"Hey."

"Hey, shh, go back to sleep."

Harry pulled off his shoes and jeans, crawling into bed. He kissed Ginny softly before laying down, wrapping his arms around her.

"Think they'll ever stop keeping you so late?"

"Yeah, when season starts because they are constantly yelling about getting plenty of sleep."

"You've been here less than a week and not once have you been home before midnight."

"I know, and I'm sorry if it's bothering your sleep. I could sleep in one of the other bedrooms."

"Prat." She muttered, sleep most likely coming to her.

"I take that as a no."

"Yes." She answered into the pillow.

"Well, I have tomorrow morning off. I don't have to go in until noon."

"Good." She rolled over to look at him, apparently suddenly awake.

"That was a change."

"What?" She asked, smiling.

"You're awake now."

"Well, I just found out that I won't be woken up in a few hours."

"Oh, really?"

"Yes, that means we can sleep later."

"And do what now?" Harry asked suggestively.

"I do not know. Whatever will we possibly do?" She laughed before leaning into him and kissing him in the darkness.

***

"So you have a practice game tomorrow?"

"Yeah, it's their way of making more money and getting people interested in the new line-up."

"That will be a nice change of pace, from shopping and exploring."

Harry laughed. "Yes, I'm sure it will be. So how do you like the Manor so far?"

"Well, I'm loving the football field, very muggle. The Quidditch pitch, that's a yes, of course. The second floor of fifteen massive bedrooms, well we can have Christmas here and everyone get a bed. The gym and music studio on the third floor, well that's for you. Hermione will be pleased to see the lovely living quarters for the house elves."

"Oh, she's not finding out about them for a long time." Harry said.

"Yes, SPEW. Well, at least you have ten and only two show themselves." Ginny pointed out.

"True, but still." He shrugged, pouring himself some coffee.

They were sitting in the kitchen at the manor, Harry getting ready for practice and Ginny simply hanging around.

"And the first floor is just beautiful. This huge Great Room opened up to this giant kitchen. It's bigger than at least three Burrows."

"And don't forget the study and library."

"Or the garage. Those cars will make dad flip. How many do you have?"

"Last count, fifteen."

"Last count?"

"The House elves add to the collection sometimes." Harry shrugged.

"Wow, they're certainly comfortable with their jobs."

"That's for sure. All right, I have to get going. Tomorrow is the game and I will see you afterwards."

"And in the stands!" She grinned, kissing him.

"Of course. I love you."

"Love you too."

Ginny sighed as she heard the door close behind him. Putting her head on the table she groaned. "I need a job."

"Miss Ginny! Miss Ginny!"

A small House Elf appeared at Ginny's side, jumping up and down frantically.

"Yes, Haykee?"

"Spoodle and Clyde would like to know if you is needing the Master Suit cleaned again."

"Tell them not to worry. It's clean enough as it is."

"Yes, Miss Ginny, Haykee will tell them." With that the elf disappeared.

Ginny got up and walked up the large grand staircase. The entryway was one of her favorite places in the house, just because of how beautiful it was. It had elegant marble floors and large grand staircases wrapped around both sides, meeting on the landing of the second floor.

She walked through the long hallway, the soft carpet warm beneath her feet. At the end of the hall, a pair of white double doors stood. She opened them, revealing the Master suite, her and Harry's bedroom. The walls were all a soft white, the crown molding matching it, only a shade lighter. The floors were all a dark wood, a soft white carpet beneath the bed, covering the center of the room. The sheets were white, as were the pillows and comforter. A large chandelier hung in the center, above the foot of the bed. There were a few large dressers, all white and a couch at the foot of the bed.

The bathroom was huge, with a shower that could fit at least ten people, and the bath fit both Harry and Ginny at once quite nicely.

She sighed, walking to the closet, a place they had filled with all of their magnificent clothes and shoes. The closet at Harry's house in America couldn't fit all of their clothes, and now they had room to spare, at least for now.

Pulling on her jeans, a familiar owl flew into the closet.

"Hansel? I must've left the window open."

She took the letter from the bird's beak, reading it:

Ginny,

We have not seen or even heard so much as a word from you. Where have you been? Bill and George have stopped by at your flat at least three times this week and you haven't been there. Ron seems to be unconcerned by it all which means he clearly knows something. He told us that you will be at the game on Saturday, and I would like to let you know that the whole family will be there. You can't hide from us forever.

See you then, Mum.

Ginny sighed, dropping the letter. She pulled off her shirt, scanning the racks for a fresh one. Pulling one over her head, she sat down on the couch at the foot of the bed, where Orion was perched, sleeping soundly.

"Well, looks like they're going to meet Sky soon."

***

Harry dropped his keys on the long table in the entryway. Orion ran up to him, licking his hands. Harry pet the animal, walking into the kitchen, where Ginny was sitting.

"Hello." He said, kissing her on the cheek.

"Hi, guess what?"

"What?" He searched the fridge, finding a bottle of water.

"My entire family's going to be at the game tomorrow."

"Well, that will be interesting."

"Yes, especially since I'll be sitting in Sky's seats!" she whined.

"I forgot about that."

"Yeah, there's going to be a big sign that has your name on it."

"Well, take the sign down before they get there."

"We better hope that they're late."

Harry bit down on his bottom lip, giving her an odd look.

"There's no hope is there?"

He shook his head silently.

"The media's going to be a zoo too." Ginny told him.

"What?"

"I was listening to the wireless earlier, and apparently that press conference caught their attention. Everybody's dying to see the talented new American and the mysterious man named Sky."

"Gods, this will be wonderful."

"Of course." Ginny smiled.

***

"Ginny better be there, Ronald, I have been waiting a long time to see my only daughter."

Molly Weasley was rushing about the kitchen at The Burrow. The entire family, minus Charlie, was there for the match later.

"Mum, she's not going to miss it, trust me." Ron sighed, finishing his dinner.

"I don't even think she's living at her flat anymore. Her neighbor says they've only seen her once in the last few weeks and she left with a large box of stuff." Bill said, handing his mother his empty dish.

"Let's not talk about anymore. Besides it's Ron's first pro match." Hermione smiled at her boyfriend.

"I'm not even playing right now, Hermione. I'm just a reserve, remember? Blaine's retiring at the end of the season. It's just a pre-season practice game anyways. They just want the media to get a piece of Jack and Sky." Ron told her.

"Yeah, I hear that Sky is an amazing Seeker." Bill said.

"He is." Ron answered. "Best flyer I've ever seen. England's going to dominate the league this year. We might make it to the World Cup even."

"We should leave now." Fleur had a kid on both arms and was pointing to the clock. "Et would be 'orrible if we were late."

Bill nodded, taking his daughter from his wife. They all lined up by the fireplace and Mr. Weasley passed the powder around, then they all flooed to the stadium, unaware of what was to come.

A/N: Uh oh! :o

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"No, but I will need a story as to explain our relationship. And defend me spending your money."

"How do they know I spend money on you?" He turned to look at her for a moment, shocked.

"Fleur can spot designer high-heeled leather boots anywhere." She enunciated ever word, before sighing.

"Wow."