A/N: Guys (gender-neutral)! We just passed 100K words last update AND we now have more subscribers than my other two longfics combined. That's insane! I am amazed by the love this fic is receiving. You all get a little forehead kiss (or a hearty handshake if you don't like kisses)

Harry and Ginny walked into the League building once again after work. They were led to a small meeting room and they met five board members, including Martin.

They were invited to sit down. A man who had introduced himself earlier as Stephen took the lead.

"I have a few follow-up questions," Stephen said. "It'll just take a few minutes." He looked down at his paper. "Since when are you officially together?"

"Friday," Harry told them. "Right after we were 'broken up' by our managements."

Stephen smiled. "And before that…?"

"We had to fake being together, so of course there were some things," Ginny told them. "You've seen the articles. We had to spend a lot of time together, and so we grew closer. We did not agree to date until Friday."

"And both your managements and Captains were made aware of this yesterday morning?" Stephen asked.

"Yes," Harry confirmed.

"Interesting." Stephen looked up. "And they came back to you in the afternoon with their 'plan'?"

They both nodded.

"Good." Stephen put his pen down. "The conclusion is that you are allowed to date, that is private and we don't have a say in it. There are however some conditions to follow."

"We were hoping you'd say that," Ginny said.

He continued. "You will be banned from discussing anything other than high-level information about training. It is rather difficult to enforce but breaches of this condition can lead to suspension and other sanctions. Captains may choose to withhold information from you regarding other players if they deem the risk too high." He looked between the two of them. "All the conditions are supposed to warrant both teams playing independently without prior knowledge to establish we can have a fair game."

"That all sounds very reasonable," Harry told them.

Stephen nodded and folded his hands together. "We try to be. Now. If both of your managements try to make a change to these conditions or dispute them, we recommend you come straight to us and we can discuss. We have made clear there will be sanctions." He looked at the other members. "And we made clear that any attempts in the coming two weeks can have the whole team scrapped for the League Cup."

"So then it'd be the Magpies…?" Ginny asked, surprised they were putting down their foot to this extent.

"Yes. And if both teams do so, the Tornados," Martin added.

"I'm sure that'll keep them in line, for now," she commented.

"We do hope so," Stephen said. "We tried to make them aware of the gravity of the situation. That concludes our conditions for now. If both of you were picked for the National team, we may be in touch again for applicable conditions."

"Wouldn't it not matter if we were on the same team?" Harry asked with a glance at Ginny.

Stephen nodded. "It is slightly less complicated."

"Surely that is already decided," Ginny tried, looking innocently. "You can tell us now and then we all know if there will be extra conditions. Saves everyone the time, don't you think?"

Martin hid his smile behind his hand.

"I appreciate the attempt, Miss Weasley," Stephen said in amusement. "But we will not be able to discuss anything on the matter of the National Team today. You will receive an owl with the results on Friday afternoon."

"It was worth a try," she admitted with a grin.

"If your relationship status changes, good or bad, you do need to inform us as well," Stephen finished. "And I recommend you come straight to us again, considering what happened now."

"Understood," Ginny said. "Thank you."

They all said their goodbyes. They politely shook hands again before they escaped the building and breathed a heavy sigh of relief.

Ginny and Harry made it to the Burrow after. She walked in carefully, popping her head in.

"I hope there is no engagement party or something…?" Ginny joked, referring to one of the headlines.

"All good," her father said. "Come on in." He patted the seat beside him. "According to the papers you've had an eventful few days."

She chuckled. "Engaged, secret wedding, starting a new team together, withdrawing from the National team… that was about it. Right, Harry?" She turned to look at him.

He nodded. "That's about it. You'd almost think we're too boring, haven't done any of it." He winked at her.

Her mother kissed the top of her head in passing. "Don't read what the papers say, dear."

She nodded and turned back to Harry. "Which one of those would you suggest we do?"

