A/N: Thanks for the reviews. I agree that my first chapter was a bit short. This one is a bit above 1,600 words, so I hope that makes up for it.

For those of you that don't know - in England, the equivalent of giving someone the finger is holding up a peace sign with the back of your hand to the person. You can say 'fck you' just by turning around the peace sign! Who knew! (yes, that's relevant.) Also, the Holyhead Harpies are traditionally all women. If you didn't know that, I suggest reading Quidditch Through the Ages...it's quite funny. And very useful for fanfics.

"And it's the Harpies in the lead, seventy-sixty...Jones has got the quaffle...Leigh...Jones...Thirman...Leigh...and Leigh scores! Eighty-sixty, Holyhead Harpies winning! Better pick it up, Puddlemere...you're getting beaten by girls..."

Saturday had dawned bright and cool for the summer. There was a bit of a breeze and not much cloud cover, but the overall flying conditions were good. Harry had been up at the crack of dawn to do a 'snitch overload' practice, as the team captain Dennis Fife called them. Catching twenty snitches that had all been released together was not an easy task, but Harry was getting better. He'd only taken forty seven minutes that morning. It left him feeling confident and pleased as he searched for the snitch during the game.

Jenny Thirman flew by, giving Harry a self-assured wave. Harry frowned as he watched her rejoin the other chasers, her long red curls flying behind her.

"Nice save by Wood...and what's this? Killian seems to have spotted something...Jones scores, its ninety-sixty..."

At the other end of the pitch, the Harpies seeker Perna Killian was racing towards Harry and downwards. He scanned the area she seemed to be aiming for, and spotted it...the snitch was about seventy feet below him. Harry went into a fast dive, gaining speed as he dropped.

"...they must see the snitch, both seekers are going at a breakneck pace...if they don't watch themselves, they might actually break their necks...watch it, Potter!"

Harry was going to make it there first, he could tell. He hurtled down, catching the snitch neatly and pulling up just in time to keep from being flattened on the ground. The crowd roared as he did a victory lap, holding the struggling snitch up above him. As he passed Thirman and Killian, they both held up two fingers amiably, the backs of their hands facing him.

"Well, I should hope so," he said, pausing in between the two redheads. "A deal's a deal, ladies. See you at the party, eh?"

Down in the stands, Tonks cheered as Harry won the game for Puddlemere United. It had been very exciting. Tonks hadn't been to a quidditch game since she'd been in Australia. She patiently filed out of her row, then said goodbye to the friends she'd come with and stopped to talk to the man who had told her where her seat was.

"Hullo again, Jimmy...I'm looking for the after game party, d'you know where it is?" She showed him the all access pass Harry had given her, and he raised his eyebrows.

"Yeh got a pass, eh? 'Spect we'll be seeing yeh agin then - "

"Why do you say that?"

"Well, it's good for th' whole season, in't? Changes fer every game. Yeh din't know that? 'Spect we'll really be seein' yeh agin then, a player musta given it to yeh, and that don't happen often. Anyways, go down these stairs fer three landings, then jest show this pass to the guy at th' door to the left. There's a fireplace in there, an' some floo powder...he'll tell yeh where to go."

She thanked him and hurried off, giddy at the discovery that she had an all access pass to all the remaining games (and parties) in the season. At the door, the man gave her a packet of Floo powder and told her to go to the 'Player's Mansion'. Tonks took the packet and entered the room, amazed that she hadn't known about any of this before. She'd heard about the after game parties from her gossip magazines, of course – Quidditch players were notoriously horny, and the parties seemed to be meant for realization of their wet dreams - but she hadn't known there was an actual mansion just for them.

In the room, Tonks had to wait in line behind a couple of guys in suits and a chaser for Puddlemere. She glanced at herself in the mirror next to the fireplace while she waited. She had decided on blonde hair and blue eyes, a thin face and a slightly larger than average chest. She was wearing jeans and short white tshirt, with a bikini on underneath. One never knew, after all. Finally, she stepped into the flames, shouted "Player's Mansion!" and went spinning off.

