AN: I sincerely appreciate all the reviews and comments for last chapter. It is great motivation to keep writing! Thanks a ton to Arnel, I’ll try to keep Mississippi out of my stories from now on ;-)
Ginny looked nervously around the box as she made her way to her seat, conscious of all the eyes and disapproving looks that were watching her. This was the first time in two weeks that she had been near a Quidditch pitch. Ginny’s face twisted briefly in pain. Merlin, she missed it.
It was made more difficult by the fact that she and Harry hadn’t got to spend much time together over the past few days. The Arrows had started practice with a vengeance after their bye week, meaning that he was often gone to practice and team meetings. In fact, they hadn’t spent much time together since “The Kiss.” Ginny always capitalized it in her mind. She wished that they had a chance to talk more after that day. She wasn’t sure where they stood, or what Harry wanted. Light! She didn’t even really know the man that well. Ginny blushed and looked down when she saw the porter give her a curious look. She wished Harry was here with her now.
When she had shown up at the stadium, she was sure that she was going to get the broom and told to leave. Harry had been with her then and, after showing the tickets and speaking briefly with the staff, she had been allowed to continue to her seat. The press had already got word and several photographers had tried to get into her box and snap pictures. Thank Merlin no one had tried to interview her yet.
She jerked at the sound of her name being called. Much to her dismay, her brother came lumbering through the door and plopped himself down next to her. Leaning forward, he began whispering furiously.
“What in the name of the Founders are you doing here?” he hissed. “Magical games are in an uproar. I received a call from the Minister himself asking me what in the name of Circe you think you are up to?”
“If you must know, I’m here to watch a Quidditch game,” Ginny replied calmly. Leaning forward herself, she continued with a small smile on her face, “I have money on the Arrows; I think it’s going to be quite a ripping match.”
Ron leaned back and looked at his sister as if she had lost her mind. Maybe she had. Didn’t she realize that she was jeopardizing her career?
“What career?” Ginny said, some heat coming into her voice, causing Ron to realize he had said the last bit aloud.
“My career is effectively over if I don’t get reinstated and you know it. “
“But the ban…” Ron said feebly.
“Doesn’t apply if Harry gave me his tickets himself!” Ginny crowed triumphantly.
“Harry gave you these?” Ron asked in shock.
“Of course, Ron, how else do you think I actually got into the stadium?”
Ron looked very confused. “Why would Harry Potter give you tickets after you already returned them once?”
“If you must know, Harry is a very nice bloke. He felt bad for everything that happened and thought it would help if everyone saw us getting along.”
Ron looked thoughtful. “He may be right. Regardless, if he gave you these tickets himself there doesn’t appear much the Ministry can do about it.”
Ron hesitated, glanced at the door, and then brought his attention back to his sister. “But, Ginny, they won’t be happy about this. You’re making some important people upset. Please don’t forget that.”
He clapped her on the back, kissed her cheek, and left. Ginny smiled to herself. This might actually be working.
Welcome to this afternoon’s broadcast of the Arrows and the Falcons brought to you by W3 productions and the WWN. I’m James Harrison.
And I’m John Smith, and we’ll be calling the match this afternoon. Good afternoon, James. It’s a great day for a match.
It sure is, John. The past few weeks have seen the most excitement I can remember in over twenty years of covering professional Quidditch, and it’s all thanks to one Harry Potter.
I agree James. The Saviour of the Wizarding world has certainly made a splash, both on and off the pitch. Let’s start with his play against Puddlemere, followed up by a great performance against the Cannons and the Harpies. In all the matches, he became more comfortable on the pitch and was able to display some amazing, and some would say impossible skills.
That’s right, John. After the contentious match against the Harpies two weeks ago, many are now questioning the integrity of the sport, the integrity of the Ministry, and the integrity of Harry Potter himself.
After Mr. Potter was attacked by Harpies reserve player, Ginevra Weasley, it became clear, as you can see from our replay, that Mr. Potter has some sort of charms applied to his person in direct violation of International Quidditch rules. The Ministry claims to have known about these all along and given special dispensation to Mr. Potter due to extenuating circumstances, but many aren’t convinced.
The Arrows have released the following statement regarding the events: “We stand fully behind Mr. Potter and are convinced that he upholds the finest traditions of our most beloved sport. The Ministry has assured us that Mr. Potter has been, and will continue to be, evaluated by neutral third parties regarding any charms or irregularities and that, as of the current time, he is cleared to play fully by the English Quidditch Association. We also have assurances from the International Quidditch body that Mr. Potter is, and will be, fully cleared to play in any International matches regulated by that body.”
