Ginny walked into the meeting room, greeting her teammates. She put her suitcase against the wall and sat down at the table.

"How is your engagement?" Livvy asked.

"Do shut up," Ginny retorted, though she was smiling.

Cayla eyed her. "How did that rumour start?"

She sighed and folded her hands on the table. "We got a little drunk and the waiter was asking us questions. One thing led to another…" She shook her head. "The public must be so disappointed we aren't actually engaged."

Cayla patted her back. "I'm just glad you're keeping the attention off me." She patted her stomach. "And keep this one under wraps."

"You're welcome," Ginny said. "Are you even supposed to join the boot camp?"

"I talked to Gwenog about it and I've been given an alternative schedule for some training; she really wants me to finish the season. I am glad about that." She smiled. "Did your Seeker tryouts go okay?"

She nodded. "I think so. Harry caught more snitches, of course, but I expected that. I definitely did decent enough."

"I heard Chudley's Patrick left after five minutes," Livvy said.

"He did," Ginny confirmed. "I think he could have saved it still, but their season has been so bad; I think he was just a little defeated."

Gwenog walked in and everyone fell silent. She stood at the end of the table, looking excited for the upcoming week. "First of all, I want to congratulate all of you who have participated in the tryouts. You all delivered performances worthy of this team." She took up her wand. "Now, I shall reveal where we are travelling for our bootcamp." She pointed her wand and the board and it spelled out 'Isle of Man'.

"What!" Livvy let out. "We could apparate there. We could fly there."

"Are we flying there?" Tara asked.

Gwenog put her hands on her waist. "Ladies. We are not going to be sightseeing. You won't have time for it."

Ginny shared worried looks with her teammates. They had hoped to have some time to relax.

"I want to prepare all of you for being in a different environment, other conditions. We have the League Cup, and some of you will have the World Cup. I won't have anyone ruining our reputation." She paused and looked at everyone, lingering on Carrie before moving on. "We will do endurance flights around the islands, obstacle courses… It will be a true test for yourself individually and as a team. And we will be ready for the semi-finals."

"Or too dead to fly," Tara commented under her breath.

"It is starting to get likelier and likelier you're going up against your boo at the finals," Livvy whispered.

"Doesn't matter," she whispered back. "Maybe we'll finally be broken up then."

Gwenog continued. "The portkey will leave in 30 minutes. You only need to take your broom; your suitcases will be delivered later."

Gwenog had not been kidding. As soon as they arrived, training started. After a short warmup, they were made to fly around the island for two hours at high speeds. After that, they went straight into an obstacle course, without being allowed to rest for more than two minutes.

For the remainder of the day, Ginny, the two other Chasers and the Keeper were put on Quaffle practice. They all held a Quaffle and had to toss it, without dropping any. Gwenog only stopped at 6 PM, when they were finally shown to their hotel rooms.

Ginny hopped into the shower, wishing she could stay there a little longer but she had to join her teammates for dinner. After that, no one wanted to go out, as Gwenog had predicted. Ginny tucked into bed early and dozed off quickly.

Tuesday she was a little more mentally prepared for the bootcamp. She was ready to push her body. She did so well, Gwenog smiled approvingly at her during their far too short lunch. They trained again until 6.

She was exhausted by the time she got into bed, but stared up at the ceiling, unable to get to sleep. She hadn't realised how she had gotten used to winding down with Harry after an especially tiring training. Not having access to him, she decided to take matters into her own hands.

She turned onto her stomach and put her hand into her underwear. She closed her eyes, imagining Harry was there with her. The mental image helped somewhat, but she missed the feel of his body. She pulled her underwear down and dove two fingers inside. She didn't get the desired friction.

She buried her face in the pillow, trying to focus. She thought about Harry's hands, softly caressing her as he pushed into her. She imagined his lips brushing against hers… His endearing green eyes focused on her. She felt her body relax and give into the pleasure. She sighed. She thought back to the time he fucked her so deliciously slow on the couch. She slowed her pace too, matching the memory.

By Thursday, Ginny felt like her body was adapting to the intensive training. It ached less. Unfortunately, Gwenog made them go back out after dinner, because according to her, the lighting was different and it was a good training opportunity.

Ginny showered after, trying to ease her sore muscles with the hot water. She pulled a bathrobe on, not bothering with more clothes. She made sure the door was closed and then settled on the bed.

