Unorthodox

Chapter 8

Witch Daily

BREAKING NEWS

Weasley walks out

Ginny Weasley was seen storming towards a floo connected fireplace to leave the mansion where she and five other women have been competing to win the heart of Harry Potter.

According to an eye witness to the night events, the night's dinner had special guests that included ex-boyfriends of each of the remaining for girls. After being caught kissing her ex Joshua Bryant, Miss Weasley was heard arguing not only with him but also with Sirius Black and Harry Potter himself.

Miss Weasley was then seen storming out of Potter's private room to her own room to pack her thing prior to departing.

Has Miss Weasley broken the heart of the 'Chosen One' or has she been kicked out due to her unruly behavior?

Witch Daily

Potter gives girls the boot

Just hours after Ginny Weasley stormed out of a castle and Harry Potter's life, the rest of the women staying there were also seen leaving.

According to an inside source, Potter apologized to the girls for wasting their time and called then entire event a mistake.

Could Miss Weasley have broken The Chosen one's heart with her back handed actions?

She hasn't been seen since she left the castle on the Isle of Wright but when Joshua Bryant was seen in Diagon Alley earlier today he was quoted as saying that he and Miss Weasley are working on their relationship.

Witch Daily – Letters to the editor

Ginny Weasley should be ashamed for what she has done to poor Harry Potter.

The young man saved all of us from the Dark Lord and just when he thinks he has found his girl she runs away from him.

The silly girl should be grateful that she was invited to Mr. Potter's dating experience and be considered among some of Britain's most eligible bachelorettes.

While she was once a strong role model for young girls as one of the best players in her league, can little girls still look up to a young woman who carelessly breaks hearts?

I think not.

Sincerely,

Belinda Jenson, Stratford-upon-Avon

Dear Miss Weasley,

We at the Harpies would like you to attend a hearing to review your current involvement in the press. While this hearing is not intended to result in a sanction of any sort, a sanction will be handed down to you if the managing board finds you at fault for causing the negative press currently being published about yourself and the Holyhead Harpies.

The hearing will be held on November 2 at 2 p.m. in the Holyhead main offices.

Sincerely,

Gregory McGivens

Ginny,

I've seen the press and I've heard through the grapevine that management is bringing you in for a hearing. Myself and the girls just want you to know that we are on your side. After last season we all know you would never take that fool, Josh, back. We also know that you more than likely did win the heart of Potter. And we are proud of you since that was certainly something your twelve year old self always wanted to do. If the reason you stormed out was because Potter believed the things with Josh, then he is a prat for letting you go.

We also know that while strong on the Pitch you tend to blame yourself and we want to make sure that isn't what you plan on doing this time. Expect to see all of us at hearing and plan to go out for celebratory drinks after.

Much love,

Gwen and the girls

Ginny Darling,

Please stop by the Burrow soon. You haven't been answering your floo and you have me worried. Have you seen what the press has been publishing about you? You really need to find a way to stop it before they completely drag your reputation through the mud.

Also, Joshua stopped by yesterday asking for you. He obviously doesn't know about your house in Wales and I didn't tell him after your father's urging.

I miss seeing my happy girl, please come to dinner tonight. A few of your brothers are coming by as well.

Love,

Mum

Four days after leaving the castle and Harry behind, I found myself sitting in my kitchen with Hermione sitting across from me. She had her signature worried face that she typically wore before exams when we were in school but this time it wasn't an exam that had her worrying, it was me.

"Ginny, The press is being ridiculous and you need Harry, or even Tonks, to help you set this right, at least with your team's management," she said.

"Really this is their own making. They nearly begged me to go," I said. "They should have been willing to accept that it may not end well. "

"But it isn't the end, is it?" She asked. "Your last letter before you left seemed so happy. You said he was ready to pick you and then suddenly, here you are, back home with the press claiming you broke his heart. Which I'm not even certain how they can confirm since he hasn't been seen since he sent the rest of the girls home the next day."

"I know you; I know you have feelings for him. You need to talk to him, sort this out." Hermione continued. "You can't expect him to show up at your door…"

My doorbell rang.

It rarely ever rings. While I live in a corner of the small town that isn't all magical, most of my visitors prefer to arrive by floo or pop into the back yard. Usually when my doorbell rings it means a muggle somehow found their way to my house. Maybe they would be selling biscuits, because I could really go for a few biscuits.

As I walked towards the door I glanced out the window and noticed a fairly nice car parked along the street. So more than likely it wouldn't be a little kid selling biscuits. Maybe I could convince Hermione to walk to the corner shop with me to get some. Or I could make some, but that seemed like too much effort.

I took a quick glance at myself seconds before I opened the door to make sure I didn't look completely awful. Since I had spent the past few days inside, I hadn't bothered to worry about my appearance too much. I had on old jeans and a Harpies t-shirt. My hair, unwashed, was pulled into a sloppy bun. I didn't look as bad as I could and so if by some chance a reporter was waiting outside, the picture shouldn't get me into much more trouble. At least I'd be supporting my team.

With a deep breath I opened the door and my eyes were met with the back of a messy raven haired man. There is only one person I know with that hair.

"Harry," I breathed out. I really hope how I said it couldn't be described as breathless.

He turned as he heard the door and then his names. He was wearing an uncertain smile as his eyes met mine.

"Mind if I come in?" He asked.

"Yes." I said without much thought. "Unless you are here to apologize. But even then I'm not certain I should let you in."

"Ginny, please."

