Well it's always been a hobby of mine to read a good FanFiction. But lately I have had the the creative drive to write my own story. I do not do this often but as long as you guys like it I'll see it through to the end. The story picks up pretty fast, an chapter 2 should be out by tomorrow. Anyway thanks for the read guys I hope you enjoy it! Disclaimer:I did not on Harry Potter or any of its characters. Harry Potter is the sole property of JK rolling and various publishers.
It was strange to think about how fast time has flown by. The days of Hogwarts and exams had all but passed her by, which created a sense of longing for a simpler time. Hogwarts hadn't always been the greatest place in the world, but she could really drop back into her fifth year. She had done so much that year becoming co-captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team and finally getting the recognition and reciprocation of the feelings she had felt so long for Harry Potter. She really did love him with all she had; he just made things in her life better.
They started dating again after the battle of Hogwarts. And things weren't always easy with all the death and destruction they had witnessed and been a part of, but they got through it together. And now she was fresh out of school after just graduating her 7th year, with Hermione, she might add, who went back to school for her last year much to her brother Ron's dismay. A smirk etched its way across her face as she recalled Harry teasing Ron.
"Did you really think she would do anything else besides finish her education? I mean, this is Hermione Granger we're talking about here," She snickered remembering Harry teasing Ron with a soft grin on his face.
"Shut it already...," Ron muttered as he laid his head on the breakfast table with a mouth full of food.
Ron hoped that moping about for a week and a half would somehow change his girlfriend's decision to attend her seventh year. When in fact, all it did was make them snicker that much more at his antics.
But the year went by in the blink of an eye and rounded back to summer quicker than they thought. Ginny almost felt like she forgot to breathe or spend any time with Harry before summer training camp with the Holyhead Harpies started. The only thing that remained now was work and responsibility. Don't get her wrong, she wasn't objecting to a hard day's work, but maybe she was a bit irritable because that was Ginny's second quidditch practice of the day.
"Okay let's run the set again, and this time I want perfection. Best believe i'm watching you Weasley!" Gwenog barked at Ginny. "If you have time to daydream you have time to run more plays,"
"Bloody hell, I thought we would be done three sets ago," Ginny blew a few strands of her hair out of her face before whisking into the her position in the air.
Gwenog Jones, captain of the Harpies, had a reputation for demanding respect, hardwork and discipline. And bloody hell did her reputation precede her. She was a dark skinned witch with beautiful long brown hair, which was always in a ponytail. In her early 30's, Jones was a seasoned veteran for not only the Harpies but for the league. She was just two years off of her second league MVP. Her trash talk and red hot attitude was legendary, but her grueling practices, chalk talks, and film sessions were not to be reckoned with either.
She always made it a habit to remind every woman on the team that witches were better at quidditch than wizards. However, Gwenog also had a rather fun side as well. She loved to take the team out for a good drink, trying her damn hardest to get everyone on the team drunk off their ass when they had some downtime. Almost every witch on the team looked up to her, including Ginny. She could make any wizard quiver in his pants or drop his pants, as she pleased. That was empowering to her younger teammates. And they all followed her lead like soldiers marching into battle.
The practice, which should have been done over 45 minutes ago lasted another hour and 15 minutes. But be damn the time, Ginny was determined to make the team. Training camp was coming to an end, and the Harpies would be finalizing their final roster spots in a week. They only needed 13 people, 7 starters and 6 reserve players. Ginny would be damned if she was going to be a bloody reserved player.
Ginny had been captain of the Quidditch team her last two years at Hogwarts, winning the house cup in her last year. She was scouted by various teams throughout the league, but it had always been her dream to be a Harpy. Despite offers from some of those teams, Ginny was ecstatic the day her offer to join the Harpies' camp came.
Her Potions' Professor Horace Slughorn had seemingly tried to invent a way to join Ginny and Gwenog at the hip, inviting Gwenog to all the Slughorn club dinners she could get to and introducing Ginny and Gwenog as much as possible. Every time it always ended in Gwenog telling Slughorn the Harpies' scouts would make the right decision from which would follow the Harpies' captain giving Ginny an up-and-down with the most plutonic face she could ever remember seeing. She really did hate her professor's pushiness when it came to the subject, preferring to get onto the team through her own merit.
