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By Celtics534

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Category: Alternate Universe, Post-Hogwarts
Characters:Harry/Ginny
Genres: Fluff, Humor, Romance
Warnings: Extreme Language, Intimate Sexual Situations, Mild Language, Mild Sexual Situations
Story is Complete
Rating: R
Reviews: 61
Summary: Most things didn’t come naturally to Harry -- like brewing a Pepperup Potion or making a halfway decent treacle tart. In fact, the only thing that had come naturally was Quidditch… until he met Ginny Weasley.
Hitcount: Story Total: 55800; Chapter Total: 4262
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Author's Notes:
So, I have posted something every week this year! Let’s just ignore the fact that there has only been three weeks so far! Arnel, TheDistantDusk, and gryffindormischief have been awesome while editing this chapter!




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“You alright, Gin?” Harry’s voice made Ginny jump. She had been staring at the crackling fire. For the third time that night Harry had caught her in a daze. It had been less than twenty-four hours since Jones had told her she would be playing against Puddlemere, and Ginny was already losing her mind.

She wanted so badly to tell everyone what had happened. She wanted to tell her brothers, mother, father, and Harry. Especially Harry. She wanted to see the look of pride in his eyes, to have him pull her into a tight embrace. Instead she was stuck in silence, unable to talk for fear of letting something slip.

“Gin?” Harry asked again, and this time a comforting hand accompanied his words. “What’s going on in that head of yours?”

Ginny’s mouth opened on its own accord, before she snapped it shut. She took a deep breath and tried again. “Nothing's wrong, but I can’t talk about it.”

Harry’s brow furrowed. “What do you mean?”

A feeling of overwhelming guilt and exhaustion coursed through Ginny. She logically knew she shouldn’t feel guilty, but she had never purposely kept something from Harry. Even back when they’d just been starting to get to know each other at tryouts, she hadn’t held anything back. She’d told him stories from her most embarrassing moment to some of her untold secret dreams and desires.

In other words, Ginny had known Harry would become one of her best friends almost as soon as they’d met. She had Luna of course, and all her old friends from Hogwarts, but Harry had been different. He still was different, in the best kind of way.

And that was why this all felt wrong to her.

It wasn’t really something that involved him (as Ginny kept telling herself), so she really didn’t need to tell him. But Merlin, she desperately wanted to!

“I know it sounds fucked up.” Ginny’s fingers started to twist around themselves. “But I can’t tell you until told otherwise.”

Harry stared at her for a count of five. His green eyes lasered into hers. “Okay.”

Ginny’s fingers stilled. “Okay?”

“Yeah.” Harry crouched in front of her and took her hands in his. “If you can’t tell me that’s fine. Just tell me when you’re ready, yeah?” He moved on to the sofa and pulled her in, snug to his body. “Do you wanna watch a film tonight?”

Ginny twisted her neck so she could look at the man beside her. “That’s it? You’re just going to let the subject drop. No annoyance at me for keeping a secret?”

“Why should I be annoyed?” Harry pressed a light kiss to the bridge of Ginny’s nose. “You said nothing was wrong, right?”

“Yeah.”

“Well then that means this is a good thing. Good things can wait to be revealed. However.” His eyes hardened. “Let’s say something was wrong, I’d want you to tell me. Do you think I would get mad?”

Ginny shook her head. “No, it’s just…”

“We tell each other everything.”

“That’s it.”

Harry smiled at her. Never before had Ginny really considered the idea of spending the rest of her life with someone. She was too young to think about forever. She was in the here-and-now, but Merlin! When Harry looked at her like that, and when they were on the same wavelength… the idea bounced around her mind incessantly.

“Thank you.” Ginny turned her body so she was facing Harry fully, as she wrapped her arms around his neck. “Thank you for being you.”

She kissed him, letting her lips conclude their discussion.

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“So… do we want to meet up after today’s game?” Harry asked as he pulled on his final boot. “I mean, either way one of our teams will be celebrating. We could just skip it and have our own party.” He wiggled his eyebrows through a grin.

Ginny leaned over the back of the sofa and kissed Harry’s shoulder blade. “Wait and see, darling. Maybe I’ll invite you to the Harpies’ triumph drinking tournament.”

Harry turned to look at his smirking girlfriend. “Ah, I see how it is. Well.” He stood, walked around the sofa and pulled Ginny into his chest. He moved his lips right under her ear. “I’ll be sure to invite you to Puddlemere’s prefered victory pub tonight.”

Right as Ginny tilted his chin so his mouth would be on hers, the fireplace of Ginny’s sitting room lit green and the head of her fellow chaser, Emily Grace, appeared.

