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Sweep Her off Her Feet

Harry sat next to Kingsley in the morning briefing listening to Harvey Braban, head of the Auror department. Normally Kingsley didn't sit in on the Auror briefing, as minister he had other things to do, but there had been some trouble in Spain with some English bloke who wanted to be the next dark lord.

"Harry, I am going to need you to go there and track Carrnon for a week." Braban told him. "Once we know his habits, we should be able to set a trap for him."

"So I am just supposed to watch him, not capture him?"

"Yes, and because I know that you are more of an action type of guy, I am going to be sending Miles with you to make sure you just track him."

"Yes Sir. When do we leave?"

"Tomorrow, Romilda will have all of your trip information. Okay, I think that covers everything. Anything else, Minister?" Kingsley shook his head. "Alright than, good luck boys." Kinsley smiled as Braban ended the meeting. When everyone else left, Kingsley hung back to talk with Harry.

"You're not happy about this?" He asked Harry once the room cleared.

"Not really, I don't like observing and you know that." Harry sipped from his water bottle. He was comfortable with the Minister, but he didn't want to show him any disrespect.

"I didn't mean what you had to do in Spain. I meant leaving the girl you have been shagging for the last two months."

Harry gagged on his water. "How do you know about that?"

"I am the Minister of Magic." Kingsley replied dignified. "There is nothing that I don't know."

Harry paled. "Do you know who the girl is?"

Kingsley grinned at him. "I do, and I must say, you choose well, Potter. Ms. Weasley is a beautiful creature." He enjoyed watching Harry's mouth fall open. Teasing his young Auror was one of his favorite past times.

"How?" was all Harry could choke out. They had been so careful over the past months. He didn't believe that anyone would guess they were both keeping a secret; let alone what that secret had been.

"Oh well, I know that you put up all those wards around your flat and on your floo. But being minister, I am allowed to go around the floo restrictions. I needed to speak with you one night a while ago and went around the wards. I saw you two on the couch. I knew you had found a girl to bounce around with regularly, you were much less tense. So I figured that Ginny must be the girl."

"Okay, well alright then. Umm…only you know right?" Harry asked him nervously.

"Yes. I will not tell your secret, Potter. I like Ms. Weasley to much, so I will keep quite for her. But you should tell her family soon. They will be so thrilled."

"When we are ready, we will."

"Alright Harry, get back to work. I will see you at Ginny's game this afternoon." And he walked out of the room.

Harry just sat there. He couldn't believe that Kingsley had figured it out. Although, if he was honest with himself, he couldn't be that surprised that someone had caught them. They had been spending every night together for two months now. It was weird; he wasn't cooling off at all. Normally he would get bored of a girl after a week or so. But he just couldn't get enough of Ginny. He was looking forward to watching her play today. She always looked good on a broomstick. And the thought made him smile.

Ginny was nervous. She was pacing the looker room trying not to think about the upcoming match. She really wanted to win, to prove that she belonged on this team. The team that she had tried so hard to make. She was trying to fight the nervousness by running plays through her head. Looking around the locker room, she noticed the rest of the team looked like she felt.

The door opened and all seven women turned to it. A pimply faced teenager was standing in the door way holding a bouquet of Calla Lilies. "Ms. Ginny Weasley?" He asked the room in general.

"That's me. You are awfully cute, but aren't you a little young to be strolling for girls."

"Yes, ma'am, no ma'am. For you," he blushed as he held out the flowers. Ginny took them and the young boy ran out of the locker room.

Suddenly the room was filled with Ohhs and Ahhs and "Who are they from?"

Ginny opened the envelope, pulled the card out and grinned. In typed lettering it said.

Don't Fret, Lover.

You'll be brilliant.

She looked at the note, and then down at the flowers. It felt so great to have someone who knew her so well, inside and out.

"Lover?" asked Alma, after she read the note over Ginny's shoulder. "I didn't know you had a lover."

"A lover, hu?" Katie put in. "Not girlfriend, or love, but lover. Ginny, are you getting laid by someone and not telling us?"

"Yes, I have a lover, but I'm not going telling you who it is, so don't even ask."

"Aw, come on, why the big secret?" Phyllis asked her. The whole teamed seemed relieved to have something to talk about besides the upcoming match.

"Well, its obvious isn't it?" Carmelila put in, her eyes sparkling. "It must be someone that we know. Why else would we care?"

Ginny just grinned at her teammates. "I'm not telling you."

"That's okay, we will figure it out." Florence told her.

Any more discussion was cut off as the team manager came in to give the girls a pep talk before they needed to start warming up.

Standing in the after party, Harry watched her. He had watched her the entire match, and had to stop himself from hexing the chaser from the other team who had tried to knock her off of her broom. He had watched her celebrate in mid air with her team. And he had watched her march, arm-in-arm with her teammates into the locker room. Now he watched her as she was congratulated by everyone in the party.

She looked beautiful as she graciously accepted congratulations, and complemented her teammates. He could tell when someone approached her who made her nervous. Like when the owner of the team told her congratulations and held her in a conversation for five minutes. She looked so calm, but her fingers ran up and down the stem of her wine glass. Harry smiled at this. Her habits were so easy for him to see.

He didn't bother to curse, didn't even bother to question when he felt the emotion rise up from where he had buried it years ago.