She undid her bathrobe, thinking how Harry would enjoy unwrapping her. She opened her legs, softly teasing her clit. She thought of him, settling against her. The way he'd toy with her hair, bury his face in it as he came. She missed the weight of him on top of her.

She almost groaned in frustration that she needed to think of him and just him as she touched herself. That never used to happen before. Her fingers dove further down. She let his name slip from her lips as she teased herself, getting into it. He knew how to spur her on her so well.

A knock on the door caused her to freeze. She opened her eyes, her heart pounding. The knock came again. She pulled the bathrobe closed again and stood up. She looked through the peephole. Harry was at the other side of the door. She glanced back at her room, wondering if she was dreaming. She looked through it again. Harry stood waiting patiently.

She opened the door. "Harry?"

"Hey," he spoke.

"What are you doing here?" she asked, glancing down the corridor. It was thankfully empty.

"Management's idea, I thought you knew? I heard you say my name just a minute before."

Her eyes widened, cheeks hot.

Harry smiled smugly as he eyed her bathrobe. "Were you doing what I think you were doing?"

He stepped inside and she walked backwards. He closed the door. She wasn't sure what to say, she still was processing he was here. She didn't reply.

His hands reached out to the front of her bathrobe tentatively. "May I?"

Considering he seemed so intrigued by the thought, she nodded. He undid the knot she had hastily put in and pulled it open, holding it by the lapels. His eyes tracked down her body. One of his hands reached between her legs. His fingers felt the wetness of her inner thigh and then tracked up. She felt exposed, but it turned her on to let him discover.

His hand pulled back and he rubbed his fingers together to feel the wetness. He looked at her, eyes dark. "Moaning my name, were we?"

She pulled her robe closed for a moment. "Perhaps." His hands took hold of her robe again and pushed her up against the wall and it inevitably fell open again. She locked eyes with him boldly. "I got lonely, and you weren't here—or so I thought."

He swallowed. "Makes me feel better about yesterday, was in the shower thinking of you in there with me…"

She pushed her knee between his legs, teasing his thigh. "Had I known you were coming, I wouldn't have started without you." She wrapped her arms around his neck, pushed her naked body up against him and kissed him.

He responded immediately, pushing her further against the wall, kissing her deeply. She could feel his growing erection poking against her stomach through his jeans. She felt more wetness travelling down and she guided Harry's hand so he could feel it. His finger traced across, teasing her. He caressed her thigh softly. Her hands went to his belt buckle, quickly opening his trousers.

She pushed them down together with his underwear. Her fingers teased him and she could feel him react. They were both eager. She wrapped her hand around the base and leaned into his ear. "I need you."

His hands came to her butt, lifting her up. She braced herself against the wall and wrapped her legs around him. He pushed into her swiftly.

"Oh, yes," she moaned happily.

He didn't take a moment and quickly pulled back out, holding her up. Her imagination could have never cooked up this. He started thrusting into her quickly, holding her hips tightly to guide her.

"Tuesday," she started. "I got lonely Tuesday as well." She breathed out, holding him tighter. "Came on my fingers, thinking of you."

Harry let out an aroused growl, pushing in deeper. "Fuck."

They were reduced to silence and Harry kept his pace. She felt the pleasure building. She moaned his name like she had done before he showed up.

"I'm close." His voice was raspy, his cheeks flushed. "Cum for me."

She nodded; she was close too. She was fighting her orgasm and tried to hold off until she felt him cum. She couldn't resist it any longer and let it take over her body in waves. She pressed her lips together to avoid making too much noise. Harry came too, riding out his orgasm.

He stopped, buried inside her and she took a deep breath, letting her head drop against the wall. She locked eyes with him and grinned.

"Good to see you again," he said conversationally.

She nodded. "Likewise."

She untangled her legs and he pulled out, carefully putting her back on the floor. She felt some of his cum trickle back out but she ignored it. She tied her bathrobe again and he pulled up his trousers. He buttoned it but didn't bother to close his belt.

Harry dove into the bathroom and came back with a damp washcloth. He opened her bathrobe just enough to gently clean between her legs.

"I still don't understand what you're doing here," she asked, looking down at him.

He righted himself, throwing the washcloth into the bathroom again. "Oh. Management found it important to show our relationship is going strong despite saying we are not engaged."

