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"Listen, the whole team's going out tonight as you heard. You should really come along and get to know the team. It's really important that you get their approval. Especially Sky's." Jack told them.

"I don't think I'll be getting it." Ron muttered.

They were walking back to the main building and Jack was filling them in on anything else they needed to know.

"You won't if you don't try. Anyways, that's the grand tour." He smiled.

"How long has Sky been in the program?" Ginny asked.

"Few years. Just getting into the program doesn't guarantee you a spot on the team. It's called the World Quidditch League Training Camp for a reason. We have about seven hundred of the world's greatest players competing for spots on their country's team. But for Sky's case it's 'cause he's an idiot." He laughed.

"What teams?" It was Hermione this time firing off a question.

"Italy, France, Ireland, England and America, of course."

"This place is amazing, Ron, you have to accept the offer." Hermione looked at him.

"I think I already have." He told her, smiling.

"I'm glad, Weasley. Come along tonight. Nine o'clock at the Rhine Lounge. Your driver will know where it is." Jack shook their hands once again before walking back towards his pitch.

"I need to get back to our room and get ready." Ginny told Ron pointedly, who groaned, sending both girls into fits of laughter.

***

Ginny shoveled in the last bite of the cheeseburger Ron had brought her for dinner. She sighed in delight as she swallowed.

"I think I might move here with you, Ron." Ginny grinned.

"No." He stated plainly, making her laugh.

"I'm going to start getting ready." She announced, standing up.

"It's only six o'clock." Ron told her, looking at his watch.

"Exactly. I've already wasted time." She called over her shoulder as she entered her room, closing the door behind her.

She opened the closet that she had stuffed with clothes the moment she got into the room last night. She wanted to be casual, yet still look nice.

"Maybe I should wear my new jacket?" She asked herself, flipping through the rack.

She settled on wearing her low-rise jeans and her new white jacket that was very casual, so she decided to dress it up more with her top.

"Need any help, Ginny?" Hermione poked her head in her room.

"I've settled on the jeans and the jacket." Ginny sighed, pointing at the clothes on her bed.

Hermione laughed. "It took you an hour to decide on that?"

"Shut up."

"Okay, it's defiantly a casual night and you're good on casual with the jeans and jacket. Just wear something simple, like a nicer blouse, you know? Or even a tank top if you're feeling bold?"

"I know!" Ginny reached into the closet and pulled out a brown top that matched nicely with her eyes.

"Perfect." Hermione nodded, smiling.

"When did we become such fashion divas like Lavender and Pavarti?" Ginny asked, grinning.

"When we actually started to care about our looks instead of the war."

"That's great. Tom was the reason we didn't enjoy being girly. How wonderful." Ginny rolled her eyes.

"Hurry up; knowing you it'll take you hours to do your hair and make-up, with or without magic."

"True." Ginny nodded, going into the bathroom to straighten her hair and put on her make-up, as Hermione left.

***

Sure enough, the driver knew exactly where the Rhine Lounge was. Ginny had actually been on time, as was Hermione, which wasn't very shocking for her. Ginny thought Ron had done a very good job dressing for the occasion with his jeans and long-sleeved shirt, though she had a hunch that it was thanks to Hermione.

"Here we are, Mr. Weasley. The Rhine Lounge." The driver told them.

"Thank you."

They stepped out of the car and found that there was a long line to get in. "Why don't you ask if there's a list or something?" Ginny said, shoving her brother forward to the bouncer.

"Er, Weasley?"

The bouncer was a large burly man with a headset on his bald head and a clipboard in his hand. He glanced down, flipping the page on the clipboard and nodded, allowing them entrance.

"Told you." Ginny grinned.

"Thanks." He muttered as they entered the bar.

Another hostess was standing at a podium by the door. She was tall and wearing a slinky black dress that made Ginny feel underdressed.

"Are you meeting anyone?" She asked.

"Um, Jack Wilkins?"

"Oh, the soccer team." The hostess nodded, leading them away.

"Soccer?" Ron asked Hermione.

"Muggle football." She laughed.

She led them to a room in the back of the club, where about forty or so players were gathered with other guests and women they had most likely picked up on their way there. Sure enough, in the corner Jack was sitting, talking to Sky. Ginny couldn't help but smile when Sky looked her way. He was in jeans and plaid button-up shirt that matched his black and white bandana and his eyes were hidden behind a pair of dark aviators.

