A/N: Apparently this is my most subscribed WIP so... hi, welcome? Glad you're all here.

I just checked, it's been one month since I last updated... oops. People who read my other WIPs know I was VERY busy so I hope you'll forgive me. The good news is that the following chapter is also mostly done. Either you'll get it end of this week or somewhere next week. (You may want to convince me for this week rather than later after you've read the chapter..nothing evil I promise.)

"In here," the guard said, pointing to the changing room of the Phenton Phoenixes.

She thanked him and walked in. She looked around the room but it wasn't much different from the Harpies changing room.

Harry walked in, sweaty from training. He smiled at her. "Ah, so you did find the changing room."

"Management had an escort ready for me. One of the guards delivered me ever so kindly," Ginny told him. "It's nice they're doing so much effort for our relationship."

"Wow." He shook his head and pulled his shirt off, tossing it in the basket in the corner.

He opened the door of his locker and Ginny burst out laughing immediately. On the inside of the locker door, there were five photos of her.

Harry glanced at where she was looking. "Oh, yeah. The guys were so kind to put this up for me. Even included two calendar photos."

She bent down and looked closer to see what photos they picked. "How nice of them."

"I know." He pointed at one of the photos. "That one was already on there, they added the rest."

Her eyes widened and she looked at him in surprise.

"Oh, not like that," he told her with a huff. "I had all players I look up to on there." He rummaged around in the locker for the photos they replaced. He showed her. "You, my dad in his Hogwarts years — also a Chaser, the former Phenton Phoenixes Seeker Maddox, and Wronski."

"That's a good selection for sure. But you have to tell me," she said, her eyes sparkling.

"What?" he asked as he took a towel and a fresh change of clothes.

"How does it feel to meet your idol?" she said, swaying from left to right while batting her eyelashes at him.

"Shut up." He closed his locker. "I am going to shower." He walked around her and headed towards the shower stalls.

"You know I do autographs!" she called after him.

"Why would I want that when your nail marks are on my back?" he responded.

When she looked, she could indeed see some faint red marks. "Do you need those healed?"

He turned to her, grinning. "Why? Are you embarrassed?" He turned back around and disappeared into the shower.

She stood waiting for a minute, but then she opened his locker again. She looked at the ridiculous photos and smiled. She spotted a marker by the blackboard. She stood up and took it. She paused in front of the locker and frowned, deciding what to write.

She decided on. 'Good flying! XO your Ginny'. She grinned at herself and then quickly closed the locker and returned the marker to its spot.

The rest of his teammates streamed in not much later.

"Ginny!" Ethan greeted. "Back again."

Robert smiled at her. "Awful that he is getting to leave early just because he has a girlfriend."

She grinned apologetically. "I am sorry. Gwenog was complaining about that too, until she saw the ticket sales for the next Harpies-Phoenixes game."

They all turned around to Michael.

He nodded. "They are bringing in a shitton of money. Two more news articles and it will be sold out. All the VIP tickets are already gone."

"You're welcome," she said.

Louis had taken his shirt off and stepped to her. "What do you think, huh?" He flexed his muscles.

"Splendid," Ginny told him.

"If you want something a little stronger than the Potter, you call Louis," he said.

She resisted laughing. "I am so tempted."

Michael shook his head. "Leave other teammate's girlfriends alone."

"Just showing her what she's missing," Louis said with a playful wink. His hand ran down his abs. "I can see it, you're thinking about it."

Harry walked out and he glared at Louis. "You better not be coming on to my girlfriend." He stepped between Ginny and him.

His other teammates let out an excited 'Ooh' sound.

He turned to her. "Can't leave you alone for two minutes, can I?"

"I have to keep up my title of most eligible Chaser, don't I?" she said cheerily.

"But were you thinking about it?" Louis said, more docile now.

Ginny looked past Harry at Louis. "No, sorry."

Harry turned around and stepped to Louis. "Alright, Louis. That's enough playing." He remained standing across from Louis until he turned around. Harry faced her again. "Let's go." He picked up his backpack.

Ginny let him drag her out of the changing room. She didn't miss that he had changed into his glasses again, he must be doing it for her.

"I am sorry about Louis, I am sure he is harmless." He looked at her. "He didn't overstep, did he?"

"He was playing," Ginny said. "Pretty sure he was just trying to get a reaction out of you."

It was silent for a moment. "Well," Harry said. "They got their little show." They stepped out onto the sidewalk. "On to the next."

They walked to the park and then chose a spot to sit. Harry sat against a big tree in the sun, putting his backpack beside him. Ginny sat down facing him.

