Thanks so much for the reviews! No, this is not a one-shot, but it's not a long fic. It only takes place over the winter break, therefore, it's fairly short. But, anyway, here's chapter two, and please review!

Chapter 2

Harry was the captain of one team. Charlie was the captain of the other. Harry got the first pick, after tossing a coin.

"Ginny."

Charlie's turn.

"Bill."

Harry smirked.

"Ron."

Charlie's turn again.

"George."

Harry cast an apologetic look at Fred, for splitting the team up.

"Fred."

Charlie's turn again.

"Tonks."

Harry's.

"Angelina."

"Percy."

Harry smirked again.

"Katie."

"Fleur."

Harry got the final pick, though it wasn't as if he had a choice.

"Hermione."

So Harry's official team was: Harry (seeker), Ron (keeper), Ginny (chaser), Angelina (chaser), Katie (chaser), Fred (beater), and Hermione (beater).

Charlie's team was: Charlie (seeker), Bill (keeper), Tonks (chaser), Fleur (chaser), George (beater), and Percy (beater).

Both, Harry and Charlie, huddled their teams together for the pre-match pep talk.

Over at Harry's:

"Okay, team. We're going to murder them. Destroy them. Crush them like little, tiny bugs. You getting the picture?"

Everyone nodded.

"Angelina? You're good at pep talks. You got anything?"

She looked at Harry, and then looked at the team.

"No…I think that pretty much covers it. Just make sure to show Charlie's team, who can really play Quidditch."

Harry nodded. "Okay team. Any questions? No? Then let's play."

Over at Charlie's:

"Okay team. It's time to show Harry who the ones who can play Quidditch really. We're going to terminate them. Dominate them. Extinguish them. Any questions? No? Okay then, let's kill them!"

"Charlie, shut up! You sound like Wood!" George shouted.

"HEY CHARLIE! You ready?" Harry yelled.

"YEAH!"

Both teams walked towards each other. Charlie and Harry shook hands.

"Let the best man win," said Charlie.

"I intend to," Harry said, jokingly.

Charlie chuckled. "Okay. Mount your brooms, the balls are released, GO!"

Everyone kicked off into the air, swiftly flying around the area. Harry and Charlie both circled the pitch, as Mr. Weasley helped with a bit of commentary.

"And they're off. It's Weasley with the Quaffle—which Weasley, I'm not sure of. All I can see is the hair as the person flies by. Oh! It's Ginny. So, it's Ginny with the Quaffle, flying towards the fake goal that we have created, she throws the ball, Bill attempts his block, and…MISSES! Ten points to Harry's team!"

Harry smiled to himself, as Charlie scowled. Both were searching for a glimpse of gold, but neither found any yet. They listened to the commentary.

"It's Tonks with the Quaffle, she flies the goal, she shoots he ball, Ron attempts his block, and…SAVES IT! Nice one, Ron! Sorry Tonks, good try."

Harry was listening intently as he searched for the snitch. Suddenly, a bludger shot towards Harry. He rolled to avoid it, just in time. Fred knocked it out of the way.

"You alright Harry?"

Harry nodded and zoomed away. That's when he saw it. The Golden Snitch. In an instant, Harry was in a dive, making a straight line towards the ground, Charlie soon on his tail. The snitch continued to soar downwards.

"And it looks like they've found the snitch! Oh, and it's Fleur with the Quaffle, she flies to the hoop, she throws the ball, and she…SCORES!"

Harry was gaining on the snitch, but if he didn't catch it soon, he'd have to pull out of the dive. They were reaching the ground quickly.

Charlie was gaining on Harry, flying less than a foot behind him. They were getting near ground and he knew he'd have to pull out soon.

10 feet from the ground.

7 feet from the ground.

5 feet from the ground.

The snitch wasn't leaving the area and neither Charlie nor Harry could reach it in time. The strong winds were blowing them off-course and they could not go fast enough in this weather.

4 feet from the ground. Charlie pulled out of the dive. He just couldn't go any farther without hitting land. He was amazed to see Harry still going.

2 feet from the ground. The snitch darted slightly up wards, as Harry pulled out of the spectacular dive. Harry shot upwards instantly, just a foot and a half from the ground. Charlie simply froze; amazed by the amazing dive Harry had just pulled out of. Harry followed the snitch once again.

"And look at that spectacular dive! And it's Angelina with the Quaffle. Uh-oh, WATCH OUT FOR THAT BLUDGER, ANGELINA! Phew, just missed it. She flies to the goal, shoots, and…SCORES! Its Katie with the Quaffle, uh-oh, the bludger's coming towards her! Oh, good, nice one, Hermione. Katie passes to Ginny, who shoots and…is blocked by Bill. Nice try, Ginny. Nice one, Bill."

