Set during Ginny's first professional game with the Harpies. Just wanna give a thanks to ChrisCorso, who helped me get past the funk of trying to put quidditch into words.

Harry sat in the private box with the rest of the Weasley family, except for Charlie, who was in Romania. He couldn't stop moving his hands, fidgeting with his program, tapping his fingers on his knee. Nerves were coursing through his body. Excitement, pride, but just a little fear filled him.

Ginny was playing her first professional game. Sure, she had played many games at Hogwarts. And of course, she had been training for the last four months in preparation, but everyone said that professional was different, it was grueling. Players were injured more often than not.

It wasn't as if Harry didn't believe in Ginny. Hell, he was the first person to buy one of her Harpie jerseys. And he helped her train often at the Burrow. Still, the idea of her going out there, fighting against others who were trying to stop her…

Harry shook his head trying to clear it. This was his overprotective side coming out. If Ginny was sitting in the box with him, she would have pinched his arm and told him off. He knew she was perfectly capable of protecting herself, and that she was an incredible flier, but still he couldn't contain his nerve.

A large hand thumped Harry on the shoulder. Pulling himself out of his reverie, he turned to see Ron's freckled face grinning down at him. "This is amazing," Ron said his eyes focused on the field. "I can't believe Ginny is starting in her first match. She was only on the reserves for three months. It wicked."

Harry nodded. Ron was right, this is amazing. The woman he loved was playing in her first professional game, and he there he was being overbearing.

The sound of cannon went off, as green and yellow blurs started to come out from the tunnel under the stadium. A loud and deep voice filled the stands announcing the arrival of the Harpies.

"And here we have Daniels, Kellogg, Weasley, captain Jones, Bentson, Nichols, and Mason!"

Though seven names were read the only one Harry could focus on was Weasley. He watched her soar into the sky behind her fellow chasers. Her arm raise, fist clenched. Ginny's eyes were alight with excitement, and nerves. The noise from the crowd was deafening, but to Harry it was nonexistent.

Puddlemere scored three goals before Harry could draw his attention from the red head chaser. Ginny was playing just as well as she always did. She positioned herself perfectly, she moved to help her fellow chasers in whatever way she could.

The announcers seemed to notice Ginny's movements like Harry. "Look at Weasley! She is showing real team spirit. It should be noted that she was Gryffindor captain only a year ago at Hogwarts. And here she is showing great skill in her first professional game"

The second announcer continued his partner's train of thought, "Yeah there was some worry with Jessica Gino's injury, the concern was how well Weasley would work with the other starting chasers, but if she keeps this act up she will be a splendid fit for the team!"

The game continued it a similar manner for three hours, short in terms of professional games. Ginny was the greatest support for her fellow chasers, helping to distract the opposition, scoring all open shots she got. Harry had never seen her play better. When the Harpies seeker caught the snitch it made Holyhead win by two hundred points.

Harry and the Weasley's had yelled themselves hoarse. Mrs. Weasley suggested setting up a small party back at the Burrow to celebrate. Everyone agreed, heading towards the exit. Harry, however hung back. He had promised Ginny that he would wait for her before going anywhere after the game.

Harry walked through the halls of the Harpies stadium. His mind kept drifting back to the way he felt before the game started, to what he was feeling now. He had been so worried, but it was all for naught. Ginny had handled herself perfectly. She was an unstoppable force.

Walking towards the spot where Ginny told he to wait for her, by the mens toilets on the third floor, he positioned himself against the wall. He closed his eyes, allowing his mind's eye to invision Ginny again as she scored her fourth goal of the day. Her face glowed with pride as she moved back into position, ready to help defend against her opponent's attack.

"Well, Mr. Potter, how does it feel to have such an incredible quidditch playing girlfriend?" Harry's eyes shot open at the sound of her voice. Standing in front of him was Ginny, positively grinning ear to ear. She raised her arms, waving one finger in a "come hither" gesture, and Harry saw no reason to not do what he was told.

She had just showered, her hair still damp, but that was no concern as Harry engulfed her in his arms and placed his chin on top of her head.

"Well," Harry drawled. "I have to say it will be nice to be known for something other than the man who beat Voldemort."

Ginny pulled back slightly, her eyebrow crooked up to show her confusion. "And what will you be known for?"

Harry smiled, leaning in close for a quick chaste kiss. "Well they will be calling me the the boy who dating Holyheads new star chaser. Much nicer than Scarhead or the Chosen One, if you ask me."

Ginny laughed and pulled him into a longer kiss. "You know any nickname you have had is still better than the one Lavender gave Ron." She shuddered dramatically as Harry joined her laughter.

"You know what Harry," Ginny said as she grabbed his hand, leading him towards the exit. "I've never had a nickname for you. I mean I heard what Ron called Hermione the other day, and even though I'm scarred for life, I have to do better than Ron based on principle."

Harry couldn't contain his chuckle as they started down the stairs to the apparition point. "Oh do you think we need names for each other?"

Ginny nodded her head. "You call me Gin, I need something for you."

"Well as long as it's not Har-Har, I guess it can't be too bad."

Ginny's laugh echoed around the concrete walls, as the duo made their way to the bottom floor.

"I bet I could come up with some bad ones if I really tried."

"But do you really want to try, Gin?"

"Was that a challenge?" Ginny stopped on the bottom step of the final flight, her eyes glinting. Before Harry could call her off she started. "There is Lover Boy, or Stud Muffin, Apple of my Eye — "

"Are you hungry? Your mum's cooking at the Burrow."

"Casanova," Ginny continued as if Harry hadn't spoken, ticking her fingers to keep count. "Cutie Pie, McDreamy, I once called you that after our first walk around the lake, Prince Charming, Hermione once mentioned a old story about some charming guy, Oh, Oh, what about —"

Harry need her to stop, and he choose his favorite method of creating silence with her. He cupped her face and kissed her hard. At first she didn't respond, but eventually giving in to his pressure. They stood together locked to one another for more time than they usual would in a public setting.

Eventually Harry pulled back, setting his forehead against hers, lowering his hands to her waist. Her eyes were closed, and her lips invitingly swollen. Silence filled the air.

Harry mentally patted his back, for his effectiveness, until, "There is always the good old sugar lips."

Harry couldn't stop the groan from leaving his lips, causing Ginny to laugh. "If you don't stop I'm just gonna have to —"

"To what, Harry my dear?"

"I'll just have to keep doing this," Harry closed the already small gap between the to of them. Harry felt her lips form a smile against his.

She pulled back this time, raising her hand to Harry's cheek, "You know what?"

"What?"

"I really like your threats."

"Well if that's the case, Weasley, let me threaten you again."