Harry's New Life
Chapter Twelve
First Game
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"I love you Harry." Ginny said as she came up from air after a sound episode of snogging.
Harry smiled at her, "You said that already, several times."
"I know, can't help myself it feels good say it." Ginny said as she laid her head on Harry's chest.
Harry looked down at his watch and realized that they had spent most of night just holding each other and enjoying the company. "Ginny it's getting really late."
"Ginny?" Harry asked shaking her slightly. She didn't reply, Harry looked down and realized her eyes were closed and a slight smile was on her face. Ginny had fallen asleep, and Harry could tell she must be a heavy sleeper because no matter how much he wiggled she didn't wake up.
Now Harry was stuck, but he didn't complain too much. He was comfortable on the couch and Ginny weighed next to nothing. Harry pulled Hermione's quilt that she had draped on the back of the couch and covered Ginny the best he could. He fluffed the pillow behind his head and was just getting ready to take off his glasses when Ron and Hermione came through the front door.
Ron's eyes instantly shot over to Harry and the situation he was in. Harry could tell he was about to say something about it, but Harry just pressed his fingers to his lips to indicate that he needed to be quite. Hermione walked over and looked down at Ginny, her hand was on Harry's chest and her new ring was quite visible. Hermione gave Harry a small wink then grabbed Ron's hand and pulled him into her bedroom.
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"Harry…Harry wake up!" came the soft but distant voice of Ginny.
"Whatsthematter?" Harry asked groggily.
"Your going to miss your first game, get up!" Ginny said as she violently started shaking Harry.
Harry almost knocked Ginny to ground when he jumped up from the couch. He rubbed his eyes hastily, leaving little white stars and then he put his glasses on. The clock that Mrs. Weasley gave them was hanging on the wall and it said 8:30. His first Quidditch match started at nine and he should have reported for warm ups almost fifteen minutes ago. The sudden urge to panic swept over him as he started running around like mad.
"How could you let me over sleep Ginny?" Harry called from his bedroom while he looked for his uniform.
"Don't blame this on me! It's Ron's fault he turned off your alarm." Ginny said angrily as she stormed into Harry's room.
Harry was standing in the middle of his room with nothing but his boxers on, his back facing the doorway. Ginny froze instantly when she walked in, she had never seen Harry without his clothes on before. Harry was pulling up his pants when he turned around and saw Ginny blushing profusely in the doorway. Harry just froze at seeing the odd yet happy look on her face; he was suspended in motion, holding onto the waist of his pants.
"Um, Ginny I'll be out in just a second…you better go wake up Ron and Hermione." Harry said blushing slightly too.
"Oh, right, we will see you after the match Harry, good luck." And she quickly ran out of room and started banging on Hermione's door.
Harry pulled on his robes and grabbed his broom, "Ginny I left the tickets on the table, see you later." And still blushing at the awkward moment with Ginny, he apparated.
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(Warning…this next section is nothing but Quidditch…if you don't like the game…skip this section)
"Hello and welcome to today's match! The Wigtown Wanderers versus the Chudley Cannons here at the beautiful Cannon's field in Chudleigh!" Melvel Dorkins, brother of the Cannons manager, Ragmar Dorkins was commentating today's match.
"The Chudley Cannons are expected to introduce their new Seeker today, Mr. Harry Potter!"
A loud round of cheering could be heard from the orange clad supporters on the right side of the field. Ron, Hermione and Ginny were located near the goal hoops sporting the large banner they made back in school with the words Potter for President flashing in large, color changing letters. Apparently Ginny had gotten a hold of this banner through the years and hung onto it.
Just then a large group of red and grey Quidditch players came flying out of the locker rooms and made several laps around the field, followed by loud cheers from the supporting fans. Once the Wigtown Wanderer's fans calmed down the Chudley Cannons came flying with Harry at in the rear. They made several laps of the field and settled themselves above their hoops.
"And their off! The Cannons have possession of the quaffle as chaser Laura Nesbeth streaks off towards the Wanderers hoops. But, Oh no, McKenly of Wigtown smashes a bludger towards Nesbeth and knocks her off her broom. But she looks okay mates, she's right back on and ready to play. However O'Riely of Wigtown scores, making the Cannons fall behind by ten."
The rest of the game seemed to go downhill farther and farther, before anyone knew it the Cannons were down ninety points and the sad part was that the Cannons supporters didn't seem to care, in fact they seemed very used to it. Harry even noticed two fans playing chess, completely forgetting that a game was going on.
The Wanderers seemed almost bored with the game and were defiantly lacking in the effort area. Harry knew that if he wanted to save his team he needed to get that snitch, and soon! "This is pathetic." Harry said even though no one was near him to hear it.
And no sooner did the words escape Harry's mouth that Harry saw the snitch. Shiny and gold with fluttering wings, it was hovering in the middle of the Wigtown's middle goal hoop. Instantly Harry took off after it, it took a few moments before the Wanderer's seeker noticed. Both seekers were now streaking up the field towards the goal hoop. Harry's team mates watched in amazement as he easily out ran the other seeker and almost effortlessly wrapping his fingers around the snitch.
Time seemed to stand still as complete silence fell around the field. Everyone, including the Cannons seemed to be in slow motion as they processed what just happened. It wasn't until Harry heard Ron yell in the distance that noise started to erupt around the field. Harry was suddenly being attacked by his teammates as they dragged him back towards the ground where hundreds of fans started rushing the field. He felt like he just won the World Cup as people patted his back and took his picture. Ginny even found her way over and kissed him roughly as everyone watched and jeered him.
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Ragmar, the team manager somehow pushed the team off the field and into the locker room for a "don't let it go to your head" speech. By the time Harry packed up and changed his clothes almost everyone in the stadium had left. He walked back out into the now hot afternoon air to find Ron, Hermione and Ginny playing with the quaffle on the ground.
Ron ran over to Harry and said, "Great job mate, we haven't won a game in years! Hey, let me have a go on your broom!" Ron asked excitedly as Harry happily handed over his Firebolt.
Ron mounted the broom them smiled at Hermione, "Come one, Hermione, ride with me." Hermione smiled and hopped on the broom in front of Ron.
As they soared off around the pitch Ginny walked over to Harry with the quaffle still in her hand. "That was amazing Harry." She said shyly. "Great job, I knew you would do great."
Harry noticed one thing; Ginny wasn't looking him in the eye. He walked over and put his hand under her chin and pushed her head up so she would look at him. "Why won't you look at me Gin, I know your feet can't be that interesting."
"You just called me Gin." Ginny giggled still resting her head on Harry's hand. "Only my family calls me that."
Harry frowned, "Your changing the subject, why are you avoiding my eyes, is it because of this morning?"
Ginny blushed for the second time that day, "Well, yeah I suppose so."
Harry dropped his bag and wrapped his arms around her, a sudden feeling of confidence over came him, the adrenalin of the game still lingering. "So, did you like what you saw?"
Ginny pressed her face into Harry's chest to avoid looking into his face. "Well, umm…yeah, that's why I was embarrassed Harry, because I was…." The rest of the sentence she mumbled so Harry couldn't hear.
"You were what Ginny?" Harry asked knowing the answer.
Ginny leaned up on her tip toes and whispered into Harry's ear, "I was turned on."
Harry smiled and kissed her while bringing her body closer to him. "I think we need to even the score."
Ginny pulled away from Harry, her eyes wide with interest.