Chapter 13: The Holy Head Harpies

A/N: Hi there! So I really wanted to get this chapter out mainly for one reason. THIS WEEKEND IS LEAKYCON! AND I AM GOING TO BE THERE! Is there anyone else going to Portland? If so PM me! I'd love to meet up!

That is all. BTW! The next chapter is half done, and it is super good :-P

"Introducing the chicks with the kicks! The women who can win 'Em! the Holyhead harpies!"

The crowd roared as we zoomed onto the pitch doing alternating circles as our silhouettes marred the glittering fireworks. Adrenaline raced through my veins as the wind whipped my hair behind me. There was nothing in the world like game day. No feeling that could match it in the universe. I felt bad for people out there who couldn't experience this, to get a taste of the addicting fire that high level competition gave you.

Not so bad that I'd give up my position or anything, but bad nonetheless.

I had never understood people who weren't competitive. Simply because competitive seemed to course through my veins at moments like this.

We zoomed down to our benches ready to get the all too familiar pep talk from coach as the opponents did their opening. A deafening boo sounded as the Cannons exited their changing rooms. I held back the grin at our fans reaction instead doing my best to concentrate on the x's and o's on coach's diagram.

Did I mention we had the greatest fans in the world?

It was inevitable we were going to win. The Cannon's reputation hadn't changed much in the past 60 years. It was sad really, all they needed was one dynamite player to turn them around; they just never seemed to be able to sign one. And why would they, no one wanted to sign with a team that were considered a laughingstock.

It wasn't sad that we were going to spank the pants off of them.

Ron's face is going to be priceless.

I had one of the greatest jobs, and this was exactly what I needed to keep my mind off my current situation. More importantly to keep my mind off of Harry and his refusal to give me the closure that I asked for. I shook my head as coach's words lulled around me. Not now Ginerva. Stay focused on this game.

I let my mind wander to my usual game day preparation.

Since my very first game at Hogwarts I had done the same thing. The girls locker room had a traditional song that we sang before we did our fly outs every time. So as I was surrounded by my fellow Harpies I muttered the lilting chant.

'We're here to fight, we're here to roar,

That's why were in Gryffindor,

We're here to fly, we're here to soar,

That's why were in Gryffindor.'

"Oi Weasley…" My eyes clashed with coach's forbidding expression. " Get your head in the game! Keep this up and I'll bench you." I made it a point to listen after that, coach though being mostly full of hot air had been known to follow through with threats. "Clean lines ladies. If I see the chasing getting sloppy we'll be doing double practices before we play Puddlemere. Beater's aim towards the keeper, I want his eye not focused on those hoops. Gigi catch the bleeding snitch, you showboat out there and I'm trading you to the bleeding Cannons. Go out there AND WIN!"

Coach moved his clipboard to the side extending his hand to the center of the circle, we all followed suite mirroring his own action in preparation for what was next. "Harpies on Three!" I yelled, doing my duty as captain. "One, Two, Three HARPIES!" With that we all grabbed our brooms and moved out from the bench and kicked off into the air.

I met across from the referee and the head chaser for the Cannon's, my mouth set in a firm line.

"Now I want a nice clean game." Her eyes moved between the two of us as we nodded in assent rising in the air to await the toss.

Burke, the Cannon's chaser sneered at me. "Watch yourself Little Girl. It would be a shame if you got hurt."

I grinned at that. This wasn't the first time a man though he had the right to threaten me because of my short stature. They are all the same, and I am no stranger to Trash Talk.

"Tell yourself that when I wipe the field with your arse."

He grinned at me and I felt a smug smile set on my face.

"Bring it."

"You're on."

I let my hand hang in midair; the other hand wound tightly around the handle of my broom, the worn wood was cool against my bare fingers. I heard the countdown and I felt eagerness well inside of me as the toss neared.

My eyes locked with Burke's as the ball slowly made its way between us to its highest point. With a crack we both took off and my free hand wound around the ball and flung it out to Gwen. I paused only for a moment, to flash a knowing smile to Burke's annoyed face.

"You're going to have to do better than that." And with that I was racing down the pitch to join my teammates.

Little Girl?

Like Hell.

26 minutes that's how long it took for us to beat the Cannon's.

With a score of 240 to 0.

It wasn't even fair really.

I almost felt bad that we beat them so terribly.

Almost…

"WE FUCKING WON!" Gwen screamed as we all jumped around congratulating each other. We had already expected the W on our side but I honestly thought it would be a little more difficult to secure. With this win we were heading into the playoffs and there was a real possibility that we could take the cup this year. Winning the World Cup? Hello Childhood Fantasies? Are you there? You have just been realized.

I wish I could go back to me as a child and tell me that I would be straight up LEGIT.