His eyes widened and with a small smile, he chewed on his words for a moment. "You know it's poor manners to get married before dessert?"

She laughed and shook her head at him. "That's not what I said."

"I remember what you said," he teased.

Molly looked between the two of them. "You are staying for dessert?"

Harry turned to Ginny and raised an eyebrow, still joking with her.

"Yes, yes we are."

Gwenog sent everyone home early on Friday so those who had applied for the National Team could wait for their owl. Ginny headed to the Burrow, since she still officially lived there, that's where the owl would arrive.

Harry was waiting at his home. They had both agreed that if they got in, they'd come find the other. If they both had not made it, they would find each other after half an hour.

Her mother gave her a cup of tea as she waited by the open window, staring at the sky without moving while she leaned over the back of the couch. Her dad came home too and asked immediately if her letter had arrived yet, though the silence in the house should have been a tell-tale sign there was no news.

Both her parents came to sit with her, stirring their tea and chatting amongst themselves about nothing. It was nice they were there, and she was glad they weren't trying to distract her. She had been dreaming of this opportunity for years and she wasn't sure if she'd ever get to have a chance at a next World Cup.

There was a small dot in the sky and she sat up to look closer. Soon it was close enough to discern it was indeed an owl, carrying a letter. It seemed to take an eternity before the owl dove down to her. Her fingers drummed impatiently against the window sill. She nearly grasped the owl out of the sky, but she allowed it to land softly by the open window.

With trembling hands, she took the scroll off the owl's leg and it took off again. She opened it quickly.

Dear Miss Weasley,

After careful consideration we have accepted your application for the National Team. We would like to congratulate you on your position of Chaser for the English National Team for the World Cup.

More information will be provided soon.

With highest regards,
The British League

She read it twice with a thundering heart and then a third time to make absolutely sure she read it correctly. Her parents were silent.

She jumped off the couch and shouted. "I'm in! I'm in! They selected me to be Chaser!"

Her parents leapt up to her and hugged her excitedly.

"I knew you could do it!" her mother said, wrapping her in a rib-crushing hug.

Her father beamed at her. "I am proud of you. You've worked hard for this."

She grinned widely. If she was not the Seeker, there was a good chance it was Harry. "I need to…"

"Go! Go! We'll see you both for dinner," her mum insisted as she pushed Ginny out of the door.

Still clutching the letter, she walked to the end of the garden. Before she made it to the end, Harry appeared smiling as broadly as her.

"You're in too?" she asked, though the fact that he was here meant that he was.

He nodded immediately. She ran up to him and jumped into his arms. He caught her as her legs wrapped around his waist and she kissed him.

"World Cup together!" she let out. "This is perfect." She kissed him again.

"I can't believe it," Harry said with a shake of his head. "We made National Team—well, of course you would but…"

She silenced him with another kiss. "You had to. You're amazing."

Harry threw a glance over her shoulder. "I am pretty sure your parents are watching us."

"I don't care." She kissed him again but then unwrapped her legs from his waist.

He carefully put her down and she pulled him back to the house.

"You too?" her mum asked excitedly.

Harry nodded and was promptly hugged and congratulated by both her parents.

"Arthur," Molly said. "Owl the family, we are celebrating tonight!"

Ginny wrapped her arms around Harry's waist. "Are you ready for another Weasley party?"

He nodded, smiling brightly. "Feels like a moment out of someone else's life."

"It isn't." She squeezed his waist and then let go of Harry to help her mother, who was preparing to whip up a feast.

Ginny and Harry ended up helping her with the food while chatting excitedly about the World Cup. They had some guesses about who else would be on the team, but they would find out tomorrow who would be joining them.

Ron walked inside. "Is it true? You're on the National Team?" Ron asked Ginny.

She nodded excitedly and he wrapped her in a hug.

"You're officially the coolest sibling!" he let out.

"Hey hey!" George complained as he walked in. He paused and looked at Ginny. "Okay, you can be the coolest sibling."