“Hey, Ginny, we need to do a final -- Oh shit!” Grace’s mouth opened in a perfect O as Harry and Ginny backed hastily away from each other. “Well well well, what do we have here?”

“I’ll be there in a minute, Em.” Ginny rushed over to where her robes hung on the wall near the front door.

The devilish grin on Grace’s lips almost didn’t fit in the grate. “Harry Potter, huh?”

“Well, I guess the Harpies know about us now.” Ginny kissed Harry as she moved to leave.

“Damn, he was the one causing you to moan like that last night. I could hear you in my dorm--”

“Fuck off, Em. Get out of the way.” Ginny kicked at the laughing face as she hopped into the fireplace. “I’ll see you later, love!”

Harry watched Ginny disappear in a swirl of green. Though he could have melted metal on his face, he couldn’t help but smile.

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“Now, the Harpies have have released a surprising list for today’s squad,” Mothers told his fellow announcer Gregory. “A rookie in place of Gia. No information as to what happened to Gia, but in her place is Ginny Weasley.”

“Weasley was one of the best players at the group tryouts this summer,” Gregory reminded the listeners. “She had a mock game where she scored one-hundred-and-ten points by herself.”

“And during that mock set, she was teamed with Puddlemere’s new seeker, Harry Potter.”

“Correct, Philip. They worked really well together at tryouts, so I can imagine they became friends.”

Mothers chuckled. “Those are the best kind of games. Friend versus friend. Remember that game where Sean Stock was against his best mate from Hogwarts?”

“Stock versus Locke was one of my favorite games to listen to as a child,” Gregory claimed. “After all was said and done, Stock and Locke met in the middle of the field and hugged. A great moment for interleague relationships.”

“Well, if Potter and Weasley are friends I hope they act like Stock and Locke.”

“Me too, Phil. Me too. And we will find out soon. Stay tuned for Puddlemere United versus Holyhead Harpies!”

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“You had no idea?” Devlin asked again, as he paced up and down the visitors’ locker room.

“No, Ginny didn’t tell me she was playing!” Harry repeated for the fifth time since the release of the day’s players had fallen into Devlin’s hands. “To be fair, it’s a good strategy.”

“You’re right.” Devlin’s eyes had taken on a slightly crazed light. “At least we’ve seen her playing style. We can work with this.” He started to talk more to himself than Harry as he walked away from the corner of the room he had pulled Harry too.

“Alright team, let’s go!” Devlin’s voice filled the room as the Puddlemere United team gave a war cry and headed towards the tunnel that led to the field.

Harry was last in line, as they stepped onto the grass. He could see the Harpies approaching from the other side stadium. Ginny’s hair stood out on the green uniforms; even from his distance, Harry could see her nervous yet defiant expression.

He knew Devlin encouraged the team to look emotionless as they shook hands with the other team. It was a tactic that could intimidate the opposition, but Harry couldn’t help but smile at the sight of Ginny standing with the first team Harpies. Her eyes landed on his and he could visibly see her nerves dissipate.

This… This must have been the thing she couldn’t tell him. At first he had been a little perturbed that she didn’t tell him -- not because he demanded to know everything about her, but because it was clearly upsetting her. Now, though, it all made sense.

“Captains!” Referee Bates yelled once the two teams met. “Shake hands!”

Devlin and Jones clenched hands, squeezing tightly.

“Now, everyone mount your brooms!”

The two teams positioned themselves in correct order and swung their legs over their brooms in unison.

“On my whistle!” Bates looked around the to confirm everything was set. Harry mentally counted: one, two, three. At the sound of the shrill whistle, fourteen players were up in the air.

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“The Harpies and Puddlemere hold the most awards across Great Britain,” Mothers told the audience. “Between individual players and team championships, that is.”

“That’s right, Phil,” Gregory agreed. “And from what we are seeing today, I’d say they both have two new star players. Potter and Weasley are flying incredibly well.”

“Weasley currently has three goals and more assists. A team player if I’ve ever seen one. Jones has made a great choice bringing in the rookie.”

“And Potter has been dodging attacks from Jones and Gift with gusto.” Gregory laughed. “Some might say he was preparing for the ballet with those moves he’s been pulling off. Speaking of pulling off some move, Grace has stolen the quaffle from Danger, and is heading towards Wood. Grace passes to Hawkin who scores! Time out called by Puddlemere.”

“My guess, Jones has told her beaters to focus on the young seeker, especially after the game against the Cannons,” Mothers hypothesized. “Potter seemed unstoppable after a five minute catch. And it seems play has resumed after that timeout called by Cara.”