She leaned closer.

"Right," Harry said. His hand came to her cheek and kissed her softly.

Ginny decided to play a little and teased his lips with her tongue. He seemed to think about it for a moment but then opened his lips for her.

A minute later he leaned away. His eyes searched hers.

"We do that anyway in private, I thought we may as well," Ginny explained.

Harry chucked. He cleared his throat. "Right. I just didn't expect it."

She scooted down and rested her head in his lap. She closed her eyes. "This is nice."

She wasn't sure when she dozed off, but she woke up a little later. She squinted at the bright light and looked up at him. "I fell asleep, and you didn't wake me."

He petted her hair. "It's okay, I kept the photographers entertained." He lifted his hand and showed off the flower crown he had been working on.

Her eyes widened and she sat up, looking at him. "You can't use magic in a public park!"

"I did it the muggle way, silly," he said. He put the flower crown on top of her head. "Pretty."

Ginny thought it was quite adorable. Any girl would be lucky to have him. "Thanks." She scooted closer to him. "Can you show me how to do it the muggle way?"

He nodded. "Sure, you just need to get up and pick some flowers. All within reach have gone into your crown." He signed at the grass surrounding them.

She got up and walked a little further away, picking up a handful of flowers before walking back to Harry. He shifted and made space for her so she could sit beside him against the trunk of the tree. He took two flowers out of her hand and showed her.

"You take one and then you open the stem here," he told her, using his nail to split the middle of the stem while leaving the ends closed. "And then you put the other flower in between." He showed her as he spoke. "You just continue until you have a circle and then you connect the ends."

Ginny nodded along. "Cool. Who taught you that?"

Harry continued looking at the flowers in his hand. "My mum."

Ginny felt bad for him. He seemed to miss his parents a lot, but he was quite reserved about it. She picked up a flower and tried to open the stem but it ended up splitting apart entirely. She pouted.

"Pick a longer stem to start, it's easier. And go gently," Harry said. He looked at the flowers and picked one with a long stem and put it in her hand.

She tried again.

Harry looked closely. She was about to dig her nail in when he adjusted her hand ever so slightly. "This is better."

She nodded. This time she managed and she proudly tucked the other flower in the slit she just created. She held it up.

"Very nice." He smiled. He reached out and took the flowers and then connected them with his two. He then took her hand and placed it around her wrist, using a fifth flower to close it. "Accessorising like a pro."

She grinned at him. "That's incredible. Best date I have been on in a while."

Harry laughed. "Me too." He glanced towards the other side. "We should kiss again."

"If you insist," Ginny said with a laugh. She took his jaw and guided him to her. "Tongue or no tongue?"

Harry blinked at her silently, looking mildly amused. When he didn't reply, Ginny leaned in and kissed him softly. Then his tongue snaked past his lips, and she smiled into the kiss. She leaned in closer and kissed him deeper. Harry's hand softly caressed her cheek.

She leaned away, not removing her hand from his face. "Tongue it is then."

"Suppose the public needs to see we are progressing our relationship," Harry said.

Ginny faked a gasp. "To French kissing? Oh my."

Harry shoved her softly. "In how comfortable we are with each other in public, perhaps."

"Your hands have been places that made it to the front page so..." Ginny shrugged.

Harry nodded quickly. "So no tongue then?"

"That's not what I meant!" she quickly replied but then realised he had been fishing for exactly that reaction.

He smiled smugly. She pouted at it.

"Fine," Harry gave in. "I'll surprise you next time."

"You have to keep the excitement in the relationship," she replied, to which Harry chuckled. She checked her watch. "It's almost dinner time. Let's go. My mum is very excited you were coming back." She pushed off and stood up, brushing a few stray flowers off her jeans.

"Any marriage on the menu tonight?" Harry asked as he got up too. He picked up his backpack.

Ginny grimaced. "That or children. It could really go any which way with her," she told him honestly. "You probably want to have a reply ready about the children."

"Would she ask?" he wondered with a frown.

Ginny nodded without hesitation. "For sure, she has already mentioned it to me."

Harry looked surprised by that. "Right, so you hate children, or you just don't care for them...?"

"What? No! I love children," she told him.

Harry crossed his arms and looked at her warily. "Weirdly enough you haven't given me that impression. What's your deal then?"

She sighed. "Because I am in a team of all women, pregnancy is just a smidge more prevalent with the Harpies than any other. Sometimes planned, sometimes not...They always plan to come back and play on the team again. Most of them never come back."

Harry's eyebrows raised.