"Why Harry, why should I give you a chance when you wouldn't give me one?" I asked crossing my arms across my chest. I wanted to forget the whole situation and just go back a few days before the dinner and this whole mess, but I couldn't.

"I heard about the Harpies." He said pulling my attention back to him. "They asked me to not file a formal complaint against you and said that they'd prefer to handle any displeasure on my part privately."

"So I can thank you for my upcoming hearing than." I replied. "That really won't help you get through the door."

"No!" he replied almost shouting. "I've told them that they don't need to do anything. I've even insisted. When is it? I'll go personally and make sure this goes away for you. It's my fault really."

"You hate using your name to get your way, why would you do it this time? Thanks Harry, but I think I can handle myself." I replied. "Now I have things to take care and a new career to find, so if you're done, I'm closing the door now."

"Please," He said moving so his foot blocked me from slamming the door shut. "Please can we just go somewhere, neutral territory, and talk?"

"I don't know what we have to talk about. Move your foot before I hex it." I said as I successfully shut the door this time.

"Did I just hear you threaten to hex Harry Potter?" Hermione asked as I walked back into the kitchen.

"Can we not talk about this right now?" I replied as I tried to hold back the unreasonable tears in my eyes. "I have to figure out how to save my career and have dinner with mum and the family tonight, I don't want to add thinking about what just happened to the list."

"He obviously cares and so do you so I don't know why you are being so difficult about this." Hermione said. From the tone of her voice I could tell she was gearing up for a lecture, and I didn't want to hear it.

"Would you mind just giving me some time, alone? I'll see you at dinner tonight." I turned and walked towards my room without turning to see if she left but the soft pop I heard moments later told me she had.

The morning of the hearing found me staring at my ceiling, the same position I had been in since I had come home from the Burrow the night before. I slowly moved through my routine of getting ready and dressed in the only set of formal robes I owned.

They were a dark forest green color my mother had picked out for me when I had left school. She had insisted that every witch needed one good set of formal robes. Luckily I had avoided wearing them until now. While the Harpies were typically a modern group of witches, their hearing had changed very little in the past few centuries and I knew the robes were not only expected but required.

After securing my hair in a tight bun for the fifth time, I apparated into the main hall of the Harpy office.

I wasn't shocked to see Gwen and the rest of the girls on the starting and second string teams, nor was I surprised to see Hermione sitting beside my brother Ron. I wasn't even surprised that their attention wasn't on my appearance but instead on something behind me.

When I turned, I shouldn't have been surprised to meet a set of bright green eyes.

"Why are you here, Harry?" I asked softly, hoping the rest of the room wouldn't pay attention to our exchange. I also noticed we were now standing mere inches apart.

"I told you I want to make this right." He replied glancing down at his official looking robes. I noticed him pull at his collar as he glanced at me nervously.

"You look more comfortable in muggle clothing." I said before I could stop myself.

He glanced back up and met my eyes before giving me a hopeful smile.

"Please, just at least let me make this right and then after this is over you can decide if you never want to see me again." He said.

My resolve was crumpling and I knew it wouldn't be long before I would forgive him. Just being near him made me want to forgive him. Why was I putting up such a fight? So he wouldn't think I was a push over and would forgive him every time we fought? As the last question came to me I realized that I wanted this, not the fighting, but having Harry in my life as a support.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. My resolve would slip away in moments if I kept looking at him. I made a deal with myself, if things turned out well, with or without Harry's help I would give him a chance. If they didn't, than I wouldn't forgive him.

"Fine, you can help." I said without opening my eyes. I felt him take my hand and give it a gentle squeeze before moving closer to me.

"Thank you." He said. "You've made your point and I won't fight your battles after this and I'll try to keep my temper in check in the future." He whispered in my ear. I could feel his chest lightly against my arm and his breath on my neck. I was happy in that moment that I wasn't facing my team and brother.

"I won't ever speak to you again if this ruins my career." I said opening my eyes but keeping a hold on his hand. I still couldn't look him in the eye and I think he knew that. It was why he was now at my side instead of in front of me. How could he already know that just looking at his eyes could make me go weak.

"Then let's make this go away." He said as I felt a quick kiss on my robe clad shoulder.

We were pulled from out moment as the main doors, leading into the office, opened.

"Ginny Weasley, we're ready for you now." Helga, the secretary for the Harpies said from the door. I turned to look at her and saw concern in her eyes for a second before a look of awe passed over her face as she recognized Harry. "You… you can follow me in."

I took a deep breath before walking toward her. I smiled at my teammates as I passed by them and noticed Hermione and Ron give me a thumbs up from where they sat. It wasn't until I heard the door snap closed behind me that I realized that I still had Harry's hand held tightly in my own.

A/n: Sorry for the long delay. Life has been busy and while I don't have school any more, I do have a job and writing (for pay!) to keep me busy. Which brings me to something else, did I ever add a disclaimer? Because I don't own anything and just keep this as a reminder. That being addressed, I'm also wondering if they see cookies door to door in England? I lived in a dorm when I was there so I really have no idea, but even though girl scouts rarely come to my door, I still hope for things like that when the door rings. Only one more chapter left and it, like the end of this is pure fluff… once its written. I'm a little stumped on how to finish this to be honest and I refuse to leave it here. So expect the final chapter in a week or two. I've also started toying with the idea of another story, but it's a bit huge and scary and complex right now, so we'll see how that goes. In the mean time I may toss a few one shots out there just for fun.