Gwenog worked them hard the week before their semi-finals, including the night Harry had his semi-final. As soon as they made it back to the locker room, they switched on the wireless.

"It is such a close call," the announcer said. "They have been on each other heels the whole game, it has been an incredible sight to see."

Which meant Harry hadn't won or lost yet. She hopped in the shower and cleaned herself in top speed, listening intently.

"I know both teams had hoped to win with a stronger lead but it looks like it will come down to the Seekers to finish this game," the announcer said as Ginny pulled her jeans over her hips and buttoned them.

"Oof," Cayla said. "That's going to be a race for the Snitch."

"Montrose Magpies's Seeker is a really strong opponent," Ginny muttered.

Barely dressed, Livvy hugged Ginny around her waist. "Oh, are you worried about your sweetheart not winning?"

"Liv!" she let out, pushing her still-damp friend off. "Of course I want him to do well." She pulled her hair in a ponytail. "I'll go watch."

"Do you have a ticket?" Cayla asked.

Ginny shook her head. "Do you really think they won't let me through?" She was confident in Harry's abilities but luck had to be on his side too. If they lost and he had to go home alone, it would be awful. "See you tomorrow!"

She made it outside quickly and apparated to the stadium. As she had guessed, they let her through easily. She could hear how riled up the crowd was as the Quaffle kept being passed back and forth. The score kept evening out, and the focus had shifted to the Seekers now to finish the game.

She walked to the entrance of the field and looked up. People were already pointing at her, her photograph already taken. She wasn't sure how he had managed to spot her, but he did. From above he met her eyes for just a moment and then he was off again, looking for the Snitch.

Both teams scored again in the next five minutes. The Seekers were out flying fast, looking for the Snitch. They got a glimpse of it a few times but had barely started chasing it or it had disappeared again.

The Phoenixes scored again and the crowd roared. It didn't matter much as long as the Snitch wasn't caught but the crowd was so hyped up, they'd cheer for anything. Ginny caught a glint of something and she looked.

The Snitch hovered near the bleachers to her right, about 15 meters up. Both Seekers flew by right above her at breakneck speed seconds later, chasing after the Snitch. Apart from the announcer, everyone in the stadium held their breath.

The Montrose Magpie was on Harry's heels. Ginny jogged forward a little to keep them in view as they flew over the bleachers. Both their hands reached off their brooms as they tried to follow the Snitch when it went straight up.

The Magpie Seeker was smaller than Harry, and in a direct ascend that would be in his favour. They were flying so close to the Snitch that they were only barely managing to avoid a collision.

The Snitch made another unexpected twist. The Magpie finished the turn upright, but Harry took the turn with minimal manoeuvring, going at it sideways. Harry's fingers clutched the Snitch a moment later. His choice not to adjust his position had made the split-second difference he needed.

Ginny cheered loudly as Harry turned back upright, raising the Snitch. One side of the audience cheered, while the other shouted in disappointment. Harry flew to his team and was quickly dragged into a group hug as they celebrated. The Phenton Phoenixes would be playing the National final, and stood a good chance to win the League Cup.

She applauded and cheered until the team landed on the ground. The players shook hands with the defeated Montrose Magpies. The Magpies left first, leaving the Phoenixes to make one final victory lap around the stadium. Ginny stood aside to let them through, telling them they did a good job regardless.

Then the Phoenixes came down and she waited for Harry to appear. He went right for her and kissed her.

"You won!" she said. "You're going to be in the final."

He nodded, grinning widely as his hands remained on her hips. "Likely up against you."

"That was an impressive catch," she told him.

"I am good at those," he teased.

She laughed. "Your training and instincts really showed through. You can be proud of that."

"Thanks." He kissed her cheek. "That means a lot coming from you."

Robert grabbed onto Harry. "Come on, man!"

Harry let go of Ginny and shoved against Robert who laughed.

He put his arms around Harry's shoulders. "I know you're eager to spend time with the man of the hour, but he is coming with us tonight."

"Of course!" Ginny said. "You should go out and celebrate together. He's all yours… for a few hours."