"Alright ladies we will have the final cuts for the year hosted on Monday. You've all done a fantastic job making it this far, but we've chosen the best people for us to be competitive," stated Gwenog as she landed onto the Quidditch pitch and began walking to the training facility.
"Do understand, just because you don't make the cut doesn't mean we won't need you. Injuries do happen, so we have to be prepared. Here with the Harpies, it's a next witch up mentality." Jones turned around, walking backwards in order to address the team as they followed hastily behind her.
"Now you all have exactly 45 minutes to clean up before we hit the bars, so everybody hit the showers because you all smell!" Gwenog chuckled, undoing her ponytail as she walked back to the locker rooms.
"So Ginny, do you think you'll make the cut? Merlin knows, I'm terrified," Alice said while hanging playfully onto Ginny's shoulders as they walked back to the locker room.
Alice Gamal had quickly become a close friend to Ginny while they were at training camp. Alice was an angelic Irish girl with short blond hair and big blue eyes. She had a very easy, get-to-know-you personality. While sometimes she could be silly, when it came to Quidditch, she was all business as a hell of a chaser. If she had one weakness, it was that she went through men like hours in a day. She always stated that she never wanted to be tied down, and her career was the most important thing.
"You know I have a really good feeling about this. We have worked our arses off for this moment, and we were born to play Quidditch after all." Ginny smiled wiping sweat off of her forehead while walking to her locker.
"I guess you're right, Ginny, but that still can't stop this girl from hyperventilating every half hour ya know?" Alice replied half jokingly while taking off her Quidditch robes. "I mean I don't know if I'll really sleep this weekend." The blonde made a never face while wrapping a towel around herself.
"Oh bloody hell, Alice you will be just fine." Ginny waved her hand dismissively towards her dramatic friend.
"Well, we all know Ginny will be okay when you get to go home for the weekend and wrap yourself around the Chosen One," four-year veteran Honora Grendel chimed in, throwing a towel in Ginny's direction.
"Well I'm not going to lie, we like to have fun…..And it just so happens when we haven't seen each other for a couple of weeks the fun carries on for a while." Ginny rinned with red cheeks while walking towards the shower.
"Oh I tell you, he may be a few years younger than me, but the things I would do to that man. I mean honestly, Ginny you couldn't have taught him everything," joked the team's fourth-year beater Georgina with a smirk on her face as all the other Harpies player started laughing
"Half the fun is learning, Georgina," Ginny smirked while getting into the shower and letting the warm water ease her mind.
Later at the Drunken Monkey, a pub right off of Diagon Alley, the Harpies' players had taken over the medium-size pub with their fans in tow. The witches always got showered with free drinks and had guys trying to hit on them. It was quite the big thing to go home with one of the Harpies' players. And, my god, did they have a lot of wizards and a few witches try.
"Cheers to the start of something great!" Ginny toasted with a few of the hopeful Harpies as they spilled a little butterbeer on the floor.
"All of the reserve spots are still open, and they're looking for two new starting chasers and a seeker. I like our chances!" one of the harpies hopefuls said loudly, polishing off her beer and slamming it down on the table.
"I'm with Ginny on this one, I feel semi-but-not-really-but-still-kind-of confident!" Alice giggled while taking a sip of her own drink.
"We all just have to look on the bright side and understand that confidence is key!" Ginny sarcastically smiled as she received her new beer. "I mean honestly, if I let every bad thought of dread and gloom creep into my mind, I wouldn't get out of bed in the morning!"
"You don't get out of bed in the morning because when you're not at training camp, you're with that dreamy Potter!" Georgina exclaimed before downing the rest of her beer and laughing along the rest of the team.
"I want you all to understand that there's only so much sex that we can have. I mean I just got out of school and we don't even live together. You all don't understand how hard it is to sneak away from or your parents house or Hogwarts for a quick shag. There is a lot of planning and strategy put into all of it," explained Ginny as she used a lot of tactical hand gestures to demonstrate the problems Harry and her had at getting alone time.
"I'm pretty sure that you two manage pretty well from the stories that I've been privy to," Alice said, throwing a bunch of beer nuts into her mouth.