"Some feel like their body is no longer up for it but a lot of them just choose to raise their kids. Most of them are happy about it, some I've seen loathe their kids because they had to give up one dream for another." She shook her head. "If I have kids, I don't want to hate them. I don't want to choose."

"The time you can fly at this level is so short already," Harry added.

"Exactly!" she agreed eagerly. "I can fly maybe a year more when I am this good. Maybe three or four years if I am lucky. If I retired then, I am still in my twenties. Plenty of time to have kids, right?" They started walking.

"How quickly do players need to stop flying when they're pregnant?" Harry asked.

"Depends. Cayla for example will fly out the season. Since she's a Seeker she's usually not in the direct hitting range. For the rest, it's usually no games anymore immediately, as soon as you know. You can join training still for a while but limited of course."

"Most of them are out over a year then. No wonder it's difficult to come back." Harry shook his head.

"That's why I kind of hate it. I don't hate the kids, I just don't like losing teammates and then have to be happy about it for them?" Ginny walked into an alleyway so they could apparate.

"So what should I tell your mum?" Harry asked.

She looked at him. "I don't know. The truth? She knows my stance on it, but she tries. She just thinks little Quidditch players are cute. And she likes you and you are a top-notch Quidditch player. Just because she gave birth to a whole Quidditch team, doesn't mean that I have to?"

Harry looked a little amused. "Right, seven kids was it? How many played Quidditch?"

"Only I play professionally, but five of my brothers were on the Gryffindor Quidditch team at some point. Charlie could have gone professional if he wanted to." She held out her hand. "Let's see if I can apparate without breaking my flower crown."

Harry took her hand and she apparated to the end of the garden.

"Still intact," Harry pointed at the flowers.

"Nice," she commented. She didn't let go of his hand as they walked through the garden. "By the way, Ron knows. I think he'll be here tonight."

"Got it," Harry said.

"And if he knows, the twins know but they're probably too busy making things explode or something," she said.

Harry looked rather alarmed.

"Have you heard from the Weasley Wizard Wheezes?" she asked.

"Oh, right. I hadn't made the connection with you. Are they the mastermind behind that?" Harry asked.

She nodded. "They've always been jokesters, and they've managed to pour it into products and make loads of money from it too. Ron mostly manages the more serious things for them while they invent."

"Family business," Harry commented. "Nice."

"They always said if I failed at Quidditch they would gladly hire me as a shop girl." She shook her head in amusement. "I guess it's nice to have options."

"Sure," Harry agreed.

Ginny opened the door and walked in. "Due to popular demand, I have brought him back in." She stepped aside and pointed at Harry.

He looked a little embarrassed at that, but she offered him a reassuring smile.

Her dad stood up and shook his hand. "Hello again, Harry."

"Nice to see you again, Mr Weasley," Harry said warmly.

Her dad patted Harry's hand. "Please call me Arthur."

Harry smiled and then turned to greet her mum. "Thank you for the leftover treacle tart the other day."

"My pleasure," her mom said, wrapping Harry into a hug. "Anytime." She released him from the hug and smiled brightly at him.

"And this is Ron," Ginny said so her mum would let go of Harry.

Ron stood up and shook his hand.

"He isn't too fond of the Phoenixes," Ginny said, earning her a glare.

"Oh, what team are you rooting for?" Harry asked.

Ron eyed him carefully. "The Chuddley Cannons," he said.

"My condolences," Harry said without missing a beat.

Ginny resisted laughing and looked at her brother, who seemed taken aback by the response.

Ron nodded. "Right. I know they haven't had a win for a while."

"They just need to find a different Keeper," Harry said, sitting down beside Ron. "It doesn't matter how much you score if your Keeper can't stop the Quaffle anymore."

Ginny had to agree. "True, and they're too focused on defence because they know the Keeper won't stop them."

"He's the Captain!" Ron argued.

"Frankly, that's the blind spot," Harry told him. "He can't tell it's time to retire."

Ron frowned. He didn't seem convinced. "Maybe," he said.

Harry shook his head. "I'd retire long before I hit that point. You would want to retire on a high note, not a low, right?"

Ginny nodded. "I think you just kind of lose oversight of when that is."

"I will tell you when it's starting to go downhill," Harry told her, with a fond smile her mother just happened to catch.

"Thanks. I appreciate it," she said. "I'll do the same for you."

Ron cleared his throat. "If you're still together then," he said with a raised eyebrow.

Her dad looked surprised. "Ron! That's not polite," he told Ron off.

"I am sure he didn't mean anything by it," Ginny said with a stern look his way, warning him not to keep it up.