"What about you?" Fred asked.

"I am definitely the coolest sibling in my family," Harry replied.

Ginny shoved him for his reply. "He is also on the team. We're going together."

It still felt so exciting to say. Harry beamed at her.

"That is amazing!" Fred said. "This is going to be the best National Team we have ever seen and I am not just saying that because we like you two."

"I am curious," George asked. He reached for the food but their mum swatted his hand away. He turned to them. "Are you the first couple on the National Team?"

Ginny looked over at Harry. "For England? I think so."

"Didn't Elisabeth Torson and Morrison date?" Fred wondered out loud.

Ron nodded. "Yes, but not while they were on the National team together. That only happened after."

"Maybe that's what they want us to believe," Ginny added.

"No no, Torson dated another guy in between," Harry said.

They all looked at him in surprise.

"Who?" she asked.

Harry's eyes widened. "I couldn't possibly say… A former Phoenix… let's put it that way."

She stepped closer to him. "Are you telling me later?" she whispered.

"No." He shook his head slowly. "And if you push on telling me you're breaking the conditions of our relationship set forth by the League."

Fred and George sniggered at him.

She locked eyes with him. "You know that is a low blow. Are you going to report me to the League?"

"He better not," Ron commented, though he didn't look particularly bothered.

Harry shook his head. "Fine, you got me. I am still not telling you, though."

"Dang it."

"We can't make it too late," Ginny commented. "We have a press conference in the morning."

Harry crawled into bed beside her, wearing nothing but his towel. He wrapped his arms around her. "Sure, but we have to celebrate. Happy one-week anniversary."

She turned her head so she could kiss him. "Happy one week." She kissed him softly, her hand coming to his chin to guide his face.

"I am curious as to why you are wearing a bathrobe," Harry commented as he eyed it.

She shifted so she was facing him a little more and pulled the shoulder of her robe down just a little to reveal the lilac bra strap. Harry's eyebrows rose curiously.

"I don't think I've seen that colour on you before," he noted.

She smiled coyly. "That's because it's new."

"For me?" he asked softly as though he couldn't quite believe it. His hands reached out to the ribbon of her bathrobe.

"Yes." She covered his hands for a moment to stop him. "I chose something that isn't too easy to take off. You can set your Seeker fingers to work, so you don't get bored."

"I could never be bored," he told her.

She released his hands and he undid the bathrobe, pulling it open. His eyes tracked over the lace cups and the ribbons keeping the front closed. His eyes dropped down to the even daintier panties with the strappy sides barely keeping the whole thing together.

Harry's lips pressed together, cheeks red as he met her eyes again.

"Do you like it?" she asked softly.

"As if the day couldn't get any better," he said. He looked back down. "Wow."

"You are going to have to take it off me," she told him while she trailed her hand down his chest.

His hand traced down the side seam. "I almost don't want to."

She got off the bed and took off the bathrobe as Harry looked on eagerly. She backed away towards the closed door. "I guess then I'll have to find something else to do."

"No—" He was out of bed quickly.

She leaned against the door and eyed him. He placed one of his hands against the door as he kissed her, the other coming to her back to draw her hips in closer. Her arms wrapped around him and let him kiss her roughly for just a bit.

Then her hands came down and pulled the towel off Harry's waist and let it drop to the floor. She caressed his face and kissed him deeper as his hard cock pressed into her stomach.

Harry's hand slid down and cupped her ass which was barely covered by the panties. He squeezed lightly. Her hand travelled down between them and wrapped it around his cock. She started stroking him and he moaned into her mouth. She bit his lip, enjoying the state she had gotten him in.

They remained with their lips locked as Ginny kept moving her hand up and down. She cupped his balls for a moment and then her hand ran back up, her fingers trailing up his shaft before she resumed her stroking.

"I'm close," he told her.

"Look at me," she ordered him, using her other hand to tilt his chin up so he'd be forced to lock eyes with her.