So you can see, John, not much information to go by. However, in a surprising turn of events Mr. Potter has been publically defended by the very same Harpy reserve player that set all of this in motion through her brutal attack.
James, it really is very confusing. Mr. Potter and Miss Weasley have been seen many times over the past week in public together, apparently getting along just fine. They even attended the first quarter Quidditch reception together, despite the fact that she was banned from the event. Our sources now tell us that she is in attendance at today’s match, sitting in the Arrows’ box using Mr. Potter’s tickets. The Ministry continues to have no comment on the matter.
Getting back to our match this afternoon, how do you think the Falcon fans will react to Mr. Potter?
That’s a very good question. The Falcon superstar Seeker, Jeremiah Jones, has stated that he would refuse to play against Mr. Potter, and while that is mostly posturing, the Falcon fan base has become energized around the issue. I don’t think Mr. Potter can expect a warm welcome here at Falmouth.
We’ll just have to see. We will be right back with more coverage and in-depth analysis of today’s match after a word from our sponsors. You’re listening to W3 and WWN productions.
Ginny sat back in her seat, waiting for the match to begin. The excitement around her arrival had mostly dissipated, leaving her alone with her thoughts. She was glad to be rid of Dean, the pompous ass, but she still wasn’t sure of Harry. He seemed nice enough, when he wasn’t yelling at her or messing her about at nightclubs, and her family certainly seemed taken with him. He was so very much unlike other men she had dated. In some moments he seemed strong, and very sure of himself. Others, he was shy and reserved, almost as if he was unsure of what was expected of him.
Ginny remembered what her father and brothers had begun telling about the war. She could only imagine what Harry had been going through while she was idling away her days in teenage gossip and drama at Hogwarts.
Then there was the issue of his secret charms. They hadn’t spoken of it directly. Ginny could sense his appreciation of the fact that she hadn’t asked and instead had trusted him. However, she was curious. It was something that she would have to address if they continued to spend time together.
Ginny sighed and glanced around the Falcons’ stadium. It was larger than the Harpy stadium at Holyhead, but not as nice. She had heard that Appleby had a nice stadium as well. Sliding further down into her seat, Ginny began to get depressed. Since she was more than likely banned for life, she would probably never get to see it except possibly as Harry’s guest. Ginny appreciated Harry and his plan, but attending matches as his guest was not the same as playing. Ginny sat back up as the crowd erupted in screams and boos. The Arrows had entered the stadium.
And we are back. Today’s match looks to be a great match-up, assuming, of course, that mass insanity does not break out in similar fashion to the Arrows’ last match. On paper the Falcons do not match up well against the surging Arrows. However, anything is possible with a team whose motto is “Let us win, but if we cannot win, let us break a few heads.”
Too right, John. Let’s take a closer look at the line-ups. The Arrow Chaser trio, led by Matt Jones, has dominated in the first few matches and looks to be the best in the league. The Arrow Beaters, led by Alison Jones (no relation), while not statistically leading, are known to be quite fearsome and accurate with their bats. Finally, the starting Seeker for the Arrows is… Harry Potter?
Correct, James. The Arrows have decided to start their scandal-laden Seeker, perhaps in a show of support. The crowd has just learned the starting line-ups and is not pleased with the fact that Potter is starting. Jacob Ashford doesn’t look too pleased himself. Let’s all hope this match goes better than the last.
Listen to that crowd, John. They are really worked up. I’m glad that the Arrows have brought security with them for this match. Things could get ugly.
The teams are on the pitch, we are ready for play! And they are off!
What strategy do you think the Falcons will use here, James?
I don’t think the Falcons have the speed to stay man-to-man with the Arrows’ Chasers; however, I also don’t believe that their Beaters are accurate enough to really give them the benefit of a zone defence. The Falcon coach is known for his innovative strategies, so it will be interesting to see what he was come up with here.
The Arrows quickly take the Quaffle and are moving down the pitch, left to right on your MirrorVision set. This isn’t good, John, this isn’t good at all. The Falcon defenders are all ignoring the Quaffle and are focusing solely on Potter. The Falcons are known for their physical play, this could get ugly. The Chasers have hemmed him in and the Beaters are both setting up dual shots toward him. Even the Falcon Seeker, J. Jones, is in on the action, flying by and delivering a vicious elbow to Potter’s temple. The Arrows have scored and the Falcons have been called for dual penalties, Cobbing and Interfering with a Seeker, but the crowd doesn’t seem to mind. Potter is down on the pitch, bleeding profusely. We will back after this word from our sponsors; you’re watching Quidditch on W3 and WWN productions.
