..::AN: Ok thanks for the commenting but for some of you I'm rather pissed off at your comments and i'll explain why. Theres thing called a life that i have, which includes highschool, all academic classes which means super large amounts of homework, friends and soon to be work. Now I'm sorry that a fan fiction isn't my top priority but it isn't and like i said i have WRITERS BLOCK i cant freaking snap my fingers and make it go away so how about u 'threatening' commenters get off my back because i cant go through everything and its downright pathetic that you resort to leaving angry comments becasue i haven't been able to update. If i 'loose' those commenters because I sometimes i get busy, then woop-de-doo if their going to be that freaking rude and 'threaten' to stop reading my fic then go a ahead watch me cry my little eyes out because someone cant adjust to the idea that MAYBE some people on here are busy. Fanfictions are great, and i know i took a long time to update but i couldn't do anything about that and usually people understand. Thanks for those commenters who do understand and for those who dont...i dont care. This chapters short because like i said I HAVE WRITERS BLOCK!!!!::..

"So you guys are all pretty close?" Ginny asked, she was sitting on an armchair

she had conjured while the players were on the ground warming up their arms by tossing

the Quaffle back and forth between players.

"We all live in the same house, sort of like a frat house..you know to get that team

bond going on. It's working pretty damn well too we're the top North American team I

believe." said a beater, Ginny now knew as Kurt.

"Naw the Ontario Otters got us beat..but we're catching up."said the seeker

catching the ball with his large hands, Ginny nodded making some more notes.

The team consisted of the main seven players, plus two substitutes she hadn't yet

met. Kurt Beleint was one of the beaters, his cousin of the same stature Clark Beleint was

the other beater. The seekers name was Javier Kendall, the keepers name was David

Frient, the curly haired team mate was a chaser named Cory Raven, the two other chasers

names were Steven Quesnel and Sean Knowles.

"Do you ever get time off?" she asked curiously. All the players laughed.

"No." most of them said at the same time.

"How are you guys not going mad? No free time at all?" she said in disbelief.

The coach stroked his chin.

"Well how about tonight? Instead of those extra laps maybe you guys could go out

or something. Take your lovely reporter here out on the town?"

The blue black lighting in the club flashed as countless bodies danced together on

the dance floor to the loud, thumping music.

Ginny smiled, her head in her hand as she stirred her drink with one hand. She

wasn't usually the night club type of girl, and tonight wasn't one of those few nights.

Tonight she was taking the role as chaperone, and she didn't mind at all.

Glancing at her watch she sighed realizing they'd been out for five hours, and it

was past two in the morning now. Time for roundup.

She got up and began searching for the players and tapping them on the shoulder.

"Okay! Okay break it up Playboy we've got a curfew that we're a half hour over."

he said pulling one of the players by his ear away from a scarcely dressed blonde woman

who looked like she was twice her age. "Outside..apparating now." she smirked. He

nodded and headed outside with the rest of the players.

Once she had rounded up the last team member they all apparated to the frat

house, where Ginny did a head count and said goodnight.
Ginny sighed tossing her bags onto the floor of her apartment living room. Then

collapsing on the couch. Her portkey had made her a little jet-lagged and she fell asleep

instantly in the dark living room.

She was awoke the next later by someone kissing he lightly on the forehead. The

sun had risen and she was cozily in her bed with a smirking blonde laying beside her.

"Miss me?" he asked. She smiled resting her head against his, savoring the

closeness she hadn't had in what seemed like too long.

"Of course." she smiled.

"Well do I have to say it?" he asked quietly. She nodded, smiling gently.

"I think you do."

"Then..I missed you too." he said, she smiled and kissed him gently. "You should

probably get up." he sighed. She shook her head.

"How about no." she smiled snuggling up against him, and falling asleep slowly

again.
Draco sat on the long couch in his office, the latest copy of Vraleish in his hands

as he read the last paragraph of Ginny's article aloud. Ginny was sitting on the floor in

front of him running her brush through her hair while waiting for him to start his critique.

"The Los Angeles Spitfire's may be young, but have played their way into the top

ten best Quidditch team list and are facing their arch rivals next week, the Ontario Otters.

Look for their new posters now available at a local fan shop near you."

"Well?" she asked, lifting a bit of her hair up so she could get at the bottom layer.

"Not bad. Little weak compared to your last article but that's what happens when

you start off with a bang I guess." he shrugged gently smacking her with the paper.

"Thanks..I think." she smiled setting the brush down and turning around a little.

"You know where we should go?"

"No. Where?" he yawned.

"Hogsmeade. I haven't been there in so long. Maybe we could even take a walk

by Hogwarts, or maybe the grounds are even open!" she said, her eyes widening slowly

with excitement. Draco smirked looking down at her and running his fingers over a strand

of her hair.

"Your like a kid sometimes you know that don't you?" he teased. Smiling she

nodded and stood up dragging Draco after her, both leaving to go get their cloaks.