"I'd tell you as an ex," Harry said with a wink.

Ginny sat down across from Harry and Ron. "I am not sure if it would land well. "

Her mum turned around. "Talking about exes..."

Ginny's eyes widened in alarm at her mother.

"I read that article about that Romilda," Molly said, her face showing clear disgust.

Harry looked alarmed now too and was about to speak but she continued.

She stepped to Harry. "Are you okay? I saw the photos... She doesn't seem to respect your boundaries at all." She patted his cheek. "Good on you for standing up to her."

Harry remained silent for a moment, in complete surprise. "Ginny really helped out there."

Ginny wished he'd elaborate because most of what the articles had shown were them making out until Romilda left, which wasn't her most classy move.

"Did she?" her mother asked.

Harry nodded and glanced over at Ginny. "I was worried about talking to her again but Ginny talked to her first and gave me the courage to speak to her again. Make it perfectly clear I don't want her around anymore."

Molly smiled. "I am glad to hear. You deserve to be happy," she said, looking between Harry and Ginny. Then she moved away to add the pots to the table.

They spent some time after dinner flying around, trying to beat each other. Ron refereed until he got tired and headed home.

When it was late, they flew back down and they placed the brooms back in the shed.

"Your mum is so lovely to me, it keeps taking me by surprise," Harry said.

"Yeah, sorry." She smiled. "She sees the tiniest hint of sadness or loneliness and you shall be adopted by her. She cannot be stopped; you shall be coddled."

"Okay but worrying for me about an ex?" Harry wondered out loud.

"She is really fond of you," Ginny said again. She opened the back door and walked back inside.

Her parents were in the living room listening to the wireless, though her father looked like he'd be nodding off soon.

"Don't you spend enough time on a broom already during the day?" her mum asked.

She smiled "Yes, but not with Harry." She kissed her mother's cheek. "We'll be heading up."

"Good night, sweetheart. Good night, Harry."

"Good night," Harry said.

Ginny took his head and pulled him up the stairs and onto the first landing. "That's the bathroom," she said, pointing to the door on her right. "And this is my room."

"Cozy," Harry commented as he walked into it.

Ginny nodded. "I hope you don't mind squeezing a bit closer." She pointed to her bed.

"We'll manage," Harry told her with a grin.

She nodded and walked to the cupboard. "You'll be happy to know I found the unpublished calendar photos." She picked them up and sat down on the bed.

Harry walked to her, put his backpack down and sat down beside her. She handed him the photos and he looked through them quietly. He halted at one photo.

"Oh my, this is indeed not publishable," Harry said. "You'd be on every teenage boy's wall with that pose."

She looked at herself, kneeling with the Quaffle, bent over with a cheeky grin. It didn't leave much to the imagination.

"Would I have been on your wall?" she asked teasingly.

Harry held up the photo as if he needed to see it even clearer. "This one? For sure." He looked through the rest of the photos. "It's sad they didn't use this one. You look both pretty and sexy but in a classy way."

"Keep it then," she said, she looked through the stack for the sexy photo. "This one too. Keepsake for when we break up."

Harry laughed. "I will think back on you fondly."

"This one could go on your locker," she said, pointing at the nice one. "The other one maybe not. Louis may steal it and we wouldn't want it in the wrong hands."

Harry held the two photos against his chest. "Oh no. This is not for other men's eyes!"

"Are you getting possessive, Harry?" She cocked her head to the side and looked at him teasingly.

He looked mildly offended. "If your fake girlfriend held the title of most eligible Seeker, you would watch out too."

She snorted. "Of course."

"I'll go shower first." Harry put down the photos and stood up. "This may be my third shower today. Is it? You were there."

"I really have you work up a sweat all the time, don't I?" she said. "Yes. Third."

Harry rummaged around in his backpack for a change of underwear and then left for the bathroom. Ginny stood up and took the two photos. She put them into the front pocket of his bag. Ten minutes later Harry came back in underwear and a sleep shirt.

She quickly nipped off to the shower too. She dried her hair with a towel just enough so it wouldn't drip and then wrapped the bigger towel around her body and walked back to her room.

"You walk around like that with other people in the house?" he asked, his eyes dancing over her body.

"I live here! I always change in my room." She shrugged and walked to her closet.

Harry has risen off her bed and now stood behind her. She turned around to face him. She could tell by the way he was looking that she wouldn't need to get changed first. She signed him to be quiet and she picked up her wand, putting two silencing charms on before putting her wand back down.