"Does Gwenog know about this?" Something told her that her Captain wouldn't be happy if Harry showed up unannounced.

Harry nodded. "Yes, she confirmed this morning. They did put me up in a separate room, for obvious reasons."

"That makes sense," Ginny said. "How long are you staying?"

He grimaced. "I am not sure if you're going to like this. We'll stay later than the team, come back Saturday evening."

"Why would that be an issue?" she asked warily.

"Because you are going home later than expected?" He shrugged, taking a step back from her so they'd have more space. "I did let your parents know so they don't get worried."

"Thank you," she said softly. "That's very thoughtful."

"You'd the same for me." He smiled at her, and then his brow furrowed. "If they were alive."

"Sure," she agreed. "Are you sleeping here, or will you be a good boy and sleep in your own bed?"

He chuckled, locking eyes. "When have I ever been a good boy?" He looked towards the door. "I'll go get my backpack so I have the essentials. I'll keep my suitcase there, seems more believable."

Ginny nodded in agreement and he walked towards the door. She stopped him and he turned to her. She buckled his belt for him. "You can't go out with your belt open. Besides, if one of the girls finds you like that in the corridor, I may never see you again."

He laughed. "Well, we wouldn't want that."

While he went to retrieve his backpack, she walked back to her bed. Harry came back quickly and set his backpack down.

"How has bootcamp been?" Harry asked.

"Gwenog is even more ruthless here and we've been training 10 to 12 hours a day. She only cuts Cayla some slack." She scooted to make place for him. "Almost made Livvy throw up, but she made the mistake of having a drink with dinner."

"Oof," Harry commented. He sat down beside her. "You must have sore muscles and I've got you up against the wall."

She laughed, patting his leg. "You did most of the work, it's okay." She shot him a look. "It's why I have to wind down before I can sleep. I get my mind in such a focus, it's hard to doze off."

"I get it," he said. He glanced down. "Are you still in need of winding down?"

"I would, but my muscles may actually object this time," she replied, considering positions.

His hand came to her cheek and his face neared hers. "I'll take it nice and slow, so you can relax."

"It's difficult to object to that," she replied. "I'm so glad you're here."

He smiled in reply. He pushed her bathrobe off her shoulders and guided her to lie down on the bed. He took his clothes off by himself, but slow enough that she could watch. As soon as he was within reach, she pulled him down on the bed.

He hovered over her, kissing her slowly. His weight settled against her and he moved her knee. His hand came between her legs again, checking if she was ready for him. Then he positioned himself and pushed in slowly. He ground into her, settling against her as his mouth found hers.

She hummed happily, it felt intimate with him so closely tucked into her. This was precisely the position she had been imagining them in before he turned up. She wondered if she should tell him that, if it would turn him on.

She disconnected her mouth from his and he buried his face into her hair.

"I was just thinking about you exactly like this with me before you knocked," she said.

His head moved so he could look at her. "You like it like this, huh?"

"Yes." She rubbed his back, using her hand to guide him in deeper. "I like it when you take it slow."

He bit her earlobe softly. "That's news to me."

She chuckled and Harry let out an amused huff.

His nose pushed against her cheekbone. "What else… were you imagining?"

"That'd you'd enjoy unwrapping my bathrobe," she commented. "I suppose you're a little predictable."

"I would prefer it if you would call it consistent instead," he retorted. Then he smiled, showing he was joking.

She lifted her hips a little and then wrapped her legs around him. Harry pushed back in completely, hitting just the right spot. She couldn't help the moan that escaped her throat.

"Don't you dare change the angle," she threatened.

He moved his hips again. "Just like this?"

She nodded quickly. "Yes, just like that," she responded.

"Well, if anything, I am consistent."

She laughed, but it was abruptly cut off by the next moan escaping her throat. She hooked her feet together, making sure Harry remained tucked in exactly right.

She pulled her shirt on and then snuggled right up close to Harry. He rubbed her back, focusing on the shoulder blade of her throwing arm.

"I am going to sleep so well with you here," she commented.

He hummed in reply. "I am glad."

"Did you leave Arnold with my parents, or will he be starving?" she asked, fairly confident Harry made sure the Puff was well taken care of.

"Yes, with all his supplies. Your mum said she'd make him a plate for dinner. I don't think he'll be wanting to come back." His fingers dug into a knot by her neck, willing it to relax.

