A/N: I struggled to fill one gap in this chapter, and then it hit me when I was at work. Thankfully I still remembered when I got home and managed to finalise the chapter! More in-bed scenes... evidently.

She walked out of the training centre to find Harry waiting for her as agreed. She walked up to him. "Hi."

"You'll have to kiss me," he said softly. "Guy with a camera at three o'clock."

"Mine or yours?" she responded.

"Yours," he said, pushing off the fence and closing the space between them.

She quickly glanced that way and spotted the guy. She stood up on her tiptoes and kissed him. His hand came to her back to stabilise her.

"That will do," she commented.

He nodded and held out his hand for her to take to apparate to his house. Once inside she put her bag down.

"There's a takeaway place about a block away," Harry said. "Muggle place so they won't come in too close, hopefully."

"Sounds fine," she agreed. "Let's get my acting face on."

He chuckled. "Can't wait to see that."

They stepped back outside, pretending not to see the reporters as they started walking.

"Hold my hand," she said, holding it out.

He took it and entwined their fingers for good measure. "How did your mum deal with the new article?" he asked.

"Absolutely great. She adores you. When we break up, she shall be devasted," she said.

"If you want, I can be a bit shittier to you, make it easier on her," Harry suggested.

Ginny looked up at him, amused. "That's strangely considerate." She shook her head. "But no. She always tells me I have bad taste in men. At least this way I can prove her wrong."

He chuckled. "I think that's cheating."

She shrugged. She looked up to see the takeaway place. The queue of waiting people ran outside. "You picked something with a queue on purpose, right?"

"Yes. Need them to get their photos in. We can really put in an effort." They joined the end of the queue. She let go of his hand and faced him. He smiled. "Do you want to see my smoulder? I've been working on it."

"Go on then."

His eyes locked with her, one eyebrow raising slightly as he cocked his head to the side. She bit the inside of her cheeks but burst out laughing. She recomposed herself.

"It's really good," she assured him.

He laughed too. "I thought so!" They stepped forward in the queue slowly.

"Want to see what madly in love looks like?" she said.

"Oh, for sure," he answered excitedly.

"Okay, pretend you're complimenting me." She positioned herself closer to him.

"I think the golden flecks in your eyes are really cute," Harry replied immediately.

She giggled and leaned against him, her arms wrapping around his waist as she leaned against his chest. She looked up and met his eyes, making sure to look completely enamoured. "Stop it," she said with another fake chuckle.

"I would have believed that," he admitted while smiling brightly.

She gave a short nod. "It has been tried and tested."

"All those poor men... you'll have them all fooled," he responded. His hand slipped up her side. As it came higher, she stopped him.

"Not that spot," she said. "It's sensitive."

His eyebrows raised, his hand remaining there.

"No, Harry. I am telling you. You can't do that; you'll get me all hot and bothered. Don't start something you're not going to finish."

He smiled smugly and his thumb rubbed over the spot.

"Hey!" she objected. "You can't send me home horny."

"I won't," he muttered. Their eyes locked. "I have reconsidered..."

Her eyes lit up. "We're having sex again? Yes!"

He chuckled. "Your enthusiasm is encouraging."

"What about all the feelings garbage?" she asked, trying to ignore how his hand kept rubbing that spot.

"I think I realised that sex is not necessarily the contributing factor to feelings and it's like you said, if we are selling this whole thing... may as well. I don't think it will change anything to have more sex." His hand halted. "And you can easily keep up the lie towards your parents if you stay over regularly."

She smiled. "Very considerate of you."

"Have you applied for the English team for the World Cup?" Ginny asked after they finished their dinner.

Harry nodded. "Yes, we actually stand a chance this year. What about you?"

"I did. But if I had known you were applying for Seeker, I wouldn't have bothered, I stand no chance against you. Hopefully Chaser then," she said.

He looked at her in surprise. "You're a Seeker too?"

"On occasion," she replied with a shrug. "I prefer being a Chaser though but it's fun once in a while. Our Seeker isn't trying out so I thought I would give it a shot."

Harry frowned. "Why isn't she applying?"

Ginny sighed. "She got a parasite."

"What?" Harry asked in confusion.

"Yes. She decided to keep it. In a few months she can put it in cute little clothes."

Realisation dawned on his face. "She's having a baby."

"Yes." She grinned.

Harry let out a laugh. "That's one way of putting it."

"Our team seems more susceptible to it than most," she said.

