Had to break this into two parts cuz of length. Sorry for the slow updates, senior year it's crazy!!! I'll try and be better about updates.

the days before the match people had flocked to Hogwarts to see all that they had done. They Daily Prophet had even offered to do an article on Hogwarts and what it was trying to accomplish. With the promise that Rita Skeeter would not be involved the article was published expressing Hogwarts desire to live on without Voldermort and the hope for the memorial cemetery. It also went into detail about the final battle with an expose about Harry's duel; much to his embarrassment. It detailed his courage, how he had 'appeared out of nowhere to protect Mrs. Weasley after she bravely took down Voldermort's best lieutenant Bellatrix Lestrange.' And with eye-witness accounts repeated much of his argument with Voldermort. Harry blushed as he saw another paper in another hand, his cheeks coloring as he saw the look on their faces. He knew what they read was true; it didn't make it any less embarrassing.

"Would you sign this Mr. Potter?" A woman asked shoving a quill and a copy of the Daily Prophet in his face.

"I will, do you really want me to sign it though? I just did what I had to."

"That's what makes you special Mr. Potter." She responded admiration in her eyes.

Harry look down at the Prophet the words 'I was ready to die to stop you' was emblazoned across the top the words 'from hurting these people' under it in slightly smaller print. He was shocked to see his words in bold print, shocked that this much positive attention was being paid. As he bent to sign a free space on the page the woman spoke once more," Did you…did you really beat him with Expelliarmus?" she asked amazed.

Harry finished signing and smiled, "Yes I did, I guess it's my trademark."

"You are truly a magnificent wizard Mr. Potter."

"Call me Harry."

"Goodbye Harry." The woman scuttled away clutching her copy to her chest.

Harry shook his head.

"Oh, Harry cheer up that's her talisman that the bad times are over. You did it; she wants proof…" a slow smile spread across Ginny's face, "even if it's in the form of a signature."

"Why don't they ask for yours? You did a lot!" Maybe the day the Prophet does an expose on the D.A. then they'll ask." She said giggling.

"That could be arranged." Harry said taking her hand as they walked through the great hall.

"You wouldn't…"

"Of course I would…"

"Come on let's go practice," Ginny replied trying to end the conversation.

It was the Friday before the game – the game was set to be played that Saturday- and Harry and Ginny were once again practicing on the pitch with the other hopefuls. The Teams had been set up of a motley crew of old hands and current members and Harry was thrilled at the turn out. He was even more shocked at the secretive third team. They had taken the name Societas Draconis (Order of the Dragon). Apparently having the house names wasn't "suitable" and the competition of the best name had begun some days ago. His mouth visibly dropped as he watched the Societas Draconis practice. They were OLLLDDD yet they're more agile than poor Neville who had agreed to be one of their chasers. Harry shook his head as he thought of his reaction when he'd seen the list

Team Three Societas Draconis:

Neville Longbottom, Chaser

Minerva McGonagall, Chaser

Molly Weasley, Chaser

Kingsley Shacklebolt, Beater

Hestia Jones, Beater

Luna Lovegood, Keeper

Cho Chang, seeker

It was the strangest team he'd seen yet; yet their composition seemed to work for them. The adult turn out in each of the teams was astounding and Harry was stoked, it was true…everyone loved Quidditch…well everyone but Hermione.

Ginny floated over to him, her face full of light as she smiled. "Hey Harry, mom wants to know when your coming back to the Burrow to stay. You're coming back with us right?" Her question turned stern as she finished. The point had come up earlier as Mrs. Weasley was eager to get her family – which included Harry and Hermione- back together in her home.

"Of course I'm coming…I'm bunking in your room right?" He said smiling

"Ha ha, that's very funny; sure if you want to kill my mother." She said but her expression betrayed how much she'd enjoy that particular arrangement.

"Nah, I like her. How 'bout after the game when we get reconstruction truly started. Then we can correspond with the group building the memorial and plan from the burrow the other trips."

"Sounds great I'll tell her." And like that she was gone, racing off to relay her message to her mother. Mrs. Weasley was trying to remember exactly how to maneuver a broom. It was surprising, her insistence to play on the adult team; but after her display in her fight with Bellatrix no one wanted to tell Mrs. Weasley no. Harry stared down the 500ft pitch examining how everything was coming together when his thoughts were interrupted by a sound he hadn't heard in a long time.

"Test…Test…IS THIS THING WORKING?"

"Yes Lee, yes it's working!!!" McGonagall screamed to him from the pitch, her voice amplified by her wand

"Oh thanks Professor!" Lee shouted back, forgetting again the amplification.

Harry cringed; maybe there were things he wouldn't miss about this game. Laughing he flew over to greet Lee. "Ready for this Lee, this announcer box has missed you."

"Of course I'm ready, Harry I can't wait to see the first game! Think McGonagall still has it?"

"Yes McGonagall still has it!" Professor McGonagall answered for herself as she flew by deftly catching the Quaffle and tossing it to Molly. Lee's mouth fell open, and Harry once again laughed as he again flew off.

"Harry! What's our name? We can't let the adults beat us out!" Ron was desperate. He'd just heard of the change and couldn't dream of his mother's team having a better name.

"I don't know ask your team." Harry responded.

"But, what's ya'lls name?"

"I don't know I'm letting Ginny and George decide." Harry shrugged

"Oh jeez ya'll are gonna end up the Harpies or the Bogies or something."