Robert patted Harry's chest. "See, you have your girl's permission so you better come!" He spotted Sam and went to him, clutching him in a hug. "Final, baby… Woo!"

Ginny grinned. "He is excited."

Harry shook his head in amusement and then turned back to her. "You're going to your parents for dinner?"

She nodded in confirmation. "Yes. I am glad I could catch a few minutes of the game." She reached out to his wrist. "I'll come to your place after." She didn't want him to be alone when he had every reason to celebrate.

"I may be late," Harry said, nodding towards his teammates.

"That's okay," she told him. "I've got Arnie to keep me company."

His hand twisted so she'd release her grip and he held her hand for a moment. "Thanks." He smiled again at her and then ran inside to get changed.

Michael walked up to her, shaking his head. "Did Gwenog send you here as a distraction tactic?"

"You know neither of us would intentionally sabotage a game; we find it much too important to do such a thing," she told him with a smile.

Michael nodded. "I guess that's true. I hope and do not hope we are up against you in two weeks."

"Me too," she agreed.

She spent some time after dinner with her parents, discussing the game before she headed to Harry's place. She knew Harry would be a while before he returned and she wanted him to celebrate with his teammates.

She fed Arnold and played with him. When 11 pm swung around she went up to bed, taking Arnold with her. She was just slumbering when she heard Harry enter his house. Without saying a word, he began undressing to his underwear and then crawled into bed.

"Hey," she said as he tucked against her back and his arm came around her.

"Evening," he said.

"Did you have a nice time?" she asked him.

He hummed in reply. "It was great."

She felt Arnold move from his place tucked against her shoulder and hop over her to Harry. "Arnie, you bloody traitor."

Harry chuckled. "No, he just wants to be between us."

She could feel him adjust his position as Arnold wiggled between them.

"Do you want to have sex?" she asked.

"No. Maybe in the morning?" he proposed.

She nodded. "If you wake up before 7.30 I could."

"We'll see," Harry muttered. "Do you know you have lovely boobs?"

She laughed, shaking her head. "What is it with you and my boobs when you've had a drink?"

He chuckled. "Sober Harry agrees; he is just too polite to say."

She took the hand that was resting by her stomach and led it up to her breast under her shirt. She let him cup it.

"Sorry, my hands are probably cold," he said, though he didn't remove his hand.

She shrugged. "Not for long."

"Thank you for waiting up for me," Harry told her.

She squeezed his hand. "Of course."

Ginny walked up the stairs after breakfast to put on her clothes.

Harry exited the bathroom wearing just underwear and pulled her into his room. "Do you have time?" he asked.

She met his eyes. "About ten minutes… Are you up for the challenge?"

He nodded and then quickly took off to the bathroom.

"Harry! Your time is running!" she yelled as she sat down on the bed. She heard him exit the bathroom again. "Nine minutes!"

He came back in, smiling with his hands behind his back.

"Time is ticking." She raised an eyebrow.

"I know. We've got time," he said. "You should take your own clothes off today."

She looked at him in surprise. "Do you need a show or…?"

He laughed and walked a little closer. "I do think we don't have time for that."

She nodded in agreement and pulled her shirt off over her head. Then she scooted out of her underwear. She looked at him for the next move. He walked closer to her and told her to sit on the side of the bed. He rested his hands on either side of her legs and then kissed her softly.

"Ready?" he asked.

She nodded, any longer and she'd have to leave.

Harry's hands landed on her thighs, caressing them and she felt a jolt of pleasure run straight to her core. With a gasp, she clenched her knees together and leaned away from him.

"Not ready," she announced. She let herself drop onto the bed. "You did magic hands."

He grinned as he got on the bed too. "I did."

"No offence to your tongue but that's a lot more intense on your hands," she commented.

"I can stop, but then you'll have to go to training all pent up," he told her.

Her eyes widened. "Oh no, you can't leave me like this."

He sat up and invited her to sit in his lap. She sat down, careful to dodge his hands.

"You ready?" he asked her.