His eyes trailed down and she told him off.

"Up. Right here," she told him.

Breathing heavily, he kept his eyes locked with hers. He broke eye contact and he looked down when his orgasm hit. As he came, the cum spurted onto Ginny's stomach. She released his cock and wiped the cum away with her hand, then raised it to lick it clean.

Harry kissed her, his hands now softer against her skin. "Ginny…" he sighed against her lips.

"You should feel how wet you've made me," she murmured back.

"I will." His hands came up and undid the bow at the front of her bra. His fingers expertly undid the laces and then pulled it open. His hand cupped her breast and his thumb ran over her nipple until it turned hard. He slowly took the bra off completely and took his sweet time exploring with his mouth.

He took her hand and pulled her to the bed. He toyed with her panties for a moment, his fingers sliding under the fabric. Then he hooked his fingers in the sides and pulled it down.

He kissed her hipbone and then scooted onto the bed and laid down on his back. "I need you in my mouth."

She crawled closer to him and locked eyes with him. "Are you sure?"

"Please."

She kissed him softly and then positioned herself. She sat on top of his chest and scooted forward carefully.

Harry looked up at her. "This is quite the angle." His hands came to her thighs.

"You have to tap out if you run out of air, okay?" she told him, though she was excited by the prospect.

He nodded and told her to come just a little closer and he angled his head down enough to reach her. He licked her clit a few times and she immediately wanted to sink further into him but resisted.

Harry teased her opening and she moaned, begging him to do it more. He sucked on her clit and then swirled his tongue around it.

Ginny closed her eyes and let Harry do everything delicious with his mouth. He knew how to pleasure her. As the pleasure built she bucked her hips softly and he encouraged her to do it more. She came hard, bucking into his tongue. She stilled as Harry happily cleaned up all the wetness, licking her clean.

She got up and laid down beside him, kissing him softly. "We should do that more often." She ran her fingers through his hair.

"I know," he agreed.

He got on top of her and kissed as he positioned himself. Her hands came down his hips, guiding him inside.

Harry and Ginny were the only two people arriving together as they entered into the backroom they would be waiting before the press conference, and found out who else was on the team.

Ginny gasped as she spotted Livvy and Isabelle. She hugged both of them. She also recognised the Keeper, who played for the Magpies.

Robert walked in after them and Harry hugged him in excitement. The biggest surprise was a player from the Chuddley Cannons joining them. Notoriously the worst-scoring team, it was a surprise to see one of them had made it, over other teams like the Tutshill Tornados.

They were joined by two members of the League, under which Stephen, and Coach Brandon Tursh, who had led the team during the last World Cup. He would pass on the job as coach to the Captain who won the League Cup, meaning Gwenog and Michael were both in the running.

"Congratulations all of you for gaining a spot on the National Team," Stephen told them. "I think we have a very promising team in front of us, and I look forward to seeing you fly for England." He turned to the coach. "Mr Tursh?"

The coach stepped forward. "I have seen you all fly when you tried out for the team so I have full faith I have selected the very best of the League. I will step down soon but I am sure either Gwenog Jones or Michael Seatorch will be able to bring you many victories. And who knows, perhaps the World Cup itself…" He smiled at them. "I wish you all good luck."

With the speeches done, the team started chatting amongst themselves.

"I have been warned to keep an eye out for you two, that you're a little chaotic…" Brandon Tursh said.

Ginny looked up to find the coach looking at her. For a moment she thought he was speaking of Harry, but then he glanced at Livvy.

Livvy grinned. "We always finish our drills and we win games." She eyed the coach. "What else do you want?"

Brandon laughed lightly. "It won't be my problem."

"If it is Gwenog… She knows us," Livvy said. "But I bet we could make Michael sweat." She winked at Ginny.

"We will be behaving perfectly well," Ginny told him. "We promise, right?"

Livvy nodded. "Totally."