The crowd was deafening, everyone celebrating with us as we hugged and regrouped enough to shake the Cannon's hands before launching back into a jumping fit towards the fitting rooms. The confetti sprinkled everywhere drowning out most of my view of the stands. More fireworks were let off as the stands chanted "HARPIES HARPIES HARPIES!"

"PARTY TONIGHT! BOOM BOOM ROOM! BE THERE!" Someone shouted across the crush of trainers and players.

"Are we going?" Gwen questioned wiping off some excess sweat with a towel making a point to not get separated from me in the mob that was moving us on.

"DUH!" I yelled before throwing myself at her and wrapping her is a massive hug.

Winning makes me affectionate.

Deal with it!

Within a moment a shout interrupted us.

"OH MY MERLIN YOU WON!" Henry appeared from the crowd startling Gwen and I.

Her answering shriek nearly made me deaf. "I KNOW OH MY GOD!" She jumped on him wrapping her legs around his waist so that he was carrying her. He rolled his eyes at me but I couldn't help but give him a huge smile. What goofballs. Have I mentioned that they are perfect for each other? Because they totally are.

It really makes me want to punch them in their faces, but with you know love.

Gwen stayed wrapped around Henry like an anaconda so without having to ask he carried her on towards the changing rooms. "We're partying tonight? You in?" I said, disturbed at the evil creeper smile that he answered with. We reached the doors to the Changing room's and without a beat pushed right through them.

"HENRY YOU PRAT GET OUT!"

"What I come in here all the time?!" He said as Gwen scrambled away from him.

"Girl's only! NO boys allowed." When he made it very clear that he intended to go nowhere it was clear that desperate measures had to be taken. I grappled for the nearest elbow pad and shucked it at his face, he yelped as he was hit with pad's, jerseys and whatever else we could find. He hung in there until a spare shoe caught him in the jaw causing him to shriek and run out of the double doors.

"I do not know why I put up with him." Gwen said as she waved her wand to clean up the mess we just made.

I laughed as I pulled my jersey off and headed towards the showers.

"Don't ask me man, he's your boyfriend." She stuck her tongue out in response and we delved into the titter or girls all getting ready for the night ahead.

The BOOM BOOM ROOM after all was one of the hottest night clubs in the wizarding world. Exclusive as fuck. You had to know somebody to get in. Why they continually kept giving us invites I will never fathom, because once the caravan of people that was our team and close members were ready to go we apparated and tore through the place like a hurricane.

Where there once was soft music and a semblance of class turned into pulsating music and shot after shot after shot.

Literally.

We might not be the classiest team in the Quidditch world, but we sure knew how to have fun.

Party in full swing, dancing on bars, and generally acting like a fool. Exactly how a win should be celebrated. I danced with anybody who could get my hands on, or who would stay with me for more than a few minutes. I made the decision to stay away from the bar tonight, my pride still stinging from the puking all over Harry Potter incident from a few weeks prior.

My mind was blank as one song melded into another, letting my body swing and sway to the music. Losing myself in the rhythm and beat and generally just having fun. I couldn't tell you how much time had passed. Godric, I couldn't even tell you everyone I had danced with! All I knew was that my body was covered with sweat and I didn't even care. The pulsing beat of a Screeching Eel's song ended and I braced myself for the beginning of the next set.

Slow music waved across the crowd and I recognized the song as a newer love song by Cassiopiea.

Slow songs.

Constantly ruining my life.

I stood awkwardly at the center of the dance floor for long enough to know I shouldn't be there watching as everyone paired up to enjoy the moment together. I shuffled through the couples heading towards the bar figuring it was a good time to get some water because I had been doing a fair bit of exercise.

It seemed like everyone here had someone to dance with. My gaze flicked from one dancing couple to another.

The bartender seemed content with remaining silent and watching the crowd as well.

My eyes drifted over the crowd and a pang of awareness washed over me.

Harry wasn't here.

My stomach dipped in disappointment and my mouth tugged down in a frown at the realization. Everywhere I went lately he seemed to magically appear. Every event, my family's house, even restaurants, for him to be absent seemed almost strange.

I was getting used to seeing him.

I was getting used to him being there.

That was an Ironic Statement.

I was clearly disappointed.

Why couldn't he just give me the closure?

Why even though I didn't want anything to do with him did I want him here?

I was so confused, and I wasn't even drunk. I was wrong to thing that being around him all the time would help things, that somehow I would become accustomed to his presence. I have never felt normal with Harry around, not since the first moment I laid eyes on him and told my mother that "Harry Potter was on the train!"

We couldn't be normal. We couldn't be friends.

It wasn't in the cards for us.

What I needed was to stay the hell away from him.

For good this time.

Another A/N: Sorry it's so short! I swear I will make up for it in the next chapter. I swear. Should be up by the end of the weekend.

Loves.