Harry was sprawled over a large red couch. It was one of three that faced a wall of fireplaces, through which people were coming at an almost alarming rate. He kept an eye out for Tonks while talking to Jenny and Perna. Jenny was sitting cross-legged with Harry's head in her lap, while Perna leaned over the back of the couch.

"It's no good watching for her if she's a metamorphmagus," Perna said knowingly. "You probably won't recognize her. Besides, it's not like you haven't got company already." She winked down at him.

"Yeah, but I'd like to talk to her anyhow. She'd probably be totally lost if she came in here without knowing anyone, or knowing what these parties are like. Can you imagine if some rich Quidditch fan tried to bed her? She'd never forgive me."

"Ooooh," taunted Jenny. "Potter's got a crush. And he hasn't even seen her naked!" The girls laughed.

"Oh come on. You two are such nymphs. You'd probably rape me or something if I didn't make a sex bet with you before a game. Oh hey...I think that's her..." He sat up, looking at a girl with blue hair that had just come through the middle fireplace. "Look, I'm going to hang around with her for a while, okay? Can you guys keep Ron company? You don't have to sleep with him or anything." They nodded happily, skipping over to Ron, who was playing chess with a girl Harry didn't know. Watching the two Harpies pull Ron out his chair, he had the feeling that Ron was in for a fun night, regardless of what Harry told Jenny and Perna they had to do.

He stood up and made his way over to the blue-haired girl, who had started talking to the manager of Puddlemere United. He was about to tap her on the shoulder when he felt his own shoulder tapped, and turned around to find a pretty blonde behind him.

"Wotcher, Harry." She said, and Harry recognized her as Tonks. "Rockin' party. This place is amazing."

"Isn't it?" Harry took her by the arm and guided her out of the room, towards the patio. He picked up a couple drinks from a bar on the way, and handed her one. "It was built as a copy of a house a Muggle guy has. It's not exactly the same, of course, but it's still pretty close."

"Which Muggle guy?"

"Hugh Hefner. Have you ever heard of him? He started a famous porno magazine." They stepped out onto the patio. "He lives with a bunch of hot blondes – seven, I think – in a place like this. Except his is called Playboy Mansion, because Playboy is the magazine he started."

Tonks giggled, watching what she could see of the people in the Grotto. "And here I thought the rumors about after-game parties couldn't be true. The whole house is designed around sex?"

"Yeah, pretty much. But it's not like that's all that happens here. Quidditch players in the UK can come here if they want to get away from reporters, or if they get kicked out of their house, or if they want a cool place to bring their date, whatever. If this house is full, there's two more, one in Ireland and one in Wales. There's also a buffet inside, if you want something to eat," he said as Tonks' stomach rumbled.

"That'd be great. But later I have got to check that out." She pointed at the Grotto as they walked back inside. Harry laughed and slung his arm around her waist, steering her towards the dining room.

The party last night was great. Tonks loved it, which was nice. We danced, and made out in the Grotto. She's amazing. We didn't have sex, of course. I wouldn't do that. It was only our second time seeing each other in years, after all. I think she would've if I'd asked though. I considered asking. Totally insane. That's what happens at those parties. Everyone gets a bit randy.

I found out that she's twenty-two. She got skipped a year in school. She says she hates the idea of growing up, that she wants to stay a teenager until the day she dies. She only acts her age on the job. She could get away with that too, since she can change how she looks. It can't be healthy. But it does mean I don't have to worry about her being older than me.

In other news, Ron has made good 'friends' with Jenny and Perna. I think they're still at the mansion. Good thing he doesn't start work until the end of the summer. Who knows when they'll leave? I might have to go get him out of there when the term starts.

A/N: So, what do you think? You can definitely tell that Harry is living the rockstar life.

Reviews are greatly appreciated! I'd especially like to know if you thought I did the Quidditch well.