"That's what you get for playing on a women-only team," he said, crossing his arms. "Only one in the league."

She frowned. "Oh, I am sorry. How many women are on your team?"

"None, okay. But it's not a rule. We just happened to all be men," he defended.

"Sexism," she said.

He nodded. "I am sure you're right about that. Why else make a whole separate team and hog some of the best players out there?"

She smiled. "Precisely... But no Seeking for me at the World Cup I suppose. I can outfly a few Seekers but not her or you. I'm hopeful about a Chaser spot though."

"We could be on the same team then," Harry said excitedly.

"You're just forgetting one thing," Ginny said. "We will —hopefully– be broken up by then. We will have to pretend to be exes."

"Hopefully? Already trying to get rid of me?" Harry replied, taking up his glass to take a sip with a shake of his head.

"I am willing to keep this up a few weeks but not months on end. That's tedious. Not to mention neither of us can date as long as this is going on." She thought about it. "Although if sex is involved, maybe it's not that bad."

"So, you will be at Seeker tryouts?" Harry returned to their previous topic.

She nodded. "Yep. I guess we will continue running into each other anyway after this."

"We could have an amicable breakup," he suggested. "Remain friends."

"If they'll let us do that, doesn't sound like enough drama," she argued.

"Possible."

They stood up and cleared the table. When they were done, she turned towards him. "Now you have something to finish."

He glanced down at her body. "If you are staying the night anyway, we got time."

She stepped closer to him. "With how much time you take," she teased. "And you started foreplay like an hour ago."

Harry groaned. "Can't believe you keep making fun of me for wanting to take my time!"

She turned around and walked out of the kitchen. "I don't mind actually, you're just so fun to tease." She pulled her shirt off and threw it at him. He caught it. "You better not be too far behind me, or I'll be undressed by the time you get there!" she shouted as she ran up the stairs. She could hear him hurrying after her.

She let herself drop onto the bed and Harry crashed into her and she laughed.

"Don't even think about it," he said between laughs.

She moved her hands to her trousers, but he kept slapping them away and it only made her laugh harder. "Can't believe a guy is begging me not to undress."

"I want to do the honours," he said lowly, his hand coming to cover her zipper so she couldn't touch it.

He guided her up on the bed and she followed. He settled between her legs. She was already aching for him, but she knew she would just have to be patient. He kissed her slowly. She brought one hand up into his hair, the other snaked under his shirt up his back, caressing the skin. His hand returned to that sensitive spot and rubbed it softly. His hips ground into hers and she moaned into his mouth. She moved her hips to meet his grinds. They moved slowly, hips moving together as hands roamed.

Harry turned them on their side, and she shifted closer, eager to reconnect their hips, craving the sensation. He pulled her close quickly and then his fingers moved to unhook her bra. He pulled it off her and then his hands moved to her trousers, but she stopped him. She continued to grind her hips against him, looking into his begging eyes, desperate to continue. She licked her lips.

"Ginny," he moaned.

She released his hands and watched him fumble with the button because now he had gotten impatient. He grumbled to himself as he pulled her trousers down her legs. He was about to hook his fingers into her panties, but she stopped him again. "Your turn."

"Honestly, I think we should be able to log this as cardio," Ginny said as Harry stepped out of his bed and into his underwear.

He chuckled. "Right?" He walked out of the room and towards the bathroom.

She looked about the room now that he was gone. It was tidier than it had been the last time. She shook her head with a chuckle, it showed he had very much planned to get her back into bed.

He walked back in and to her surprise, he was wearing glasses.

She frowned in confusion. "You wear glasses."

"Yeah," he said.

"But I've never seen you wear them... how the fuck are you a Seeker without glasses?"

He chuckled. "There are muggle contact lenses. You put them in your eyes," he explained. "You're supposed to take them out at night, but I made some magical adaptions to it, so they stay longer."

"No," she said resolutely. "I have looked into your eyes enough and I've never seen it!"

"Do you want to see?" he asked, crossing his arms as he stood midway the room.

"Yes!" she said. She pushed the sheets to the side. She grabbed her underwear and put it on. "My shirt is still downstairs I guess?"

"Just take mine," he said, walking out of the room again.

She grabbed his shirt and pulled it over her head, quickly following him into the bathroom. He took out a plastic container with two sides and screwed one side open. He pointed at it. She bent down and looked at it curiously. She could see the outline of it in the liquid, but she was still confused.