"Typical. They go to the grandparents for a few days and they come back completely spoiled and unmanageable!"

Harry laughed. His hand relaxed against her back and guided her closer to him. They didn't have much space in the one-person bed, but she preferred to be tucked against him regardless.

Harry's body seemed to relax as she wrapped her arm around him and tucked her head against his chest. It was easy to fall asleep now, quicker than the other days now that she was engulfed in his scent, the regular thumping of his heart lulling her to sleep.

Ginny woke up to a knock on the door. She had been sleeping so deeply, she felt a little groggy.

"Weasley! I need to speak to you!"

The voice of her Captain made her sit up quickly. If Gwenog found Harry here, she'd be in serious trouble. She could be fired. She nudged Harry.

"What?" he mumbled, his arm shifting off her.

"If you don't open now, I will come in!" Gwenog warned.

"Oh, shit," Harry let out in a whisper. "Bathroom?" he suggested as a hiding place.

"Sh! No, the door is frosted glass, she'd see you," she told him quickly in a hushed whisper. "Just a minute!" she replied loudly, conveniently covering up Harry's grunt as he stood up.

When she looked up, he was digging through his backpack quickly.

"What are you doing?" she whispered angrily. "Now is not the time to brush your teeth." She tried to pull him up.

Harry slapped her hand away, continuing to rummage through the contents. He pulled out his cloak of invisibility and a wave of relief came over her.

"Go on," he said with a nod towards the door.

She nodded and walked slowly, buying him some time to pull the cloak over his head. She opened the door to Gwenog and smiled. "Morning."

"What took you so long?" Gwenog stepped in without warning, ignoring the fact that Ginny was barely dressed.

Ginny hoped desperately that Harry had managed to hide himself, because Gwenog walked right through the short corridor and into the room. "I was very deep asleep. It's not even seven yet, and you made us train really late."

The fact that Gwenog didn't immediately yell or shout, meant that Harry had sufficiently hidden himself. Now the other issue was that Ginny had no clue where Harry was hiding. If Gwenog was about to walk into him, she wouldn't know.

"I don't know if you know, but Harry arrived yesterday," Gwenog told her.

She nodded. "Yes, he dropped by and told me last night." She looked around the room subtly, trying to discern some ripple to know where he was.

Gwenog followed her gaze, confused. After a moment she looked back at Ginny. "I went by his room now but he didn't open."

Shit. Shit. Fuck. Luckily she was a Weasley. She kept a straight face. "He is a deep sleeper. Or maybe he went running. I'm sure Michael gave him a training scheme to keep up with." If Michael hadn't told her directly. "I'll see if I can wake him up."

Her captain shrugged. "It's fine, I just wanted to ask him if he'd come see you yet. And he's supposed to join us for lunch as well."

Ginny nodded. "I'm sure I can get him up by breakfast." She smiled, her eyes darting through the room once more. Suddenly she saw the tiniest ripple to the right of the bed. Great, now she just had to keep Gwenog away from there. "I am sorry about all of this; I know this whole deal also means more work for you."

"I have to say, I was not in favour of it." She shook her head, frowning slightly. "But everyone has been so up in your business, none of our strategies have leaked this year. I still think management is out of line, but it has its benefits."

"Glad I can be of help," Ginny said.

"Michael spoke highly of Harry, so I hope he's not giving you too much trouble," Gwenog continued.

She shook her head rapidly, wondering why Gwenog wanted to discuss this now. "I think I am more trouble for him quite frankly." She coughed to cover up Harry's snort.

Gwenog looked towards the noise, seeming unsure if she heard something. Her eyes dropped down. "That's not your backpack, is it?"

"No, it isn't," she immediately admitted, trying to come up with a good lie. "It's Harry's…" She felt a shove against her arm which was likely Harry and she almost gasped. She resisted, keeping her eyes trained on Gwenog. "He brought it over. Honestly, I think my brothers put him up to it. It's possibly full of fireworks, or ton-tongue toffee… I haven't dared to open it."

Anyone with a sense of self-preservation and any sliver of knowledge on the twins, would know better than to touch it without a few protection shields up.

Gwenog immediately took a step back. "Well, good luck with that."

