A/N: Still don't own Harry Potter.

She stretched, long hair in a pony tail. Her arms were bare save a pair of fingerless gloves. Her tank top and shorts were in her house colors.

"How was practice?"

"Good," she replied untying one boot.

"Where are your robes? Weren't you freezing out there?"

"Nope, got to get used to the cold." She untied the other boot sliding her feet out of them revealing a pair of striped socks. She wiggled her toes slowly.

"You're going to catch your death out there."

"Nope, I'll be okay. It wasn't that cold today, and at least it was dry. Wet and cold is worse. I've got some warming potions that should keep me from getting sick. 'Sides, I've got to train my immune system too. No point of being a professional if I keep getting sick from playing."

"So, you're going to go pro?"

"Hoping to," she answered shifting her shoulders, her muscles rippling under her tank top.

"I thought after the war, you'd want to settle down, get out of the spotlight and excitement."

"The camera loves me, and I love playing. There'll be time to settle later, after a few bludgers to the head and can't play."

"You are insane."

"And you love it."

"I love you."

"I love you too, Harry."