She nodded, a little more prepared now. Harry pulled her in to kiss her deeply as his hands began to move again. He focused mostly on her thighs, rubbing up and down. It felt so good. She wasn't sure if she was imagining it but it felt like the stimulation coming off Harry was increasing, making her pleasure build quicker.

"Why is it intensifying?" she asked.

"I am increasing the amount of power I'm using on purpose," he told her, keeping his face closer to hers. "Is it good?"

She only nodded and recaptured his lips. His hands kept sliding up and down, and it was as if he was cranking his powers to the max. She was nearly humping in his lap, searching for friction she wasn't getting. Yet the pleasure kept increasing.

"I'm close," she told him. "You bastard."

He only laughed and she tucked her head against his neck. One of his hands started palming her breast, massaging it softly. His other hand was shifting from her ass to her thigh. She held him more tightly, clenching her legs around his waist, trying to keep breathing. She came with a loud moan and her whole body relaxed.

She took a few deep breaths and then let herself drop off his lap. She stared up at the ceiling. "Are you getting in there or what? I know you're turned on as fuck."

Harry's face appeared above her. "That wet spot on my underwear was you, darling."

She reached up and palmed his cock through his underwear. "Yes, but that bulge doesn't lie, hot fudge."

He nodded and got up to take his underwear off. He positioned himself and pushed in at once. He caressed her thigh.

She abruptly held onto him. "I forgot about the magic hands already."

Harry nearly collapsed on top of her. "You're going to break my back like that one of these days."

She chuckled and told him to move. He held onto her hip with one hand, likely knowing that using two would set her off too quickly. When Harry had gotten a few strokes in, she reached out to his hands.

He entwined their fingers, clutching them tightly as he pushed in quicker. She could tell it was building the pleasure quickly for him.

"Cum for me, won't you?" She locked eyes with him.

He breathed out hard. "When you look at me like that…"

"Like what?" she asked, not looking away.

She never did hear the reply, as Harry hit his orgasm and she was sent over with him. He pulled out and collapsed on his back beside her.

"I should clean up," she muttered after a minute.

He turned his head to look up at her. "Where are your clothes?"

"Bathroom."

Harry pulled his bathrobe on and she pulled on her favourite grey sleep shirt and followed him to the bathroom. He handed her a washcloth and then reached out to her arm.

She jumped back like he had stung her. "Hands, Harry!" she told him.

His eyes widened and he grabbed his wand off the counter and undid the spell as she cleaned herself up. She stepped into her underwear and he handed her bra over. He helped her step into her trousers as she clipped it and then she pulled her shirt over her head.

She checked her face in the mirror.

"Is Gwenog making you train this early?" he asked, noting the early hour.

She shook her head. "There is a rumour going around that she may be retiring. She has been flying longer than any other professional so it would make sense…"

"And you want the Captain spot," Harry concluded.

"Yes." She turned to him. "I hope if I put my best foot forward they'll see me as a good candidate."

"You would be."

She took a deep breath. "Okay. Do I look presentable?"

He took a step back and looked her up and down. "Yes."

"No, can I go out like that?" Ginny asked him.

He smiled and met her eyes. "Yes, Gin. Otherwise I would have said so."

"Okay." She nodded to herself and closed the space between them. She pulled him down so she could easily place a kiss on his cheek. She lingered a little.

Harry righted himself. "Go on, future Harpies captain."

She smiled. "Well, it's only an ambition. I don't know if I stand an actual chance or if the rumour is true."

"You can do anything you set your mind to, Weasley," Harry told her.

Cheeks flushing, she walked out of the bathroom. She turned back to him. "You can't say things like that to me. That's boyfriend talk."

He frowned as he cocked his head. "I'm sorry?" he said innocently. "I did mean it!"

She shook her head and quickly walked downstairs to find her shoes. Of course he meant it, the lovable bastard.

A/N: Should I tell you how many chapters of pining we still have to go... Nah. I suppose I shouldn't ;)

I love your theories about if Harry knows about his own feelings, and then when that happened. He will tell Ginny at some point when that exactly happened, or at least when he realised. Of course we are not quite there yet... e

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