A/N: Well, I finally decided to name all the chapters as you can see. They're also divided into parts, which you'll see later. Anyways, here's my favorite chapter yet :)
Ginny was nervous. She was sitting in the player's box, the largest box in the stands; it seated a hundred people. And soon a dozen of that hundred would be made up of her family. She had tossed the sign reserving her seat in Sky's name, grateful to have beaten her family there.
"Ginerva Weasley, we have been sick with worry! We had no idea where you even were. All we get from Ron and Hermione is that you separated from them the moment you landed in London. Now where have you been?"
"Hullo to you too, Mum." Ginny took off her sunglasses; she had taken to collecting them like Sky.
She stood up, hugging each member of her family, ignoring her mother's continued rant about keeping in better touch with the family. Ron surprised her by appearing at Hermione's side. "I'm staying here the first half. Then I have to go and sit with team on the sidelines." She hugged her brother before directing her attention at her mother.
"Relax, Mum, I'm fine."
"Yes, obviously." Suddenly her mother took to examining Ginny, head to toe. "These are all new." She commented.
"What?"
"Your clothes, they're all brand-new."
"Oh, yeah, I did a lot of shopping in America."
"Really…" Her mother seemed suspicious, and she had a right to be. Ginny didn't want to think about what her mother would say if she told her how much her jeans and shirt had cost. As for the new coat, sunglasses and high-heeled boots, she would take those receipts to the grave.
"So, how was America, Ginny?" Bill was sitting next to her, his daughters on his other side.
"Wonderful, I love all of the people there, they're so friendly."
"That's good. Now, would care to tell us where you've been, and don't say your flat because we know that's not true?" He asked firmly.
Ginny opened her mouth, ready to fire off a comment about her privacy when Fleur appeared, kissing her daughters and finally Bill.
"Sorry, ze line for ze ladies zroom was t'errible!" Suddenly her eyes grew wide and she grabbed Ginny's foot, examining her brown leather boots. "Where did you get zem?" She shrieked. "Bill, zese are the boots I 'ave ben telling you about!"
Bill's face seemed to pale. "You aren't talking about those muggle ones that cost three hundred pounds, are you?"
"But of course." His wife replied, nodding.
"WHAT?" Ron burst out. "HE SPENT THREE HUNDRED POUNDS ON A PAIR OF HIGH-HEELED, BROWN LEATHER BOOTS THAT LOOK LIKE YOU COULD BREAK YOUR FOOT IN THEM!"
"Ronald!" Hermione hushed her boyfriend.
"HE?" Molly Weasley's eyes were wide and shocked.
Thankfully, Ginny was saved.
"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. I am Roger Kipling and will be providing the commentary on this wonderful practice game, England against Ireland, a friendly competition between us."
He announced the Irish, who released their leprechaun as always, allowing their gold coins to rain down in the stands.
"And now, it gives me great pleasure to introduce the 2002 line-up for England!" The stands erupted in wild cheers. "Keeper, Elric Marks!" A man flew out, doing handstands on his broom and shaking his fist in the air, getting the crowd excited. "Beaters, Phin Carter and John Libramen!" This time Ginny watched as two men with Beater bats flew out, anxious looks on their faces. "Chasers, Laura Hill! Henry Chapmen! And Introducing Jack Wilkins!" Two people flew out, followed by Jack, who seemed to have the most energy. He flew around the stands, spinning and dangling upside down.
"And, the new pride of the team, playing Seeker, Sky!"
Every person in the stadium shot up, screaming and cheering as Sky flew out, going faster than anyone else had. He pulled up and then shot into a Wronksi Feint. Ginny grinned; she knew what he was doing. He sailed upwards, going into his loop and dangling upside. Then he let go, flying to the ground. People in the crowds screamed, thinking he had fallen, until they saw him begin to do his flips and was shouting in joy. He landed on his broom perfectly.
"Sky!" Everybody was cheering for him. He had on a bright red bandana and his regular tinted goggles.
Ginny smiled, clapping her hands as the game begun.
***
"That was fantastic."
They were all walking down to Locker rooms, where they were meeting Ron, and in Ginny's case, Sky. England had won, of course, thanks to Sky's catch. Reporters were surrounding the entrance, not paying much attention to the reserve players, such as Ron who emerged unscathed.
"He's on his way out. I told him you'd wait." He told her, having to shout a bit over the noise of the photographers and reporters.
"Who?" Molly asked her two children, but they ignored her. Suddenly the reporters grew especially loud. Sky walked out in jeans and a white button-up shirt with the sleeves rolled up. He had the same bandana on, and a pair of white sunglasses covered his eyes.