"You're one to talk, Gamel. Men for you are like a revolving door," pointed out Gwenog as she came and stood next to the young witches.
"Captain, you can't judge me that hard. I haven't even picked anyone to play with tonight," whined Alice as she put her hand over her chess, acting offended.
"I don't care what you lot do in your spare time, relationship-wise. Do as you see fit. All I ask is that you don't get pregnant," Gwenog joked lightheartedly.
"I will say that relationships are hard in our line of work. We are always on the go, and our lifestyle isn't the most conducive to a bloke dropping down on one knee. Plus when you do find someone, the press will hammer you to find out every little detail. You will never know how or when, but they will get you everytime," Gwenog said as barkeep sent her another beer through the air, which Gwenog caught the mug effortlessly.
"Oh come now, love and Quidditch is a beautiful thing. They can coexist happily when there is communication," Gwen Stacy, the Harpies' long time eighth-year keeper, chimed in. "Listen girls, it's all what you make of it. If the right bloke or gal comes along, snatch them up like I did!" Gwen smiled with a bright spark in her eye.
Gwen Stacy's love for the game was almost unmatched; only Gwenog was more of a fanatic. But it was no secret that her fiancé Nicholas was her other passion, much to her best friend Gwenog Jones' annoyance. Sure, Jones liked Nicholas, but she didn't believe Gwen should be dating anyone while having a Quidditch career. But Gwen always shut Gwenog up with her play. She had been the league's keeper of the year four-times, and she generated respect from team owners, general managers, and other Quidditch captains alike. Where Gwenog was rough and brutal, Gwen was smooth, elegant, and never quick to anger. She was also quite the beautiful witch, with long brown hair, silver eyes, and tan skin that showed off her mother's Italian heritage.
"Well, let's have a poll of it shall we: who here wants a successful quidditch career with a bunch of league titles?"
Almost all of the young witches in the bar raise their hand, including Ginny.
"Don't forget the money!" one of the harpies yelled from the crowd.
"Ahh yes we can't forget the money. Now raise your hand if you would like a bloody pat and a family over a successful quidditch career."
Almost none of the witches raised their hand except for Gwen and another hopeful Harpy in the back. Plus, the half raised hand of Ginny Weasley who was looking around for a bit more support.
"As you can see my case is closed!" Gwenog barked loudly as she smiled downing the rest of her beer.
"Agree to disagree Gwenog," Gwen smiled, polishing off the rest of her drink in suit.
"I can relate to Captain, though. I love Harry, but I'm not sure marriage is for me. I don't understand why two people just can't stay together without putting a title on it. And then there's the thought of children. I know Harry wants some badly, but I'm not sure that kids are for me. I mean, I grew up with six older brothers and have seen first hand what children can do to one's sanity. And then I look at my mother. Yes, she's happily married, but couldn't she have ever done more with her life?" Ginny chimed in shooting down Gwen and backing up her captain.
"See I knew Weasley had a good head on her shoulders!" Gwenog smiled, lifting her now half full beer in Ginny's direction.
"Now you can't mean what you were saying completely, Jones?" inquired a rather cute, half-drunk Harpies fan around Gwenog's age. He walked up, stopping in front of Jones. The Harpies all giggled because they knew what was coming next. They were all feeling pretty pissed at this point, so they knew their captain was as well. Plus, everyone knew enough to know that Jones either wanted a man or she didn't; there was no in between.
"I hope she goes easy on you, buddy," Gwen sympathetically stated, patting the handsome fan on the shoulder as she walked past him towards her friends halfway across the bar.
"Well, you're kind of cute, and you have a nice arse. Not to mention, it took guts to do what you just did, so here's what I'm going to do for you," Gwenog sweetly and seductively whispered towards the fan.
"I'm going to give you five seconds to get away from me before I transfigure you into a rat and throw you into the dumpster back behind the bar, savvy?" Gwenog chirped with a cheerful smile on her face albeit eerily creepy.
"She can't be serious, right?" the handsome fan questioned as he looked around at all the other Harpies.
"Mate, I think she's dead serious," Georgina warned with an evil smile, knowing what would come next.
"Five."
"Four."
The man watched her pull her wand from her back pocket, as the bar got quiet like they had seen something like this before.