"Do you charm it to go into your eye?" she asked as she looked back up at him.

"I am sure that's a good way to go blind," he replied. "No, I put it on my finger and into my eye."

She looked at him expectantly. He sighed and took his glasses off again. He lifted her up on the counter and she gasped in surprise but then settled on it. She watched as he took the contact out and put it correctly on his finger before putting it in his eye. Her jaw dropped. She reached out to his face and pulled him in closer.

"Okay, now I can see it but that's wild," she let out. "Can I put the other one in your eye?"

"Absolutely not," he said. "I haven't known you long enough for you to be sticking fingers into my eyes."

She crossed her arms and leaned back. "That's big considering where you have been sticking things."

"It takes practice and it's harder on someone else, so no fingers in my eyes." He took the lens out again and returned it to its container. He put his glasses back on.

She looked at him silently for a moment, squinting her eyes. "You know you look better with glasses on. Why don't you wear them more often?"

He looked down and bit his lip. "I used to, but the older I get, the more I look like my dad and the glasses don't help. Some days that's difficult." He stepped out of the bathroom and came back with a picture frame and handed it to her.

She looked at the couple in the photo, smiling happily at the camera. The black-haired man kissed her temple as his arms wrapped around her waist. She looked up at the man currently in the bathroom with her. The similarities were striking. "You do look like him." She looked at the picture again. "You didn't say you were an honorary redhead, Harry."

"What?"

She pointed at his mum. "Your mum's a redhead."

He quirked an eyebrow. "Is that important?"

"Maybe not to most people," she said, studying the photo further.

"I would argue my mum was a redhead but you're... ginger."

She rolled her eyes. "We can't create such divisions amongst us redheads. We are already a minority."

He smiled. "My apologies." He pointed at his mum. "Careful, she got a parasite there."

She looked closer and now saw the soft curve of the woman's stomach. "Aw! Is that you?" She looked back up at him.

He nodded. "Yes." He took the picture back and placed it in the hallway again. He walked back in.

"Glasses are sexy on you though," she said, hopping off the counter.

"Thanks. I'll take it into consideration," he said softly.

"Can I ask you a favour?" he asked as they settled on the bed again.

"Depends," she said slowly. "What is it?"

"I, uh, kind of told the guys from my team that we are actually dating, the same way you told your mum." He sighed. "They were still giving me such shit for the game, and it isn't fair and I hoped they'd get off my back about it if I told them that."

"Did it work?"

"It did. They teased me about you all day but they weren't angry anymore so I could handle that," he said.

"And what's the favour?" she asked.

"We're all going out for drinks on Friday, it would be nice if you joined. They're eager to meet you." He seemed unsure. "It's kind of public so it'll work for the reporters but obviously we'll be under closer scrutiny."

"If my mother hasn't seen through my lies yet, then I don't see why your teammates would. We may just want to agree on a backstory, but I think you catching me ties everything together nicely," she said.

"Okay, so I am just letting you do all the talking, right? You come up with whatever you want," he spoke.

She grinned. "Whatever I want?"

His eyes widened. "No, I now realise that is a dangerous idea."

"Very dangerous." She smiled at him. "Are there things I should know about you?"

Harry frowned at her. "Like what?"

"Things you have said about dating or something..." She thought about it. "Maybe you would never date someone who smokes..."

"Do you smoke?" he asked.

She shook her head. "No."

"Then why bring it up," he muttered.

She folded her legs and leaned back on her hands. "It was just an example."

"I have a scar on my lower back from a fall, I didn't tell my parents and so they didn't heal it," he said now.

Ginny nodded. "Can I see?"

"You are a curious one, aren't you?" Harry said although he was already turning so she could see.

"I am your alleged girlfriend; I should know some things. And I am just genuinely interested," she said. She looked at his lower back but couldn't detect any scar. She leaned in closer. "I don't see it."

"Lower," he commented, and his hand reached back to push the band of his underwear down just a little.

Ginny now spotted the small scar she hadn't noticed before. She ran her finger across it softly and he shuddered. "Sorry," she muttered. "What happened?"

"I fell out of a tree onto antlers," he said, turning back. "My mum was very angry when she found out."

"Antlers?" she asked.

"Yeah, my dad left them there, his animagus form was a stag —my mum's was too, a doe I mean— and he left them there, I fell onto it. I knew I was not supposed to be in a tree so I didn't say anything but evidently one should not leave their antlers around." His eyebrows raised as he caught her expression.