"Just a quick note," Stephen called their attention. "I will indicate who can ask a question. If the question is not relevant, please feel free not to answer and refer back to me. I'll handle it." He glanced at Ginny and Harry. "I am looking at no one in particular when I say this."

The group chuckled.

"Can we shoot them down ourselves or better not?" Ginny asked, knowing she was perfectly capable of it.

Stephen shook his head. "I think it's better if you let me be the 'bad guy' in this case. You can always tell them you wish not to answer, however."

"I can take liberties with that," Ginny mumbled for only Harry to hear.

He bit back his smile and gave a little shake of his head as he met her eyes.

Stephen stepped onto the stage first. He introduced Brandon Tursh first as former coach. Then they began calling the other names. They were meant to pause in front of the screen for a moment for photos and then sit down for the interview.

Stephen cleared his throat. "As Keeper we have selected Cole Moss of the Montrose Magpies!"

Cole walked out. They all watched silently from just behind the curtain to see him pause for the photos. Then he walked on.

"Our first Chaser is… Ginny Weasley of the Holyhead Harpies."

She walked up the two steps, hoping she wouldn't trip. She paused for the photos; the cameras clicking loudly before she even had a chance to pose. Her smile took little effort—she had only been dreaming of this since her first time on a broom.

She glanced back for just a moment and she briefly met eyes with Harry. He was smiling widely too and looked so proud of her. As if it was as much his dream to see her on that stage as it was hers. She offered the photographers a final smile and then made her way to her seat, her eyes stinging from the incessant flashes.

"Too bad we'll be too blind to fly after this," Cole commented towards the cameras when she had taken her seat beside him.

"I know, Merlin," she said with a chuckle.

"Next up, we have Robert Lawrence of the Phenton Phoenixes flying as Chaser as well of course."

She watched as Robert came on, then Isabelle and Livvy as Chaser and Beater respectively. Peter Matthews got a few hushed gasps as he was introduced, the surprise player from the Chuddley Cannons.

Ginny leaned back in her seat, seeing Harry wait as the last person. She offered him an encouraging smile.

"And last but certainly not least," Stephen said. "We have Harry Potter of the Phenton Phoenixes."

While Harry put on a smile, she could see he felt uncomfortable standing there and he quickly moved on to take the last seat. For a few seconds more the cameras continued before it died down to only a few at a time.

"We will start taking questions now." Stephen looked over the crowd. "Quidditch Quarrel. Please go ahead."

"Question for Matthews. Your season has been tough, how do you feel about being selected?"

Matthew nodded for a moment. "I have been working hard, as has everyone who is here today. I am very eager to show off my skills and I feel honoured to sit amongst such talented players."

Stephen indicated the next person.

"Question for Weasley. If you were to get married before the Cup, would you take Potter as your last name? Would you think that would be more or less confusing?"

Ginny looked over at Stephen to see if he would even let her answer, but he nodded, looking only mildly annoyed.

"I certainly would not think to get married for the sake of confusion. I would rather prefer to rely on my skills to win a game than trickery," she answered.

A few questions were asked of the other players, but it inevitably landed back on them.

"I would like to ask Potter about his thoughts on making it on the same team as Weasley," Witch Weekly asked.

Ginny let out a small sigh and waited for Harry's reply.

"Ginny is one of those players I have looked up to for a long time. As soon as she played her first game I knew she would make it far. It is always nice to see your favourite players make it to the National team. I was told myself that I was too tall and heavy to be a Seeker and the lack of practice on a Hogwarts team meant I didn't stand a chance." He smiled, knowing he was not telling them what they wanted to hear. "So I want to tell people that they should believe in themselves and chase their dreams." He grinned wider. "… Is that not what you wanted to hear?"

That will suffice, thank you," Stephen stepped in.

"Question for Weasley," the next person said. "You were chosen to be the eligible Chaser of the season—"

"Please keep the question relevant to the World Cup," Stephen interjected warningly.