"Three."
"The Aurors have had to detain her seven times before this. That's not to mention the times they've been called," Georgina elaborated while crossing her hands behind her back, leaning her head against the wall.
"Two."
"Gwenog, don't have us kicking you out again," the barkeeper warned, looking concerned for the man in Gwenog Jones sights.
The man looked between the barkeeper, then Georgina, and then to Jones.
"FUCK THIS!" the hopeful man decided to book it, pushing past people trying to get as far away from Gwenog as he could.
"One."
A stream of blue light shot out of her wand, impaling the poor man's butt and giving him a quite fashionable rat's tail. At the same moment, he slipped in spilled beer and had a meeting with the floor.
"I told you not to go over there!" shouted one of his friends. The group of his friends were doubled over laughing so hard that one might think they were going to have a heart attack.
The whole bar erupted into laughter and praised Gwenog with the chant of, "Captain! Captain!"
The bartender on the other hand looked rather pissed. "Gwenog, I warned you about transfiguring people!"
Before he could get out any more criticism, Gwenog yelled, "Drinks all around on me!"
The bar went into a frenzy as people crowded bartenders to order their new found free drinks.
As Ginny look around she couldn't help but think to herself that everyone on the team was damn sure inebriated at this point. And also that she was going to enjoy her new found career choice, so long as she made the cut. But Ginny wouldn't worry about that tonight, choosing instead to enjoy herself with her friends.
After three more pubs and a dangerous amount of alcohol, the Harpies all begin to scatter for the night.
"I really should get going if I'm going to be any type of sober when Harry gets home tomorrow," Ginny hiccuped and giggled at Alice.
"Do what you must, Ginny. I think I found a way to occupy myself for the weekend," Alice replied, coming up for air from her current snogging session.
"What do ya say, big fella? Do you think I can use you for the night? I need to get my little old mind off of the cuts the Harpies are making monday," Alice teased as she drew circles around the bloke's chest with her finger as he held her close to him.
Alice's newfound fella just proceeded to nod like a mesmerized, hungry dog. This made both Ginny and Alice giggle.
"Well, hopefully, I see you Monday. It's been one hell of a ride," Alice said with a bit of emotion in her voice as she broke away from her boy-toy, enveloping Ginny in a big hug.
"Don't worry. I'm telling you everything will be okay, I just have a gut feeling about this, and my gut feelings are always pretty spot on," Ginny replied, squeezing her friend just as tightly in the hug.
Ginny then left out of the Three Broomsticks and walked down a ways to the apparition point. Taking a deep breath and closing her eyes, she knew that apparating while she was still slightly pissed was probably not the best idea, but she had done it before. As much as the Harpies went out, she was quickly becoming a pro at it. That's not to say the whole experience still wasn't unpleasant for her stomach.
As she closed her eyes she thought of her childhood home, and when she opened them again, she was on a dirt road facing her parents' house. She slowly made her way up the road, giggling as she remembered the antics of her and her teammates, having caused the barkeeps and bouncers quite a bit of trouble at the bars they crashed. As she approached the house, she noticed a figure sitting in the chair swing on the front porch. When Ginny got closer, she looked up to find that it was none other than her favorite person, Harry Potter. Harry stood up and gave her his trademark smile while adjusting his glasses.
"Harry, I didn't think I would see you until tomorrow afternoon!" Ginny yelled in shock as she ran up and enveloped Harry in a bone-crushing a hug, which Harry reciprocated. "You know you could use a shower by the way," Ginny muttered and rested her head on his chest.
It was at times like this that she noticed how tall Harry had gotten over the years. He stood about 6'1", and while he wasn't as tall as some of her brothers, he was perfect for her. After graduating from school, he filled out quite well. He wasn't the biggest fella, but he wasn't skin-and-bones anymore either. He also let his wild hair grow out a ways to where his trademark scar was covered by quite a bit of hair to pair with a little bit of a beard wrapping around his sharp jawline. He was dressed in his Auror robe with the Deathly Hallows' triangular-shaped necklace wrapped around his neck, falling underneath his shirt. One constant with Harry was his bottle green eyes that were hidden behind his trademarked round glasses. Harry had changed a lot in just the past few years, but at the same time, he was still Harry.