Ginny jumped to her feet as the crowd roared in approval as Harry clutched his broom and tried to make his way to the ground. She could clearly see the blood pouring down his face from the second elbow thrown by that bastard Jeremiah Jones. Ginny had to hold herself back from sprinting down to the pitch when Harry finally landed and crumpled to the ground. The crowd roared louder, some jumping with glee.
Ginny sat down shakily, her eyes never leaving Harry. Again she had the strongest urge to run down and shield him from the press, the crowd, from life. She wanted — no, needed — to protect him. She closed her eyes and made herself breathe deeply waiting for the medi-witch to help Harry.
Suddenly the crowd began quieting as they realized the magnitude of what had happened. Harry Potter lay on the pitch bleeding and they were cheering. This wasn’t the average, self-absorbed Quidditch player. This was Harry Potter. How could they have hated him? The details of the war were mostly classified, but they knew that he had saved them. He was the Boy-Who-Lived, for Merlin’s sake. He was a hero.
An eerie hush settled over the stadium and the crowd began sitting down as Harry continued to lie still on the pitch. Suddenly a lone voice cried out into the silence.
“Harry! Get up, Harry! Get up!”
Ginny watch, amazed. It was if a dam had broken. Suddenly the entire crowd was back on their feet, all yelling encouragement.
“Harry! Harry! Get up, Harry!”
Ginny stood herself and lent her voice to the frenzy. “GET UP, HARRY,” she yelled, choking back a sob.
Suddenly he stirred, rolled over, and was helped to his feet. Again the crowd let out an enormous roar. Witches and wizards were hugging one another, some again jumping for joy, their previous animosity forgotten.
Ginny sat back down in relief. The British Wizarding world had to be the most fickle group of loonies in existence.
The crowd began a chant they continued well into the game. “Haarryyy… Harrrryyy… Harrryyy…”
We are back, folks. Once again, Harry Potter does not disappoint. The Falcon Seeker has been ejected from the game for intent to injure. This makes twice in two matches that opposing players have been ejected for attacking Mr. Potter.
I wonder if we will see Mr. Jones sitting in Mr. Potter’s box next week alongside Miss Weasley, eh, James?
I’m… not sure, John. Regardless, the crowd is now firmly on Mr. Potter’s side as we resume play. However, with their Seeker gone, I do not believe that the Falcons stand much chance.
The Falcons have come out in an interesting formation. It looks like they are going to a box and one, using four players in a zone and playing the Arrow Chaser Matt Jones man-to-man. Jones is the Arrows best Chaser and team captain, so will have to see if this has any affect on the Appleby offence.
Potter has elected to stay in the match, to the delight of the crowd. The Falcon reserve Seeker is obviously not up to the task on containing Potter. He is clearly on the defensive and struggling to keep up.
Jones takes the Quaffle for the Arrows and moves up and to the left, diagonally crossing centre pitch. He’s having difficulty passing off due to the tight man defence and the zone-clogged passing lanes. He’s circling back now and regrouping, passes to Michael, back to Jones. Jones breaks right and down, passing up now through the zone and handing off back to Michael. Michael passes to Colroy, back to Michael, moving down the right side now, deep on the Falcons’ side of the pitch. The Falcons are tightening their zone now, bringing pressure to bear.
Jones circles back out again, looking to regroup.
This strategy appears to be working, James, but the discipline of the Arrows is showing in the way that they refuse to take a poor shot and instead are manoeuvring for a better opportunity.
I think that’s right, John. If the Falcons stay in this formation, we may have a low-scoring game. I still do not believe that they can win with their reserve Seeker in play. At this point, I’m just waiting for Potter to catch the Snitch and end it.
Jones now trying the middle, nice no-look pass to Michael. Michael dives left, spins right, and shoots!
Saved by Johnson for the Falcons and recovered by Colroy for the Arrows. They are setting up again.
An hour into play now and the Arrows lead the Falcons 80 — 10. It’s been a very slow, low-scoring game, but the Falcons refuse to change strategies, even when it has become clear that they will not win using these tactics. The Falcons’ fans are becoming restless, starting to boo the home team.
Potter has made a break!
Has he seen the Snitch or is this an impressive fake?
No, there it is, James; he has seen the Snitch! What FANTASTIC instincts! How did he see the Snitch from across the pitch, amazing!
The crowd has realized that Potter isn’t feinting, they are all on their feet, urging him on. The Falcons’ Beater has an angle on Potter; it’s going to be a race.
OUCH! Potter didn’t see that one coming and took a Bludger directly to his side.
