If Harry thought his practice schedule was brutal, Ginny's was destructive. After the now 7 hour practice, Harry went to the Holyhead Stadium to pick up Ginny.

Harry went to the locker room and knocked. When no one answered, he went inside the stadium to see the girls all practicing. Gwenog noticed him right away and flew down to greet him. Well, Harry thought to greet. Before Jones' feet even hit the ground, Harry was shoved behind the stadium's doors.

"Wha- Gwenog, What?" Harry started. "You could be spying for Wood. "Gwenog, I just came to pick up Ginny. When does practice end?" Gwenog sighed, "9 o'clock." "What! That's an extra 4 hours!" Harry had always considers him and Ginny lucky that their practice schedules were in synch. "I know" Gwenog started, "but these girls deserve this, they'll thank me later when we win." Harry knew Gwenog was serious about Quidditch so he let it go. I'm not allowed to tell Wood about this right?" Harry asked lightly. "You got it. If you still want to pick up Ginny, you can get her at 9. I'll let her know you stopped by though." Gwenog said. She knew how much Harry and Ginny loved each other. Ginny had practically begged her 3 months ago to let them move in together. She had agreed, but not before making her swear to make at least 12 goals in the next match. She made 37.

Harry mockingly saluted Gwenog and flew home.

Harry supposed he would have enough time to surprise Ginny with dinner. She would be exhausted by the time practice ended.

At 8:45, Harry has a nice potato casserole with salad, (a special he'd often made for the Dursleys.) and flew to Holyhead.

He arrived just in time to see some girls flying home. He figured Ginny was taking a shower. He waited outside of the only locker room (because they only needed a girl's one) and waited for Ginny.

Gwenog passed him and whispered "good luck, she's in a mood." Gwenog know how bad Ginny's temper could get. She personally had been a victim to one of Ginny's famous 'colorful' spews. This practice she had missed a few goals. This was typical for the other chasers, but Ginny rarely missed a shot, and because of this, she was pissed.

Ginny was the last one to leave by 10 minutes. Even though, Harry waited for her. Gwenog didn't tell Harry why Ginny was mad, so he was a bit apprehensive when she came out seemingly completely calm. "Hey Gin." He began lightly. "Hey Harry, you ready to go?" "Yep." Harry said, and off they flew.

"I made dinner." Harry said once they landed. "That's so sweet, do you mind if I change first?" Ginny asked, still strangely calm and collected. Ginny usually had exploded by this time. "Nope, doesn't matter." Harry replied. As he waited for her, he knew he had to loosen Ginny up. Harry knew it was bad for Ginny to hold her emotions in. It usually ended up poorly for anyone who happened to be in a 15 foot radius. Harry made a plan for when she got down.

When Ginny descended the stairs, Harry looked at her. Well, more like studied her, he could see her anger. He set his plan into action. Before Ginny could say anything, he walked over to her and kissed her, just as she hit the base of the staircase At first, she tried to pull away but Harry held her tight. Eventually she deepened the kiss and when Harry could breathe for one more second, he pulled back, both of them out of breath.

After they had both caught their breath, Ginny looked at Harry. "Git. I was perfectly fine with being angry. Now you have to do that and..." Ginny trailed off. "And what Gin?" Harry urged her with a teasing tone. "And get me all flustered Harry! You know what happened at practice, no, you don't! I missed 6 bloody goals. 6! Do you want to know why Harry? Because of you! Gwenog told me you stopped by and my mind trailed off a bit and I missed 6 goals! Do you know how embarrassing that was! No, you don't bloody well know! And—" Ginny continued on with her famous colored spew while Harry stood there, not blinking an eye. How could he? She looked stunning. Harry loved how fired up she was. He could watch her all day like this. Typically her eyes were a deep chocolate brown, but now, her eyes were a light, nearly hazel brown. Every one of her features showed off her emotions at the moment. Her face, brimming with red most likely due to the small bit of oxygen she was receiving on her rant, was so beautiful. Harry loved her.

Eventually she stopped. "Are you hungry Gin?" Harry asked once her face returned to a normal color, "Famished," Ginny replied simply.

And so they ate.