Ginny had done a lot of growing up as well. She was now a Hogwarts graduate and hopeful Harpies' chaser. Her beautiful brown eyes still always seemed to shimmer much more when around Harry. She was still the same height as when she was 15, coming in around 5'5", but her body was more slender now. She had developed curves and a tad bit of a larger chest, which both she and Harry enjoyed. Her face was also more defined with her ever present freckles dotting her face. Ginny's silky skin, while still fair, was a bit more tan, which made her hair look that much more fiery red.
It was just her luck that Harry was here because she wore skin tight jeans and a white midriff-baring top that showed off her waist. Crop-tops always drove Harry crazy, but as it was late into the night, Ginny needed to cover herself with a short brown leather jacket. Completing her outfit as always was a necklace with a green crystal attached to the end of it that Harry had given her for her birthday last year.
"Sorry Gin, I didn't have a lot of time to go and clean up before I rushed over here. It took us a little while longer to catch that tosser than we thought it would. I was going to meet up with you after your practice today, but time seem to have escaped me," Harry said as he took Ginny's face in his hands and planted a kiss on her forehead.
"It's okay. I'm just glad to see you home safe and sound," Ginny said as she stood on her toes to softly kiss Harry's lips.
Harry responded passionately as his hands went to wrap around her waist and pull her closer in order to better kiss her. She opened her mouth and granted him access. Harry opportunely began to explore her mouth, tasting the alcohol on her tongue. As she deepened the kiss, her hands slowly crept under Harry shirt to feel his bare chest while Harry's hands explored her bare waistline, feeling every inch of skin that he could. Harry then broke the kiss and looked down at her with passion burning in his eyes.
"You know I love it when you wear those short little shirts of yours. It drives me crazy," Harry growled as he brought his forehead to rest on hers.
"That's even more of a reason to wear them love, " she seductively cooed, smiling up at him.
"We really should stop before we give your parents a show that they didn't intend on seeing," Harry said, trying desperately to calm himself before Ginny and he scandalized Molly and Arthur Weasley.
"Harry Potter, I will have you know that I am a bit tossed and really horny. To add to that, I haven't had a proper shag in two weeks, and I'm currently needing your attention," Ginny moaned as she grabbed onto Harry's jacket and pulled his face down to hers.
Once again, their lips crashed into each other as lust and love clouded their minds, and they both got lost in the moment. It took all of Harry's willpower to pull away this time as he tried to catch his breath.
"I…...I...um, I want to talk for awhile, why don't we go sit on the swing?" Harry offered, his eyes pleading with her to give him a little time to talk.
"Fine. As long as I get what I want later, I guess we can sit for a while," Ginny mused as she took Harry's hand and guided him to the swing. Her balance was still a little off from her festivities earlier, and as they both sat down, she leaned back into him to steady herself as they both stared up at the sky. She began to think to herself this is why she loved Harry so much. She could just be herself with him, and he accepted all her quirky flaws, red hot temper included. Maybe it was the fact that they could just sit there in comfortable silence, not saying anything to each other as they just flowed off each other's energy. She was not sure that every couple in the world had those kinds of moment, but she was grateful she had it with Harry.
"So, Potter, now that you've got me good and horny, what do you want to talk about?" Ginny asked, nuzzling her head further into Harry's chest.
"Well I tried to get done at the ministry as fast as I could so that I could come here and talk to your parents. I….Well, I wanted to ask their um…...permission." Harry stumbled out the words, nervousness dripping from his voice.
At this Ginny got nervous. Her heart started beating rather fast in her chest, and she jerked away from Harry with the reflexes of someone who had played seeker before.
"And, what is it that you talked to them about, or should I say 'asked them permission for,' Harry?" Ginny demanded with a bit of an edge to her voice.
Ginny was getting more nervous by the minute sitting at the edge of the swing anticipating what Harry would say next, but before Harry could even get a word out, Ginny went on a bit of a rant.
