her ear.

"Yeah?" she said back just as soft.

"Take out?" Harry suggested. Ginny only nodded. He left her side to order, and Ginny continued to look out the window. It reminded her of all those times at Hogwarts when she would stare out the window and see all the people having snowball fights, or making snow angles, or even the people who would just walk around the grounds in the soft slush. Harry came back and embraced her.

"Hey," He said quietly

"Hey"

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing," Ginny said coming out of her thoughts. "I was just thinking about-"

"Hogwarts." Harry said simply. Ginny looked at him with mild curiosity. "I've thought about it too looking out this window."

"Oh," was all that Ginny could say. Harry brought her to the couch and they sat down.

"Do you want to get your stuff done now?" Harry asked.

"No, I want to sit on this couch with you." Ginny said looking up at her new 'roommate' if you will.

"Really?" Harry teased, "And why is that?"

"Hmmm." Ginny replied and sank against his body. The door bell rang.

"That was fast." Harry said with a questioning look on his face. He went to open the door and pay the take out dude and he looked up he was staring into the eyes of Mr. Hung's Chinese takeout delivery boy.

"You're quick."

"We take pride in having it here Hot and Fresh." The boy said. Harry paid him and the boy bowed and just stood there. Harry made to close the door, but when he saw the boy wasn't leaving, he wondered what he was doing. The boy bowed again, and Harry looked at him even more strangely. When the boy bowed a third time, and it looked as if Harry was about to loose his mind, Ginny came over and bowed, and the boy left.

Harry stared at her with the same look.

"Chinese tradition." She said, and opened up on of the boxes and started eating. Harry joined her, but the look of confusion still was there.


Ginny eventually moved everything in to her room and got settled. It was now only five days before Christmas. One day Ginny came back to Harry's flat with a note pinned on the fridge for her. It read:

Gin

Practice until 6. Be back then. Have a surprise.

Love

Harry

Ginny looked out the window. She didn't fancy playing Quidditch in this weather. Having snow pelted against your body while chasing after the snitch wasn't the easiest thing to do. She only hoped he had remembered a warming charm.

About 7:15 Harry wandered in the door soaking wet and looking as happy as a seven year old with out a birthday. Ginny was sipping a cup of tea, reading an article out of some paper Harry had never seen before and sitting on the couch in very comfy sweatshirt and jeans. She looked up at him and could tell he was about to break out.

"Harr—" She started but never got to finish.

"He did it again! He did it again. He calls last minute practices, in this weather, and then makes go so long that I can't see a damned thing! How am I supposed to find the snitch when it's this dark outside and . . ." Harry stopped there when he noticed that Ginny was looking at him in the way that told him that he better stop.

"Harry" Ginny said calmly again, "It doesn't matter."

"But it does matter!" He said angrier. "He calls a bloody practice on the night that I had a surprise for you! And then extends it over an hour! I'm going to take a shower!" And with that he stormed off towards his washroom. Ginny just continues to sip her tea and read the article. She knew all too well that he would come out of the shower, and he would be fine again. It was the physical stress more than the mental for Harry. His coach was one, if not the, toughest in the league.


Sure enough, Harry emerged from the shower a half hour later calmer than he was before. He sat down next to Ginny on the couch and put his hands in his head.

"I'm sorry I yelled---" He began, but this time, it was Ginny who cut him off.

"Don't worry." She said, "I know." She took his hands and placed them in hers. He looked up at her. "We'll do whatever you had planned tomorrow, yeah?"

"Alright."

She stood up and went into the kitchen, "You know we're going to mum's for Christmas, right?"

"Yeah," He called back from the sitting room. She came back with the tea kettle and an extra cup. She poured him some. "Drink it'll help."

"You sound like Remus and his Chocolate." Harry said laughing.

"Well, it does help." She insisted.

"I know." He said and kissed the top of her head.


The next night, Harry didn't have practice, and he took her out to get a Christmas tree. They picked out a rather large one, and decided that they could shrink it once out of sight of the muggles. They brought it back to the flat and put it into the sitting room opposite the couch. Ginny decorated much to resemble the trees in the Great Hall in Hogwarts. Ginny was satisfied with it when Harry came out of the back of the flat with tinsel.

"What in the name of Merlin is that?" Ginny asked wondering why he was wearing a boa or silver.

"It's a muggle Christmas decoration called tinsel." Harry replied. "They drape it around the branches. Is there room for it?"

"I guess so." Ginny said and started to levitate the silver into the green branches. Harry snuck back into the kitchen and brought out freshly baked cookies. Ginny could smell them as he brought them in.

"You baked cookies?" Ginny asked incredulously. "And didn't burn the kitchen down?"

"Do you want them or not?" Harry asked sitting down and taking a bite. Ginny nodded and quickly joined him. She popped a cookie into her mouth and stared lovingly at the tree and how nicely it brightened up the room. It was perfect. The tree; the cookies; Harry. She leaned her head on Harry shoulders and he looked down at her. The space between their lips closed and it truly was a 'Winter Wonderland.'


Another cute ending! It was a little longer than last time, too!

Cheers,

Prongs