"Better than the nameless…" Harry hinted.

Ron groaned before flying off to locate Seamus and Dean to find a name.

As Harry turned around to again practice a Quaffle literally smacked him in the side of the head.

"Ouch!" He said rubbing his ear as Ginny flew by giggling. Scoring and turning around she approached slowly.

"Oops sorry Harry kinda lost control there." She said beaming

"You accidentally bounced a Quaffle off the side of my head, back into your hands and then inadvertently got it in the goal?" He said incredulous still confused as to the need for punishment.

"Aw your hurt, I better take you to the infirmary…wait she's not here…I guess I'll have to fix you up myself." Ginny said winking before taking his hand and heading towards the ground.

"Oh you're wicked." Harry said though he didn't once object

"Ginny! Ginny, where are you to going?" Even Quidditch practice couldn't distract Mrs. Weasley's hawk like eyes.

"We gotta go mom, Harry got hit in the head with a Quaffle I'm gonna get him something for the pain so he'll be ready for tomorrow's game. We'll be back, DON'T WORRY!" Ginny's tone warned she would be a very unhappy camper if they were bothered.

Mrs. Weasley smiled a knowing smile before deciding she trusted them both, "Alright, take care Harry. Ginny, don't get into trouble." Was Molly's only warning before she once again joined the Chasers.

"Wow, your mom's really come to trust you Ginny." Harry said as he let her lead him to wherever they were going.

"Oh not at all, she doesn't trust me as far as she can throw me. It's you she trusts." Ginny laughed skipping forwards…no where near the infirmary.

They ended up back in the Gryffindor common room. With just about everyone else gone or at practice they had the room to themselves and Ginny intended to take advantage of it. After walking in she rounded on Harry, "Come here, lemme help you headache."

"I don't have a-mpmh" he was cut off by a sudden kiss from Ginny.

"Shh…" breathed Ginny. She wrapped her arms around his neck as his trailed up and down her back, resting at her hips. He looked at her questioningly and she slowly began to remove his T-shirt.

"You're right," she said, "Follow me, I've got a private room." She said leading him upstairs before rounding on him again, the door safely locked. Harry didn't ask anymore questions and suddenly they were on her bed, he ached for her, desperately. He wanted more than to discover her body with fingers and mouths and skin against skin. His eyes burned as she removed her shirt, he couldn't help but drink in the view. She was in amazing shape. It didn't show when she was in her robes but her trim stomach lead to a faint six pack and slightly narrow hips. She was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. He couldn't stare for long before his lips were again drawn to her. Emotions surged through Harry's system. Heat flooded through his veins burning him up inside.

"You're so beautiful." He whispered exploring her neck as he breathed out across her collar bone.

She shivered and his lips lightly trailed their way up her neck his hands threading through her hair. She marveled as she traced the muscles in his arms and stomach, he wasn't too built up be a certain strength exuded from his figure and showed in his abs and chest. Gripping his shoulders she levered her body until she was lying across his chest smiling glibly. She began kissing her way up his chest journeying from navel to nipple. Smiling as her ministrations elicited moans and sighs from her beloved. She couldn't help but giggle as Harry tried to stifle a moan as she nibbled on his nipple.

"My God Ginny…" he breathed. "My turn," and with that he flipped her over and began work on her bra. She stopped him, sat up and unfastened it herself; looking to him for approval as it fell away.

"My God," Harry repeated again laying her down. He mimicked her actions dipping his tongue into her belly button before trailing kisses up to her chest. Latching onto on her breasts he began licking and biting, trying to bring her up to where he had been seconds before. He smiled as she began to squirm and moan, freeing her boob he moved up to her mouth again. Kissing her slowly, gently he held her face in his hands, "I love you." He kissed her again, slowly wrapping his arms around her, leaving her breathless. They continued exploring with hands and lips; skin on skin. Unfortunately both knew now wasn't the time. They had a feeling that Ginny's dorm room wasn't the place – and most importantly they didn't have a condom. Or four. So they lay there together whispering, slowly pulling their clothes on trying to suppress their mutual desire.

"It's probably time to make an appearance, especially for mother's sake; it's almost dinner time."

"Wow it is!" Harry was slightly embarrassed by his lame answer but his head was still spinning. "I'm sorry, my head's still….I mean, I've never…just give me a minute."

Ginny giggled, "Am I that amazing?" rolling over to look him in the eyes.

Composing himself Harry answered, "You are." He stared into her blue eyes struck by the depth of emotion in them.

They entered the Great Hall hand in hand before locating Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, Ron, Hermione and they others.

"Hermione, did you get any good pictures?" Ginny asked pleasantly as they sat down.

"Yeah, I got a great one of Ginny hitting Harry in the head with a Quaffle, and one of Ron making this amazing catch. I also got one of McGonagall chasing down Dean; the woman's got some go."

The rest of her pictures went unnoticed as both Ron and Mr. Weasley exclaimed, "Ginny hit Harry in the head with a Quaffle?!"

"Oh Arthur be reasonable, it was an accident, they're all a little rusty." Mrs. Weasley interjected in a most un-Molly like way giving her daughter a smile.

"Nice shot sis."

"Thanks Ron I appreciate it." Harry deadpanned.

"No Problem mate!" Ron answered digging into his food again with gusto.

And with that they took Ron's lead and dug in, all of them starving from their workout.

Sorry for the abrupt ending, but this is all I have so far and I really wanted to something up. Part two will come soon!!

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