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The quidditch world cup was fast approaching and Britain was ecstatic. The cup was to be held in England, and an old rivalry had been reignited, the Irish vs. the Bulgarians. There hadn't been this much tension for a world cup in quite along time. The teams had changed slightly, however since their first match twelve years ago. Ginny was the youngest Captain that the Irish had ever had, and Viktor Crum was currently the oldest captain the Bulgarians had ever had.

The Weasley family was running about the house trying to get ready to go and watch the awaited match.

"Ron dear, did you tell Hermione where the seats were?" Mrs. Weasley asked while running about the house trying to find the tickets.

"Yes Mum, I told her, and Harry and Percy as well. But ever since Hermione broke it off with Percy, he doesn't seem to want to be around much, so he probably wont come. Not that any of us want him there anyway…"

"Ron! Don't speak about your brother that way!" Mrs. Weasley shouted from the other room.

"Come on Lav." Ron said quietly, "We better get going."


Ginny was surprised that she was not more nervous about the impending match before her. They had changed things a bit since the last world cup she had seen, which strangely enough was in her third year, the Irish vs. the Bulgarians. Ticket sales had been slightly down, even though the war had been over sometime now. So the organizers wanted things a bit showier this year. The announcer's box, the box her family and friends would be seated in, was the player's entrance onto the field. The players would be standing together side by side, in two single file lines, Irish on the left and Bulgarians on the right. Then when their names were called they would soar onto the field from the announcers box. It basically made things a bit more glamorous. Ginny was not quite sure how it would effect ticket sales, but she did not mind.

She was not nervous about the game, but by walking through the announcers box before hand she would have to say hello to her family and friends and she was scared out of her mind by seeing Hermione again. It had been close to a year now since their last encounter. She had obviously heard about her apparent split with Percy. It turned out that the family did not really mind much, and some even congratulated Hermione on her decision. Those congratulations of course came from Fred and George, who had always disapproved of the engagement in the first place. Well, not so much disapproved of, really more or less made fun of. But Hermione was still welcomed with open arms in the Weasley house.

So now, Ginny was in a state of limbo. Should she approach Hermione, or wait?

As she heard the noise from the crowd growing, she knew it was time for her to walk out and face the girl that had been occupying her thoughts since her sixth year at Hogwarts. At least, she thought, I look damn good in my quidditch uniform.


Hermione was running to the pitch, she could not be late; both Viktor and Ginny had invited her. Hermione was a bit nervous to see Viktor, but she was really there to support Ginny. Once Viktor had heard about the split between Percy and herself, he would not stop leaving her alone. He wrote daily despite Hermione's requests for him to stop.

She figured that coming to the world cup would finally shut him up, not to mention the fact that she could not wait to see Ginny. As she reached the box, she found that the players had not entered yet.

She plopped herself next to Harry, who looked like a giant walking billboard for the Irish team.

"Hermione where have you been? We have been here for ages. Oh, here I bought you a shirt!"

"Ah thanks Harry, all I had was this scarf from our fourth year!"

As Hermione took off her pea coat, Harry stared at his friend.

"Wow Hermione, you have been looking good lately!" Harry stated.

"Ah really? All I am wearing is a t-shirt and jeans …" She said as she blushed slightly.

"Yeah, but I don't know, you just look nice."

"Ah, well thanks Harry"

"Oh, Here come the players! Look, Ginny's in front for the Irish"

"Oh my God," Hermione thought. "She looks better than I remember her ever looking in her school quidditch uniform." "Wow, she looks so confident and strong." Hermione contemplated. "Okay now pull yourself together; she's coming over here."


As Ginny made her way into the room, she immediately saw Hermione and Harry. She smirked to herself when she saw Hermione wearing an Ireland National side t-shirt and scarf. As she made her way over to them, she couldn't help but notice Hermione scanning her with her eyes. "She's checking me out," Ginny thought to herself smirking again.

"Thank you so much for coming guys!" she said to the entire family.

As she casually made her way down to Harry and Hermione, Hermione immediately grabbed her and hugged her.

"You look so good!" Hermione exclaimed with a smile.

"Yeah you do!" added Harry laughing.

"I am just happy you came her to support me." Ginny said quietly.

"Why else would I come?" Hermione questioned smiling.

"Hermione?" Krum shouted from the other side of the room, " I thought you were here to support ME not this, this… other person!"

"Viktor what do you want from me?" Hermione sighed.

"I want the girl that I love to finally admit to everyone else that she feels the same way about me. I wan the girl that I love to support me in one of the most important games in my career. I want.."

"Victor what the Fuck? Have I ever given the impression that…" Hermione started, but Ginny cut in.

"Don't worry Hermione, Krum is just jealous that his old girlfriend chose me, not him" sneered Ginny.

Hermione giggled, as did most of the Weasley family. Except for Fred and George, they believed it to be appropriate to fall about laughing.

"I would never be jealous of a pitiful girl such as yourself. You can't get in bed with Potter, so instead you get in bed with women is that it?" Krum said disgusted.

"Be careful what you say boy-o, you wont want us running your arse all the way up the pitch the entire game now would yeah?" McCormick, a beater for the Irish, said.

"You didn't beat me last time, what makes you think you can now?" Viktor stated with a scour over his brow.

"My team may not have beaten your skills at seeking Vikky, but we still beat your team, and now I am Captain, so shut the fuck up and get on the pitch." Ginny belted.

"Ginny…" muttered Mrs. Weasley under her breath; obvious that she hated it when any of her children swore.

"Don't call me VIKKY!" Krum shouted.

"Bye Vikky! Good Luck Vikky!" Chanted the Twins.

Hermione then grabbed Ginny by the sleeve, kissed her cheek and said, " Kick his ass…"

Ginny smirking back said, "My pleasure." And soared out onto the field with thousands of witches and wizards chanting her name, but all Ginny could feel was the triumph. She did not need to beat Krum in this match. She had already won a bigger game.


A/N Sorry this chapter is shit, I am pretty tired, and thought I should just get it out.

Promise the next one will be better…

Soon to come: The actual quidditch match

A certain letter that will change the lives of a certain group of people;)

Sorry about Krum's lack of accent, and the horrible stereotype of the Irish accent.

Oh, and thanks for the reviews, they are all very nice and I love to hear them :)