Harry twisted and turned with the snitch. He was only a few inches from grasping the golden ball. But Charlie was gaining on him, and pulling off some incredible sharp turns.

"It's Tonks with the Quaffle. She reaches the hoop, throws, and…SCORES! The score is now 20 to 10 in Charlie's favor. And it's Katie with the Quaffle, she soars to the hoop, she shoots, and Bill…MISSES! TEN POINTS TO HARRY'S TEAM!"

Charlie and Harry were now nearly one hundred feet from the ground, when, once again, the snitch shot downwards, faster than any broom could move, and stalled near the bottom of the pitch. Charlie instantly zoomed into a dive, gaining the advantage. Harry quickly followed, about eight feet behind Charlie.

Harry was gaining on Charlie very fast. Within ten seconds, the two seekers were neck and neck. They were getting close to the ground.

Ten feet.

Eight feet.

Six feet.

Four feet. Harry extended his hand as much as possible, and was just barely able to grasp the golden ball's fluttering wing. He gripped it tight, pulling out of the dive, followed by Charlie. He gripped the rest of the ball, tightly in fist, and thrust it up into the air.

"HARRY AND HIS TEAM WINS! 170 to 20!"

Everyone flew downward, and dismounted their brooms. Harry turned to Charlie.

"Nice game," he said, holding out his hand.

Charlie grabbed it, shaking it, "You too," he said, nodding.

"Thanks. Gave me quite a match for once. You're the best seeker I've ever played."

"There's no one better than us," Charlie said, nodding appreciatively.

Harry chuckled, as their teams reached them. Ginny pulled Harry into a hug, as Tonks did the same to Charlie.

"You're amazing, you know that?" Ginny whispered to Harry.

Harry kissed her on the top of the head. "So I've been told…by you…a numerous amount of times."

Ginny slapped him on the arm, playfully.

"You're a good seeker. You should challenge Harry to a rematch, sometime," Tonks said, thoughtfully.

"Yeah," Charlie spoke, sighing, "maybe. Someday. But Harry deserved to win. He's good enough to go pro."

"And you're not?" Tonks questioned him.

"Yeah, well," he said, shrugging. "I could. But I love my job, way too much for that. But Harry's still better than me."

Tonks nodded. "Well, I guess so. But I still think you're amazing."

"Thanks."

"I love you."

"Love you too, babe," he said, kissing her on the top of the head."

"Nice beating, out there," Ron said to his fiancé.

"Why thank you! It was fun. I never knew my own abilities."

"Yeah, you were great, sweetie."

Hermione smiled. "Thanks. Right back at you. You only missed one goal! That's really good!"

Ron smiled sweetly at her, a symbolic "thanks", and grabbed her hand. "Let's go inside, shall we?"

Hermione nodded and they headed indoors, out of the bitter, cold snow.

There was a bit of chatter and then everyone headed inside for hot chocolate. They drank and talked, just hanging around with each other. The day passed quickly and before they knew it, it was 10:30 PM. Most people were heading off to bed. By 11:15, the only ones still up were Harry, Bill, Tonks, and Hermione.

"Uh, Hermione, aren't you going to bed? I mean, Ron's already gone to bed. Don't you want to leave?" Harry asked, desperately.

"Nope."

"What about you, Bill?" Tonks asked.

He shook his head.

"Why not?" Harry asked, pleadingly.

Hermione sighed, "Because we want to help you plan you're proposal."

Harry's eyes widened. How did they know? How did they find out?

"How—how did you know?"

"I'm a genius, remember? You, of all people, should know that, Harry," Hermione said, smirking.

Harry raised a suspicious eyebrow.

"Okay, okay. We overheard you two talking last night."

Harry nodded.

"Congratulations Harry," Hermione said, quietly.

"Thanks."

Bill smiled. "Congratulations," Bill continued, adopting a superior, warning voice, "Now, as Ginny's oldest brother and all, I feel I should be the one to give you the 'treat her right' speech."

Harry chuckled and focused on Bill, trying to take him completely seriously.

"Make sure you don't hurt her, Harry. You know how much she loves you and you also know how many older brothers she has that can come and pound you into the ground if you go and break her heart. And also, make sure not to go out and get yourself killed by some measly Death Eater or something. She'd get pretty upset."

Harry smiled, "I can agree to that."

"Then you get the Weasley Brother's Blessing. All five of us."

Harry grinned sheepishly, muttering his thanks.

There was a silence, but Tonks quickly interrupted it.

"Okay, people. Time to get planning."

And so they all dove into finalizing their plans for Christmas night.