"Thanks, I'll need it. If I show up with a bruised eye or something… it was the backpack." She smiled encouragingly. She felt Harry brush past her. "I'll see you at breakfast?" she asked to cover up the noise and cut the conversation short.

"Yes," Gwenog replied, a little confused. "I just wanted to make sure you knew he was here, and there are no issues. I need you in top shape."

"All good. Thanks for checking." She blinked expectantly at Gwenog.

Her captain nodded at herself. "Right. Well, I'll see you downstairs. Don't forget to bring the Potter along."

"Got it."

Ginny walked Gwenog out and closed the door, putting a muffliato on it for good measure. She breathed out.

Harry pulled his cloak off. "That was a close one."

She took a good look at him and then smiled in relief. "Holy hell, that could've ended very badly."

"You handled that pretty well," Harry told her, looking genuinely impressed.

She chuckled. "I am a Weasley after all. Mischief is in my blood."

"I can see that now." Harry folded his cloak again and put it back in his backpack.

Ginny looked at him. "You really should go to your room and get dressed. Breakfast is soon."

He nodded, taking up his trousers. "I see it. Last night you were all happy to see me and now you're chasing me away." He closed his jeans. "I feel used."

She beamed. "Harry."

"Used." His eyes teased her.

"So you're coming back tonight, right?" she asked.

"Yes, of course." He pulled his shirt over his head.

Harry showed up again as they flew down for lunch. They settled down on the grass to eat, Harry sitting beside her.

It was difficult to find a balance. They were in public and there may be reporters further away, but they were not used to being under closer scrutiny of people who knew their relationship wasn't real.

"One half day to go and then you're done!" Gwenog said encouragingly.

Livvy let out a big sigh, being a Beater like Gwenog, she was cut the least amount of slack. "I really wanted to go out for a drink tonight, but quite frankly I'm not sure if I'll have the energy."

Isabelle leaned closer to Harry. "You're probably not used to being surrounded by this many women, huh?"

"No." He smiled. "Not really. And even if I go along with Ginny… more men. All in all, this is not that different as hanging out with my teammates. It's mainly Quidditch talk."

"I heard from Ethan…" Livvy started. "They still think you're actually dating." She sipped her drink and quirked an eyebrow.

"They do," he admitted. "Now I'm just too deep into the lie to come back on it, really."

"How would you know what Ethan thinks, Liv?" Gwenog asked.

Livvy's eyes widened. "Would you believe me if I said I had an interesting intellectual conversation with him last week?"

Gwenog shook her head. "No."

Her teammates laughed.

"Oh, that's what we're calling it now," Ginny quipped.

"Bet you're having a lot of those conversations," Livvy said.

Ginny's eyes warned. "Liv, don't push it."

Harry shifted closer to her and she looked up to see a photographer. She leaned into him.

"Oh, do we get to see the Harny at work?" Isabelle asked as she watched them.

"Horny?!" Livvy asked.

"Harny!" Cayla clarified. "It's their couple name."

"What?" Harry let out. "We have a couple name?"

"Guys." Ginny chuckled. "It's Hinny, not Harny."

Harry looked at her in surprise. "You know about this?"

"I really wished I didn't," Ginny told him. "But Fred and George…"

"Right." Harry shook his head. "They would know that type of thing. Why do I only get the H?"

"You also get the Y if you want," she argued. She sipped her water.

"Five more minutes," Gwenog said, already standing back up herself to start cleaning.

"Do you have training in the afternoon?" Ginny asked, leaning against him.

"Nope." He put an arm around her. "Michael said if I finished my drills I could relax."

"Lucky you," Tara complained. Gwenog would never.

"So what will you be doing?" Ginny asked.

He shrugged. "Suppose I've been tasked to plan out our date for tomorrow."

"What? Management didn't give you an itinerary?" she said with a teasing smile.

"It's the least they could do," Livvy commented.

They all got up to continue the training. Ginny eyed him as her teammates pushed off the ground and soared back into the air on their brooms. He pulled her close and kissed her softly. She ignored the hoots from her teammates.

"See you tonight," Ginny said.

He nodded. "Fly well." He placed another kiss on her cheek and then he apparated back to the hotel. She picked up her broom and quickly joined the rest of the team in the air.

A/N: Someone is going to have an important realisation next

No, I can absolutely not be bribed into releasing it earlier. Yes, it is written.