“Weasley has the quaffle. She dodges Devlin. Passes to Grace. To Hawkins. Morgan from Puddlemere has sent a bludger towards Hawkins, making her drop the quaffle. Recovered by Sam Love of Puddlemere.”

“Potter and Gaea have been circling each other,” Gregory noted as Mothers continued to describe the plays on the pitch. “Both have their own tactic for surveying. Potter stays up high while going around the stadium. Typically I’d say this would help him dodge becoming a target for the beaters -- out of sight, out of mind -- but that clearly hasn’t worked today.”

“Gaea remains at chaser level and looks up and down. For most players, this strategy seems to fail, but Gaea has the second best record in catches this year, only behind Nicholas of the Tornados.”

“If only the Tornados could score the quaffle more and make Nicholas’ catches mean something,” Mothers commented with a small laugh as he waited for Devlin to take a penalty shot. “And Devlin makes his shot. One-hundred-and-fifty to sixty, Harpies. Weasley starts down the field, Hawkins to her left.”

“Who do you have on your radar for player of the year?” Gregory asked his companion.

“Well Jones has been playing incredibly well this year.” Mothers paused his list to explain the blocked shot by Wood. “And speaking of Wood, I’d say he’s a sure-fire contender.”

“I’m liking the look of Bryant from the Falcons. He has the best record in goals this season. It’s like he can’t miss.”

“And Weasley has scored again after the steal and assist by Hawkins. A nice feint to the left to confuse Wood. That makes it one-hundred-and-sixty to sixty, Harpies. The Harpies chasers are outflying Puddlemere today with ease.”

“What about your rookie of the year, Dan?” Mothers asked once the quaffle had been taken by Puddlemere.

“Well I think Frederick Ross, from the Magpies, has become a huge asset to his team, but based on the show we have here today… If Jones keeps Weasley in circuit... I’d say it’s between her and Potter.”

“Agreed, if Weasley has made it into play before the cut of period. A player must have played a certain number of games to qualify for the award circuit, as I’m sure you know, Dan.”

“There’s some movement from Potter up by the Harpies goal post! Yes it seems he’s noticed something. Gaea has sights on Potter. They are both diving. Neck and neck and-- what is this? Potter is pulling out of the dive, Gaea can’t seem to follow his lead fast enough. Oh! And Gaea has hit the ground hard.” Mothers jumped out of his seat. “Yes, Potter has performed a perfect Wronski Feint. Incredible! I don’t know many rookies who can do that!”

“Medic wizards have arrived by Gaea. Yes…” Gregory joined Mothers. “Yes it seems she is cleared for flight. Nasty bloody nose, though. She did manage to mitigate the blow some by pulling up on the handle of her broom. Props to her. They’ve cleaned her up and play has commenced.”

“Weasley has the Quaffle and has bypassed Devlin. Now Love. She’s at goal and a sharp shot towards the left post and… it’s passed Wood! One-hundred-and-seventy to sixty. The Harpies are holding no prisoners today, Dan!”

“They never do!” Gregory laughs. “Devlin has the quaffle and is heading up field. He passes Hawkins only to run into Weasley. Incredible tackle by Weasley as she heads back towards Wood!

“Potter’s making another break for it!” Mothers called. “He’s diving, Gaea is too far for this to be another feint. Yes! He has it! Potter has caught the Snitch!”

Gregory clapped his hands together. “That makes the final score: Puddlemere two-hundred-and-ten beating the Harpies one-hundred-and-seventy!”

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“Go od catch, Potter.” Jones walked over from where she had just shaken hands with Devlin. “Great play, that Wronski Feint.”

“Thank you, Coach Jones.” Harry was slightly flustered by the compliment.

“You played well at tryouts. If you had a pair of knockers, I would have signed you myself.”

If Harry hadn’t already felt off balance…

He heard laughter as Ginny and Hawkins walked over. “You embarrassed the boy, Gwen.” Hawkins patted Harry’s shoulder. “You’re good, kid!”

“Thank you.” Harry had a hard time keeping his gaze from tunneling to Ginny. He allowed a brief second to see his girlfriend’s reaction.

Ginny was positively beaming at him. “You and that Wronski Feint, Potter.”

Harry had no idea what he was thinking. It was as if his mind had gone blank. Later on, he would claim it was winning endorphins or testosterone, but without any consideration of the consequences, Harry closed the space between them and kissed her.

It might have been a simple embrace (at least compared to their normal affection), but it was still in front of thousands of fans. Not that Harry cared for the ten seconds his mouth was on hers. It was when he pulled back -- still close enough to be in contact with her warm breath -- that the rest of the world came back to him.