"They had compatible animagus forms, they must have really loved each other..." she said quietly.

"They did," he spoke. "They did everything together..." His expression fell. "That's how they both became aurors and..."

"I am sorry," she apologised quickly so he didn't need to finish his sentence. "I pried again."

He shook his head. "It's okay, I brought it up." His eyes locked with hers again. "What about you? I already know I shouldn't ask about your six brothers."

"Nuh-uh."

"Or your mother," he added.

She shook her head.

"What else?" he asked.

"I am a Gryffindor," she said. "But you were home-schooled..."

"Both my parents were Gryffindors, so I likely would have been too."

"Then you would have been in my brother's class, and my ex-boyfriend's..." she trailed off.

He looked at her eagerly. "Now we are getting into interesting territory, tell me about the ex-boyfriend."

She laid down beside him. "He was my first serious boyfriend, we dated for about a year. He was great but..."

"What?" he asked.

She turned her head and met his eyes. "I don't know. He just wasn't it for me I guess. And he was gallant..."

Harry looked confused. "That's bad?"

"No." She paused. "Yes. It was just over the top and overbearing. I felt suffocated. We are still friends, though. He is a good guy."

"Anything else I should know about?" he asked.

She turned to him. "You know about the freckles."

He grinned. "They're kind of hard to miss to be fair."

"I am the first girl to be born into the Weasley family in seven generations and I am the seventh child... it is said I broke a curse put on our family," she told him.

"You're like a lucky charm," he said. "Do I get extra luck for catching the lucky charm before she shattered her skull?"

She shrugged. "I think that would earn you some credit." She cocked her head. "What else?"

He frowned. "I don't like when people steal my clothes."

"What an odd thing to say," she commented.

His eyes dropped down and she chuckled, realising she was still in his shirt. She pulled the sheets up her torso and then pulled off his shirt and shoved it into his chest. He threw it aside. His hand ducked under the cover and found her waist, pulling her closer.

"Smooth," she told him, their faces barely apart.

"I have my moments," he said.

She kept squirming around trying to find a comfortable way to sleep.

Harry sighed. "What's wrong with you? You're like a Niffler digging for gold."

She twisted again. "It's known I am a gold digger." She adjusted the sheet. "I don't know what's wrong."

He reached out to her and pulled her to him, wrapping his arms tightly around her until she stopped moving. He put a leg over her too so her legs would stop moving. "Be quiet."

She stopped moving and leaned her head against his chest, exhaling.

"Wait, that worked?" he asked in surprise.

"I think I figured out what it is," she spoke. "Your room is kind of cold and you're toasty warm."

"It isn't cold in here," he argued. "Any warmer and I'll sweat my ass off at night." His hold loosened but he didn't move his arms. "I suppose this is an acceptable compromise."

She adjusted the sheets a final time. "That works for me."

"You know you rolled into me the other day too," Harry told her.

"Was probably freezing my toes off in my sleep," she muttered.

He snorted. "You are so dramatic. You're naked in here the whole time and then suddenly when you need to go to sleep, it's too cold?"

"For one thing if I stay moving, I won't get cold and second ... you tend to be rather close then too. Didn't get a chance to feel the room."

"You do have an explanation for everything."

She moved and put a leg over his waist and an arm as well.

"Oh, come on. At least put some clothes on if you're going to get that close." He groaned. "How the fuck am I supposed to sleep if you drape yourself across me."

She giggled against his chest. She got back up and threw his shirt back on and threw him his underwear while she stepped into hers. She got under the covers. He was on his back and she snuggled against him, putting her leg and arm over him again. She sighed happily. "Yes, this is it."

"If you say one more word, I am sending you to the guest room," he said.

"Is it cold in there?" she replied.

His hand came to cover her mouth. He released it softly.

"I am sorry, I'll sleep over there, quietly," she said, starting to move away.

His arm held onto her shoulder. "No, this is nice. I don't exactly get held much being a home-schooled orphan."

She settled back against him. "Now it's a pity cuddle."

It was silent for a moment and then he spoke again. "When your mum hugged me after dinner, I almost cried."

She moaned. "That's just sad!" She held him a little more tightly. "She does have the motherly hug down to a pat."

Harry hummed. "She does."

Ginny rinsed the shampoo out of her hair when she suddenly heard the door of the bathroom close. She paused, her heart beating. "Harry?" she let out carefully.