"Harry James Potter, I am not ready to get married yet. I'm not even sure I want to get married in the future. I'm only 18 years old, and I just graduated from school. I am not my mother. I refuse to get married as a teenager. I mean, I haven't even started my career yet! Hell, I don't even know what I'm going to wear tomorrow or do next week if Quidditch falls through. Marriage is the last thing on my mind, and quite frankly, I thought that you understood that," Ginny lashed out at Harry, almost hyperventilating with wide eyes and a heaving chest.
Harry was taken back by Ginny's spontaneous rant. This is not how he thought this conversation would go.
"Gin, I had no intention of asking you to marry me. We talked about it, and I know you're not there yet. Don't get me wrong, Gin, I would like nothing more than to get married, travel the world, and eventually have kids with you, but I figured we would work up to that point," Harry defensively countered back with his hands up.
Yes, Harry did want to get married one day and have a bunch of children. That was something he never had as a child growing up, and that was something he always longed for. But he was never going to push that on Ginny. He knew she wanted time to grow and experience her own life before she gave it to somebody else. Though, it was troubling to Harry that even the thought of marriage almost made her have a heart attack. Since he loved her so much, it was something that he looked passed, figuring that they would get to in a few years.
"I came to see your parents because I know Ron moved out not too long ago, and he and Hermione live together now. I know it's always few and sparse when we see each other, so I was thinking that we could move in together if it was okay with you? It's just I miss you all the time, and I barely get to see you. And I'm pretty sure that you feel the same way. Our schedules aren't very synchronize with one another, but I figured that if we live together, we could have more time with each other."
At Harry's explanation, Ginny blinked a few times before she could even think to respond. It was a big step for them, but at least it wasn't marriage. And with Harry's explanation, she scowled and crossed her arms over her chest.
"Harry James Potter, you are such a noble git. You don't have to ask my parents for permission for me to leave the house. I am a fully grown woman, and I am capable of making my own decisions," Ginny replied with her arms still cross and her nose up in the air turned away from Harry.
"But…just out of curiosity what did they say?" Ginny asked, turning her head back towards Harry with her arm still crossed. She really didn't care if her parents gave Harry a yes or a no, which they were well aware.
"Well um, they thought I was coming over to ask their permission to um…marry you. I mean all I could really get out was 'Mr. and Mrs. Weasley I want to ask your permission…' before I was enveloped into the strongest hug I think I've ever had. But once I explained to them my intentions, they were a little bit disappointed," Harry said, rubbing the back of his head and reminiscing on what had just happened an hour before with Ginny's parents.
"I guess the news just wasn't as exciting as the thought of a marriage," Harry smiled while shaking his head, remembering the dull smiles both the Weasley parents wore.
"Well I guess I really did overreact to the whole thing tonight, didn't I?" Ginny asked as she turned her head back towards Harry, dropping her arms and taking a deep breath.
"Erm, yeah you overreacted just a little bit," Harry sarcastically quipped.
"I'm sorry Harry, it's just I'm a little bit nervous about making the Harpies roster for the season, and I'm a little bit pissed and a lot of bit horny," Ginny said, biting her lip in a fashion that Harry thought was adorable.
"Do me a favor?" Ginny asked in a adorable lighthearted tone, which melted Harry's heart every time she used it.
"What's that?" Harry asked, taking her hands into his.
Ginny blushed and giggled a little bit, realizing that some of that alcohol was still in her system. "Ask me one more time, Potter, and this time I promise not to freak out or interrupt ya."
Harry was a bit taken back by this, but then smiled at her and stood up.
"Ginny Weasley, will you do me the honor of moving into my flat with me?" Harry asked in the most proper and royal tone he could muster, giving Ginny a bow with his hand over his heart.
He then stood up and opened his hands, magically revealing a key to his flat. This gesture caused Ginny to giggle and jump up and tackle him into a hug. Harry barely caught her, still tired from his mission with the ministry.
"Why yes, Mr. Potter, I would love to move in with you," Ginny said smiling widely.
"Good, now I have somebody to pay half the rent," Harry joked as he met Ginny's lips with his own.
"Now, can we finally carry on with the shagging?" Ginny pleaded as she dragged Harry, protestingly, into the Burrow.
Alright guys, I hope you all enjoy the first chapter the second one should be out in a couple of days. Please review and let me and let me know what you all think! Please remember this is a drama/Romance,So keep reading and see where it goes.