"Weasley." Sky raised his glass to Ron who kept a firm grip on Hermione's hand as he approached them. Jack stood up, giving Hermione a brief one-armed hug that she returned with a swift kiss on the cheek and he did the same with Ginny before shaking Ron's hand.

"Come here, Ron, I want you to meet some of the guys." Jack said.

"I don't want Ginny to get bored." Ron told him.

"Sky'll keep her company. Come on." With that he led Ron and Hermione into the crowd before Ginny or Sky could get a word in.

"He's trying to set us up." Sky told her, taking a sip of his drink.

Ginny sat down beside him and leaned in to hear him better over the loud music. "Why?"

"He thinks I need a woman in my life. " He laughed.

"And do you?"

"I don't need one. I'm a heartbreaker."

"Oh, really?"

"Yes, I've broken the heart of every woman in the world."

"You haven't broken mine yet."

"That's what you think."

Ginny looked at her reflection in his sunglasses, trying to see through herself to see him. He was being serious. Then she saw through herself. And Ginny nearly cried out in shock, but she composed herself before he even noticed.

"So why do you think you've broken my heart before?"

"Because I have."

"Oh, well you'll have to fill me in on the details."

"It was my fault."

"Of course it would be. You're a heartbreaker."

"Exactly."

"So what would you say if I said I wanted to leave here? With you."

His mouth opened for a second, but he closed it quickly, a slight smirk forming on his face. "I'd say you're not that bold."

"Oh, that's right! You've broken my heart, so you know me better than I know myself."

"Exactly."

"And what would you say if I said that I don't care about the past right now? That my only concern was tonight?"

"I wouldn't believe you. You're too innocent for that."

"Innocence was taken from me years ago."

"No, it wasn't. It's there, in your eyes. That fire in them." He reached out and lifted her chin up.

"So you think you know me? Well, I know you too."

"Really?"

"Really. You're noble. You'd never do anything with me because you're too much of a gentlemen for that."

"Am I now?"

"Yes. You're also too concerned with the rest of the world to care for your own self."

"Now, you're wrong about that."

"Just like you were wrong about my innocence?"

"Perhaps."

"So what do you say?"

"What?"

"Where am I going tonight?"

He opened and closed his mouth again before cracking a slight grin.

"I know."

"So can you tell me then?"

"You're going to bed."

"Alone?"

The corners of his mouth twitched. "Depends on what you want."

"I hate being alone."

He stood up, offering her his hand. She took it, smiling.

"Are you still sure about this?"

"If I wasn't, I wouldn't be here with you still."

They left the private room and stepped outside the bar, where Ginny found that the long line was still waiting outside. Sky led her down the street, where a slick, black sports car was parked by the sidewalk. He opened the door for her and then slid into the driver's seat.

"You have another chance." He told her as he started the engine.

"I have the same answer."

He smiled and pulled out of the parking spot. The car ride was silent, except for the hum of the engine and the sounds of passing cars.

Soon the traffic thinned out entirely and they were in a quiet part of town where the only signs of life were the few lit up windows and the occasional stray cat mewing in an alley. He parked outside a small townhouse.

"This where you live?"

"Yep." He told her, helping her out of the car.

It was dark and Ginny could barely see; she had no idea how Sky could with his sunglasses. They walked to the front door.

"I have a dog, but he probably won't make an appearance." He was nearly whispering as he told her this while he opened the door.

"Thanks for the warning. So…" They stepped inside the dark house and Ginny pulled her shoes off, as did Sky.

"Upstairs, second door on the left." He whispered with a hint of laughter, as though he had read her mind. "Won't your brother be worried?"

"What do you think?"

They were an inch away from each other, but they couldn't see in the darkness of the house. Ginny reached up and slowly unbuttoned his shirt. She was surprised by how calm she was and how relaxed she felt, especially considering what she about to do.

Sky gently pulled her jacket off and tossed it aside, to where Ginny couldn't tell and she really couldn't care at the moment.

She delicately took off his sunglasses and bandana, still unable to see him. He undid her belt and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her even closer.

"Last chance." He whispered in the darkness.

She laughed softly before kissing him, gently and sweetly. He deepened the kiss and picked her up, carrying her up the stairs.