Harry yelped and then a string of curses followed.

Ginny peaked her head past the shower curtain. Harry looked like he had been ambushed by the Weasley twins. He held his hand over his heart. "Lock the door perhaps!"

"Maybe knock!" she shot back. "And I did lock the door!"

Harry stilled and his mouth dropped in an 'o'. "I forgot. I have charmed all doors to unlock at my touch. I didn't think about it. I was half asleep until a moment ago."

She shook her head. "I thought I was about to get kidnapped."

"I am sorry," he said, running a hand through his hair. He looked at her. "Could you please close the curtain again? I really need to pee."

She frowned. "Harry, I have seen your thingy before."

"Thingy?"

She grimaced. "I didn't want to say dick but in hindsight, that was the better option. I didn't mean to ... belittle it." She barely resisted smiling. "You're perfectly–"

"Ginny, you can keep talking about my dick all you want but can you please close the curtain, I can't pee like that," he said in an urgent tone.

"Oh, alright." She closed the curtain again. "Do you want me to keep talking about your dick? I am sure I can come up with some colourful adjectives."

"Please don't make me laugh right now," he said. She could hear him pee.

"I just wanted to say there were no complaints dickwise, but I don't know if that's helpful since you're currently holding it," she said as she finished her shower.

There was a pause. "Who says I am not going hands-free?" he retorted.

"If you are I want to see that," she replied. She turned the water off.

"I am not," he replied. She could now hear the water of the sink running so she assumed it was safe to exit the shower.

She pushed the curtain aside and stepped out, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around her body. "Had I known I was staying over again, I would have bothered bringing more items. Now I smell like a man."

Harry snorted. "You smell like me. You've smelled better."

She turned around to him. "Don't men like that?"

"That you smell like me? Perhaps if we were dating... I prefer it when you smell like flowers."

Her eyebrows raised. "Flowers? You should be able to pick up which ones," she teased.

"You mean lavender and lilies?" he said without hesitation.

She shut her mouth and nodded. She glanced back up at him. "Perhaps I underestimated you." She looked at herself in the mirror and then at him. "Are you going to keep chilling here?"

Harry cleared his throat uncomfortably. "I didn't want to leave you mid-sentence and you haven't stopped talking. What do you want for breakfast?"

"An omelette, beans, and sausage. And tea." She shook her head. "Whatever you are having is fine."

He nodded and turned to the door.

"Hey," she said. He halted, looking back up at her. She looked solemn. "So did you catch feelings for me now?"

"No," he deadpanned. He stepped outside. "You wish!" He closed the door.

She chuckled to herself and got dressed, safe for her shirt. She walked downstairs and looked for it but didn't immediately spot it. She took out her wand. "Accio shirt." She caught it and pulled it on as she walked into the kitchen. She looked in surprise as Harry made her exactly the breakfast she asked for. "Harry..."

He smiled. "You challenged the wrong guy."

"Into breakfast?" she said, looking at the omelette in the pan. "Not bad, I'd say."

He chuckled. "I always say I am a catch, but no one ever takes the time to figure that out."

"You have got to stop saying things that are just kind of sad," she said. "I will vouch for you." She leaned against the counter. "Breakup interview," she started eagerly, and she could see Harry's corner of his mouth quirk. "We had our difference but now we are apart what I will miss the most is the great food and the amazing sex. Of course, his good looks weren't too bad to look at either. I still dream of his gorgeous eyes. He broke my heart, because of how amazing he was."

"People are going to think you are not right in the head if you say that," he said, moving around her to set the food on the table.

"We'll just blame it on the bludger hit," she waved his concerns away as she followed him to the table. They sat down. Ginny threw a glance at the window. "Can't wait for the reporters outside," she said. "It's convenient now but I don't understand if you live in the city, why you don't use a Fidelius charm to hide your house?"

He grimaced at her. She cocked her head in question. He sighed.

"Well. It's just me, isn't it? Orphan, living relatives don't give a shit about me. I was home-schooled so I have next to no friends, and I am single most of the time. If something happens to me, how long would it take for someone to notice and check on me? Sure, if I die, the house would be visible again but who would know I lived here in the first place?"

She covered her face with her hands, breathing in. She looked over her fingers. "Profoundly sad."

"Sorry."

She shook her head. "I can't even imagine."