He moved to undo her towel, but she shook her head. His hands fell again, and she pointed to the bed. He crawled on top of it and held his hands out for her. She took it and sat down on his lap. The towel was barely long enough to cover her ass. She lifted his shirt off his body.

"Can I take it off now?" he asked, looking at her towel.

"No." She leaned closer to him. Her hands travelled down his chest painstakingly slow. Her hand went into his underwear and took out his dick. She stroked it while keeping eye contact.

Harry breathed out slowly. His hands found her thighs, softly caressing the skin. After a few strokes, she sat up on her knees and positioned herself.

"Do you want it?" she asked as she paused.

Harry's hands went higher, pushing the towel up until his hands reached her hipbones. "Please."

She lowered herself onto him. Harry's grip on her hips tightened as she took him in completely. She undid the towel and Harry quickly pulled it off her completely. One of his hands went up to squeeze her breast softly, his head moving to take the nipple into his mouth. She slowly started moving and Harry moaned against her skin.

Now clad in pyjamas—there were other people in the house after all—they both settled down in bed. It was too small to sleep apart and so Ginny happily cuddled close to Harry's chest. His arms were always so strong and comfortable around her, it made her feel sheltered.

"Have you had fuck buddies before me?" Harry asked her.

She shifted to look at him. "No, just you," she replied. "Boyfriends, yes, but never just this."

"Why?"

"Have to spend time with you. You're nice to look at... may as well?" she answered. "Did you have any?"

He shook his head. "Couldn't you tell that when you first suggested it?"

She chuckled. "Right. I forgot." She lay back down and rested her forehead against Harry's chest. "Please don't push me at night, I will end up on the floor."

Harry chuckled. His arms tightened around her. "I have pretty good grip." He shifted his hand against her. "And I am not in the habit of dropping you."

"True, true. Goodnight," she said.

"Goodnight, my little chatterbox," Harry mumbled.

She smiled against him, shaking her head softly.

After breakfast, Harry got his backpack from upstairs. Ginny was also ready to leave for training but was waiting for him to leave first. She did not want to leave him alone with her mother.

"Thank you for letting me stay," Harry told Molly warmly. "The food was great again. You have to give me that recipe."

Her mum smiled eagerly. "Oh, stop it, Harry. I will give you that recipe, I promise." She waved him off.

Ginny walked him to the apparition point. "Now you are just doing it on purpose, aren't you?"

"She's nice," Harry told her.

"Isn't she a bit much?" Ginny asked her. Her mum could be a bit overwhelming at times.

Harry shook his head with a smile. "No, it's quite okay." He turned to her completely as they reached the end of the garden. "Listen, can you come by tonight? I know we have nothing planned but we should talk about something."

Ginny's eyebrows rose. "Something bad?"

Harry shook his head. "Nothing bad, don't worry about it."

"I will worry about it all day," she told him. She frowned. "Harry, if you're falling for me, you can just say."

"Will you stop saying that!" he told her, looking mildly annoyed. He raised his eyebrows. "You know you're really full of yourself? Expecting people to just fall for you..."

She met his eyes. "You brought it up first."

"Just come tonight, okay?" Harry said.

She nodded. "I'll come by after dinner."

"Okay." He pulled her close and kissed her quickly. "I am pretty sure your mother is watching."

"Probably," she agreed.

He stepped out of the garden. He waved and then apparated. She walked back inside.

"Have you met his parents yet?" her mum asked.

Ginny froze and looked at her mother. "No, and I am not going to."

Her mum looked at her in confusion. "Why not?"

"It's a little complicated, seeing as they are dead," Ginny told her blankly.

Her mum's jaw dropped in surprise, courtesy of her odd delivery. "Ginny, that is no joking matter."

"I am sorry," she replied half-heartedly. She picked up her tea and sipped the rest of it.

"Both of his parents are dead?" her mum asked now, her brows furrowing.

Ginny watched her mother's expression closely. "Yes..."

"Poor boy!" her mum went, sadness clear in her eyes. "I had no clue."

"Mum," she said, leaning closer to her. "You cannot adopt my boyfriend. He is a grown man."

Her mum seemed tearful as she looked at her daughter. "He doesn't have a family..."

"Yes. And it is tragic, but I need to get to training," she said. She stepped to her mum and kissed her cheek. "Bye mum, see you tonight."

Her mum smiled at her absent-mindedly. "Yes, until tonight, dear."

When Ginny walked outside, her mother was still wearing a deep frown. Ginny assumed she would have to have another conversation about it later.

A/N: Ope. I wonder what Harry wants to tell her... Poor Ginny will be worried all day.