He'd been expecting that. He was crazy about her, he admitted. Gone. Over the line and he wasn't going to be able to burry it again. Sooner or later, he'd have to figure out what to do about it.

"If you are trying to keep it a secret, you might want to try looking at someone else for a while." Kingsley's voice came from right next to him.

Harry turned to him. He was starting to get annoyed with Kingsley. "It's not as easy as it sounds."

"So why don't you go over there, sweep her off her feet and kiss her. That would be one way to tell her family."

"That would be. But we don't want to tell her family."

"So, then you wouldn't mind if I went over there and swept her off her feet, and kissed her?"

Harry just glared at him. He couldn't help it. He knew that they weren't in a relationship. And that she was free to go with another guy if she wanted. But if she chose that, he would be forced to murder the other guy, bury him in a shallow grave and then comfort Ginny.

"I was wrong." Kingsley told him. He was in his element now. "It's not just bouncing around regularly. You're in love with her."

Harry gave him a low groan. How had Kinsley figured that out so easily? He had been repressing that feeling for years, he had gotten really good at hiding it from people, including himself.

Kinsley took the groan as a confirmation. "All the more reason to go over there, sweep her off her feet and kiss her."

"No, that's not a reason to do that. She doesn't feel the same way about me. We had our chance at that type of relationship, she didn't want it."

"You know, I don't know the story of why you two didn't get together after the war. Author and Molly told me that the year you were off…well…camping, Ginny was waiting for you to come back for her. Why didn't you?"

Harry was startled. Kingsley was usually annoyingly right about things. It drove Harry crazy that Kingsley could so easily guess what was going on in other people's lives, but that last statement was completely off.

"Ginny wasn't waiting for me to come back for her." He corrected him, trying to keep how much it hurt out of his voice.

"Are you sure? My sources seemed pretty adamant about that one."

"Positive," Harry assured him.

This seemed to confuse Kinglsey. He had never been so off when it came to Harry's life. He didn't know what to do. "Why are you so sure?"

He really didn't want to discuss why he knew for sure. It wasn't something he liked to think about.

"I don't think you are right about that." Kingsley continued, ignoring Harry's silence. "I see the way she seeks you out in a crowd. I have seen how much happier she has been the last two months. You should tell her how you feel."

"Maybe someday." Harry cut off as Ron approached them.

"Hey Harry, Kingsley! That was a great game wasn't it?" And Harry was forced into a conversation about the great plays of the game. He wasn't enjoying it as much as he normally did. He needed a distraction from the thoughts about when Ginny had broken his heart. He wanted to go home, meet up with Ginny and let her know how brilliant he thought she had been. He felt her eyes on him, and couldn't help but smile. What were they going to do with each other?

"So Harry, Seamus, Miles and I are going out tonight. Want to come along?" Ron asked him.

"Oh, uh," He could go out with them and meet Ginny at their normal time. But he wanted more time with her then they normally had. "No, not tonight. I got other plans."

"What other plans? I thought you would want to find a witch to spend the night with before you have to give them up for a week."

"Yea, well, I can't tonight."

"Oh, I see, you already have one lined up, don't you."

Harry could tell Kingsley was grinning. Why the man liked to torment him so much was beyond him. "Yea, well. I am looking forward to it. I'll make it out with you when I get back."

"Alright, so who's this girl?"

"No one, just some girl that has been entertaining me for a little bit." Harry replied easily. It was his usual line when he had found a girl to spend some time with.

"Alright, well I am going to grab Hermione and take her home before meeting the boys. See you when you get back then." Ron left to find Hermione.

"Well, you managed to make him think you are still the playboy your reputation says you are."

"Shut it, Kingsley."

"I am the Minister of Magic, you can't say that to me."

"Yeah, well, you weren't acting like minister. Ministers aren't supposed to enjoy tormenting their employees."

"I don't, well not all my employees. Just you" and with that, Kingsley walked away.

Harry worked his way around the party. He was going to try and get a casual moment with Ginny, but she was so damn popular that she was always around a group of people.

He congratulated Katie and let her flirt with him a bit. He played with Bill and Fluer's daughter, Victoir. He was about to resign himself to not being able to tell Ginny to come over early, when he noticed she was standing in a corner talking with Bill and George.

"Great game." He told her when he got over to them. "I was going to head home, I got some plans tonight." He told her, Bill and George, knowing that she would pick up that she was his plans.

"Oh, and what are those?" Bill asked him. He inwardly thanked Bill for the opening, but didn't miss a beat in answering.

"I got a girl coming over, and I'm going to cook dinner for her." He grinned at them.

"You cook? Like on a stove?" George asked him. "I didn't realize the chosen one had so many talents."

"Yea, well, it's something I picked up somewhere," Harry replied offhandedly. "But if I don't hurry home soon, I won't be ready by seven."

"Well, you better get going. I am sure she will be as impressed that you cook as George is." Ginny said, letting him know that she would be there at seven.

"Oh, and no dropping by my place tonight to meet her." Harry added to George and Bill. They muttered promises that they wouldn't. Although Harry knew that if they knew who the girl was, they wouldn't keep those promises

"Bye Harry." Ginny said as her Mother approached the group.

Mrs. Weasley had heard Harry's plans and her heart broke a little, like it always did when she would hear that either Ginny or Harry was with someone else.

"Bye Mrs. Weasley." He gave her a hug and left the party.