"Do you think your title helped you get on the Team?"

Ginny took a deep breath and looked to her right. "Stephen, do you want to take this?"

"Gladly," he said. "The selection of players is a careful process. The best players are selected by their own team Captain. From that pool we do try-outs for all relevant positions. I can assure you we do not take into account irrelevant accolades."

That reply made that the focus was actually on the World Cup for a few moments as they discussed destinations, prospects and skills of the team.

Stephen indicated Rita Skeeter for the last question. Ginny had no clue why he had made that choice and braced herself for the question.

"Potter," she said. "What does it feel like when your girlfriend is seated to her secret lover and not you?" Her eyes sparked viciously.

Both Cole and Robert stiffened beside Ginny, already worried it could potentially be them—You never knew when it came to Rita Skeeter.

"It is not very secret if you are telling me about it, now is it?" Harry replied without blinking an eye.

"Is it difficult to find out that she is also seeing someone else from the Phoenixes?" Rita continued undeterred.

While Cole relaxed, Robert looked more alarmed.

"It is truly devastating," Harry continued, looking completely unbothered. "I am biting back tears." He raised an eyebrow at her.

"That will be all for today," Stephen said, shooting a subtle look at Harry.

They all got up to pose for a team photo. Ginny made a point of standing between Harry and Robert for it. Harry grinned at her for a moment when he saw what she did. Robert offered an exasperated sigh, but did not move.

Tursh stood in front of the excited group. They had just apparated to the training centre. A top-secret spot no one had ever seen unless they had been on the team.

Ginny looked around, taking it all in.

"We have a surprise for you," Tursh said. "Though I heard some of you already figured it out…"

Ginny smiled widely and waited for him to tell them about the brooms.

"We want the very best brooms we could offer you and so we have brand new brooms from Ireland. They have unseen top speeds, agility and less lag on quick ascends, which our Seeker may particularly like."

Harry nodded in confirmation.

Tursh clapped his hand and two men came out with a cart full of pristine brooms. The handles coated in shiny varnish, not a twig out of place in the sleek design. Even just by looking at it, you could tell it was a broom of the highest quality.

"The Vivacus," he said. "Go on, try it out."

They couldn't reach the brooms fast enough. Ginny walked up to one and as soon as she touched it, her name became engraved on the front end of the handle, while the other side carried the name.

Ginny Weasley
Chaser

She grasped it tighter and took a few steps. Robert was already on his and took off quickly, letting out an excited yelp as the broom took off much quicker than expected.

Ginny mounted hers and pushed off too. Immediately she felt the fresh breeze on her face, making a ton of height.

Livvy came up beside her. "I want to marry this broom."

"Ask if it has a vibrating function," Ginny teased.

"Weasley, you dirty mind!" she let out with a cackle and she zoomed off again.

Harry got on his broom too and Ginny watched as he flew past her way up in the air until he was far above the field. Then he made several loopings coming back down to her height.

"Aren't you sad you didn't pre-order one?" Ginny teased. "In a month or so I'll have one of these all on my own."

"Didn't you move in with me?" he asked. "It'll be our broom."

She shook her head, teasing him. "We will see about that, Potter."

They flew around for over an hour, trying out tricks and challenging each other to races and dives. The first time they flew in formation it felt like the most magical moment. They had to be called down by Brandon before they all made their way to the ground. From there they walked into the changing rooms and they all got to put their brooms away.

"We will start training in a month. I know five of you are still competing next week. Please keep your future teammates whole," he joked. "Good luck to both teams."

A Portkey brought them back to the building of the press conference. They all said goodbye to each other and then they split up to go home. Harry took Ginny's hand and as soon as they walked outside Harry apparated home.

"Takeout?" he asked.

She nodded. "Sounds good." She walked into the kitchen and got herself a glass of water. "So, I guess my secret is out. My secret romance with Robert."

Harry laughed, walking in behind her. "Poor Robert looked mortified."