"Most people don't know that's why I don't... most of my teammates don't..." He looked at her. "You're easy to talk to. Or perhaps I know I don't have to worry about scaring you away."

"At least I hope you can consider me a friend during all this, I think we've become friendly." She smiled softly.

"I would have to agree. Then again, 'fuck buddies' implies being 'buddies' so there's that."

She chewed her lip, trying to come up with something more to say to comfort him. She took a bite. She decided to drop it. "I do think we get along well quickly." She leaned closer to him. "Have we met in another life?"

He pointed his finger at her. "Aha! I thought you looked familiar."

An owl landed on the window and Harry stood up and took the paper from the owl. He looked down. "Your goo-goo eyes made the front page. See more on page seven!"

She snatched the Daily Prophet from him and slapped it open. "A whole photo compilation of our walk to the takeout place, how thrilling." She looked up at him. "You are applauded for carrying the food home, like a man."

Harry chuckled. "Told you there'd be comments."

She stood up and ran upstairs to get her items. Harry was putting on his shoes when she got back down, also getting ready to leave.

"See you on Friday?" she asked as she stood with her hand on the doorknob.

He nodded and then put his hands on his hips. "What? No goodbye kiss today?"

Her face scrunched up in humoured disdain. She stepped back to him, grabbing him by his collar to pull him down. She planted a firm kiss on his lips, lingering for a moment. His arms came around her. She leaned away. He looked amused. He licked his lips as he looked at her.

"I will always one-up you, so don't try," she said.

He chuckled. "You're unstoppable."

She looked at his arms still around her. "I am going to go."

He let go of her. "Yes, of course. Goodbye, my love. Have a great practice today."

"You too, my honey," she replied. She laughed at the ridiculousness of the situation and stepped out of the door.

"Weasley, you smell like man," Livvy said as Ginny set her bag down on the bench.

"Showered at Harry's, I didn't bring my stuff yet," she clarified. "The papers eat it up if I am there in the morning."

Livvy offered her an amused look. "Do you sleep in his bed?"

Ginny shoved Livvy playfully. "No, Liv. What are you playing at?"

"Are you blind?!" Livvy said. "He's one of the hottest guys in the league and you're at his house." She raised her eyebrows. "I'd shoot my shot if it were me."

"I am supposed to keep this whole theatre up for a while, I don't want to overcomplicate it. I better get along with him."

Livvy smiled. "It was getting along I am suggesting, Ginny."

She put her hand on her hip. "I have enough nosy people in my life, I don't need you to add to it."

Livvy huffed. "Killjoy. You need to have more fun."

"Sweetie, that's your last name, not mine." She pulled her hair up in a ponytail. "My mother loves him though. It's annoying."

"You didn't tell her?!" she said. "Is he playing along?"

Ginny grinned. "He's willing to keep it up. Just needed to warn him about my mom's ambition to get me married in a jiffy. He thought it was funny." She rolled her eyes.

"Morning," Tara said as she came in. "What's up?"

"We're just talking about what everyone is talking about," Livvy said with a grin at Tara.

"Oh, shut up," Ginny said, feeling herself turn red under the attention. "He didn't tell his teammates it was a ruse either. You'll have to keep that one quiet too."

The two looked at her curiously, eager for her to go on.

"They were pissed he caught me instead of the Snitch. He was forgiven once he said that his feelings were in the way. I am expected to keep it up in front of his teammates too," she told them.

"Why did he catch you anyway?" Livvy asked.

Ginny shook her head. "I don't know. And I was barely conscious then. I guess he was just concerned."

Isabelle came in sipping her coffee. "The ineligible Chaser of the year is here."

Ginny pouted. "Isa, you are married."

Isabelle's cup paused in front of her mouth. "Does that mean you're about to get your title revoked?"

"Don't think they're going to make my relationship last that long, to be fair," she replied. "So no. Why? Are you getting divorced?"

Isabelle shook her head. "No, of course not."

Ginny sat down on the bench. She put her shoes on and started to tie them.

Cayla walked in silently and sat down on the bench. Livvy patted her shoulder.

"Still so sick?" Tara asked.

Cayla nodded. "I frankly don't know what the thing has against me. Can't wait to get up in the air, at least that helps."

Ginny chuckled. "Who knew flying is good against morning sickness."

Livvy turned around. "My mum swears by it."

"Yes, but Liv, your mother is like ... a Quidditch legend. Of course she does, we all would. We just enjoy being in the air. "