"Sky!"
"Sky!"
"Sky, how does it feel to be the biggest player in the league, thanks to that wonderful win of 800 to 620?" He ignored the flashes and searched the crowd. Ginny abandoned her family and forced her way through the crowd, holding her purse close.
Sky saw her, grabbing her and pulling her as close as possible, which only got the photographers more excited as they recognized Ginny.
"Miss Weasley!"
"Ginny!"
"Are you and Sky dating?"
"How long has your relationship been going on?"
Sky smiled down at her, both of them hiding behind their sunglasses as he fought through the crowd, leaving behind a mass of yelling reporters and a very stunned Weasley family.
"That was insane." Ginny sighed, relaxing in the passenger seat. They had made it to the car without too many problems, easily shaking the photographers with the help of the parking garage's guards.
Harry pulled out of the parking lot, laughing. "Sweetie, did you happen to see your family's faces when I pulled you through the crowd?"
"No." She answered apprehensively. "Was it that bad?"
"I've never seen your mum's jaw fall so close to the ground like that." He told her, focusing on the dark road.
"Wonderful. During a time-out she made me promise to dinner tomorrow night."
"I don't have to go, do I?" He asked, frowning slightly.
"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."
"Yes, and it will probably all over witch Weekly and their radio show, which happens to mum's new favorite thing in life. She has it constantly playing."
"I'm sorry, baby." He rubbed her hand, still keeping his eyes on the road.
"It's not your fault. It's their's."
"That is true."
They parked the car in the garage that sat beside the garden, which was brightly lit, much to Ginny's surprise. She got out of the car, looking at the giant garden that was made up of thousands of beautiful plants and flowers, and thankfully, none of them willingly moved.
"Why is the garden lit up like that?" She asked Harry, who had taken off his bandana and sunglasses.
He shrugged. "Haykee?"
"Maybe."
He took her hand and they walked through the garden, which seemed twice as beautiful with the hundreds of small candles that were placed along the stone path that ran throughout the maze of flowers.
"How big is this place?"
"You've been here more than me." Harry laughed, pulling her close. "But, Dobson has apparently measured it six times a year every year since he was placed in charge of it. He says it's over eight hundred feet long and seven hundred feet wide." He whispered in her ear as they walked along the path, listening to the sounds coming from the fountains in the garden.
"This is so beautiful." She muttered, taking it in.
Suddenly they were standing at a dead-end. There was a small opening where a wooden bench sat, dividing it from the plants. A small pond, no bigger than a bathtub held several, glorious colored fish. Tucked beside it was a wide blanket spread out on the ground, and an ice bucket sat on the bench, holding two glasses and a bottle of champagne.
"I wonder how this got here." Harry whispered in her ear.
She turned to look at him; he had a wide grin on his face. He pulled her down as he sat on the blanket, and he opened the champagne, pouring each of them a glass.
"This is wonderful."
Once they had finished their drinks, they laid out on the blanket, watching the stars. Harry placed a kiss on her head. "I love you."
"I love you too." She tilted her head, kissing him fully on the lips.
He deepened it, smiling. She smiled back into the kiss and rolled over on top of him. He broke away, laughing.
"What?" She smacked him playfully on the shoulder.
"I can't breathe when you do that to me." He had a goofy grin on his face.
"Do what?"
"When you kiss me. Or even just by looking at me, and when you touch me, I can feel my heart stop." He now had a serious expression on his face. "My head spins every time your lips touch mine, and I don't ever want you to stop."
He reached his hand up, touching her face. With his thumb he wiped away the small tear that fell out of the corner of her eye. "Hey now, no crying." He laughed softly.
"I keep thinking that the last three weeks have been just a dream."
"Why is that?"
"Because there were so many times when I would lay awake in my bed at Hogwarts in my fifth year, not wanting to fall asleep, because I was worried it had been a dream and that by going to sleep, when I would wake up, it really would've been a dream. Those six weeks were the best of my life. But now the last three are beginning to rival it." She let out a water laugh.
"Harry James Potter, I love you so much." She whispered, laughing. She bent down and kissed him again.
Once they broke apart, he ran his hands through her hair. "Hey look." He moved out from under her, standing up. They looked up and saw hundreds of shooting stars sailing across the night sky, among the crescent moon and millions of other bright dots that covered the sky.
"Wow, look at them all!" She stood closer to the pond, hoping for an even better view.
"Beautiful."
"I know. They really are."
"I meant you."
She smiled, then turned and felt her breath freeze. She looked down where under the blanket of shooting stars Harry was down on one knee, with a shining diamond ring in his hand.
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