The roar of the crowd had increased to a deafening decibel. Cameras were flashing at lightning speed. And Harry’s personal favorite sight was the stunned looks on Jones and Hawkins’ faces.
“Well... that’s new,” Hawkins muttered. “When I asked you what was up this morning, Gin, you could have told me you we’re snogging partners with Potter.”

“How long has this been going on?” Gwen didn’t sound annoyed, just cautious.

“About six months.” Ginny didn’t remove herself from Harry’s personal bubble when she answered her squad’s questions. Her eyes were still locked on his, blazing with a look that made Harry forget about the surrounding world again.

“Merlin, Ginny!” Hawkins hit Ginny’s shoulder pressing her closer to Harry (not that he was complaining). “How could you hide this from us for so long… Wait.” A wicked grin appeared on Hawkins’ lips. “Is he the guy who spends the night at your dorm? Because if he is, I want a turn with him. The --”

“Sorry, Gina.” Ginny turned to look at her teammate, but kept her arm wrapped around Harry’s waist. Harry silently bemoaned the loss of eye contact. “I don’t lend him out.”

Harry pressed a kiss to the top of Ginny’s head. What could a little more affection do? He highly suspected that he had just landed him and Ginny on the front cover of multiple magazines and papers.

“Well then, looks like I’m going out tonight to find a pick-me-up shag.” Hawkins gave them a final salute and grin as she turned back towards the locker room (where the rest of the Harpies had already gone.).

“Well, for future notice, Potter, though this is unorthodox, feel free to come to any of our victory celebrations at the Harpy in Holyhead.” Jones shook her head. “That’s really odd to say to an opponent, but we Harpies treat our own right... and you…” She swallowed. “...you are one of us now.”

“Thank yo -” Harry started, but Jones interrupted.

“But if you give away any of our secrets, I will hunt you down.” Gwen turned to Ginny. “I can’t interest you in anyone else? It would be so much easier if you weren’t shagging an opposing team member.”

Ginny’s smile went sly. “Sorry, Coach, but you heard what Hawkins was saying. There is no way I’m passing that up.”

Jones barked out a laugh while Harry flushed. “Oh, you’re a Harpy alright, Ginny.” Jones gave the couple a final nod before heading to join her team.

Ginny turned back to Harry. “Well, that’s one way to let everyone know about our secret relationship.”

“I’m sorry,” he said, though the smile that was plastered on his face begged to differ. “I just couldn’t help myself.”

Ginny laughed. “I knew quidditch was a turn on for you, but I figured you could keep it in your pants at least until after we left the field.”

Harry threw his arm over her shoulders and started leading her towards the locker room tunnel. “Clearly, you had too much faith in my patience. Now.” Harry looked down at Ginny, wiggling his eyebrows. “Do I get a prize for such an incredible catch?”

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“In front of the entire stadium!” Sirius laughed loudly as he listened to the Mothers describe the scene after the Puddlemere and Harpies game ended. James and Lily sat on the loveseat in Sirius’s sitting room. They had decided to meet for lunch and listen to Harry’s (and unbeknownst to them, also Ginny’s) game.

“Never pictured Harry as a public displays kind of bloke.” James took off his glasses and cleaned them with the hem of his shirt. “But I must say he doesn’t do anything halfway. What a way to announce he’s dating the Harpies chaser.”

“They’re now going to be in the spotlight.” Lily reminded her husband. “They’re going to need to be careful where they express themselves. Star crossed quidditch lovers.... They won’t have a moment of peace.”

“Harry can handle it,” James claimed confidently. “He cares too much about the woman to let something like the press break them.”

“I know that should make me feel better, but…”

“It makes you realize you’re losing your son even faster than you thought?”

Lily bit her bottom lip as she nodded her head. James threw his arm around her shoulders and drew her closer to his body.

“You’re wrong.” Sirius smiled at his friends as he took a final swig from his beer.

“What do you mean?” Lily asked her brow furrowed.

“You haven’t lost Harry,” Sirius spoke as if he were explaining how to hold a wand to a child. “You’ve gained a daughter, or at least you will as soon as Harry pops the question. Though,” His voice took on a considering tone. “In today’s society, marriage isn’t to vital to kids. I keep hearing the phrase ‘it’s just a piece of parchment’.”

James met his wife’s gaze. After all this time, Sirius could still surprise him. But his oldest friend was right. Harry wasn’t leaving them, he was bringing them back another person… someone Harry loved and who loved him. Was there anything more a father could ask for in a son?

No, James decided. This was everything he wanted for Harry, and it was only seeming to get better.
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