Merlin’s ghost! Potter is continuing on course. It’s obvious his shoulder is, at the very least, out of socket, but he is still breaking on the Snitch! AND HE HAS IT! WHAT DETERMINATION! WHAT COURAGE! Mr. Potter has done it again and the Arrows take the game 230 — 10. We will be right back with post-game analysis!
Ginny let out the breath that she didn’t realize that she had been holding. Potter was crazy! She knew he saw that Bludger, but decided to accept getting hit in order to catch the Snitch.
Ginny had seen Harry fly on the MirrorVision and had seen him fly against the Harpies. Today she had seen him fly in person with no other distractions to get in the way. The man was breathtaking. Ginny found herself thinking how sexy Harry was when he flew like that. Nothing would stop him. Ginny stopped and shivered. It was like watching art and poetry come to life.
Ginny shook herself out of her thoughts when she realized that Harry was flying toward her box. He landed, and grimaced, clearly in pain. His arm hung limply at his side. His eyes, however, were bright, bright and full of joy. If eyes could laugh, this is what they would look like.
“We did it, Gin, We won!” Harry shouted as he stumbled up to her.
“Harry, your arm! Are you all right?” Ginny asked trying to manoeuvre around to get a better look at his shoulder.
“Eh, it’s fine, Ginny!” Harry cried, pulling her around with his other arm so that she faced him.
“I’m going to go get fixed up and then let’s grab some dinner.” He pulled her close and with no hesitation kissed her deeply. Ginny was in shock. Before she could even react, he had pulled away and jumped back on his broom. “See you in a bit!” he yelled as he sped across the pitch.
“Miss Weasley, Miss Weasley!”
Ginny turned to see several reporters standing in the entrance to the box. Several had photographers with them. She knew without asking what they had just taken a picture of.
“Miss Weasley, are you and Mr. Potter now dating?”
“No! I mean, I’m not.” Ginny stopped and collected herself. “I’m not entirely sure, to be honest,” she said with her best PR smile.
“Can you comment on the fact that you are toying with the affections of the Saviour of the Wizarding World in order to get around your ban?”
“I am most certainly not!” Ginny said hotly. “I knew talking to the press would be a mistake.”
“Any comment on the rumour that you and Mr. Potter staged your fight and attack for publicity?”
Ginny whirled on the reporter. “That’s brilliant. Thought I would get myself banned, did I? That makes a lot of sense.”
Ginny pushed her way to the door, trying to extract herself from the reporters.
“Miss Weasley, has Harry shared what charms he has been using with you?”
Ginny’s face turned stony as she continued to push her way through the crowd. “No comment.”
“Miss Weasley, care to comment on the rumour that you are pregnant with Mr. Potter’s vampire child?”
Ginny turned back again. “Seriously? You just made that up right this moment. Admit it!”
Ginny had finally made her way through the crowd and had begun to exit the box.
“Miss Weasley! How can you trust Mr. Potter if he won’t even share the details of his charms with you?”
Ginny stopped for a moment in the door, but didn’t turn around. After a brief hesitation, she continued on to wait for Harry.
A reporter finally asks a decent question. What’s the answer, Ginny girl? What’s the answer?
Ginny returned home late that night after a fun and carefree evening with Harry. They had gone out with several of his team mates. They had all been very nice to her, even Alison, although Ginny had caught her staring at her periodically. Ginny hadn’t brought up the charms. She just couldn’t do it. She would have to find another way to address the issue.
Ginny made her way into the kitchen and found a letter addressed to her sitting on the table. Filled with curiosity, she sat down and pulled the envelope open.
To Miss Ginevra Weasley: In light of recent circumstances and public appearances, you and Mr. Potter have appeared to have put aside any differences that may have once been between you. Given this fact, and the fact that you seem determined to skirt the ban at every available opportunity, we are happy to inform you that we have changed the terms of your ban. Your ban has been reduced to three matches, two of which have already been served. After next week’s match against the Wimbourne Wasps, you will be cleared to play again for the Harpies. Due to this event, you are now cleared to begin resume practicing with the Harpy squad immediately. Please try to remain out of the news for the remainder of the season, unless of course, it is in regards to excellent Quidditch play. Yours truly, Ronald Weasley toActing English Director
Ginny squealed with excitement and jumped up and down. Just then another letter dropped on her table, as the owl that delivered it continued to circle the kitchen and then flew out the open window.
Weasley, Report to practice tomorrow at 8 am. Glad to have you back. Stay out of trouble. GJ
Ginny ran to the Floo and grabbed a handful of powder.
“Harry Potter’s Flat,” she cried, stepping into the flame so quickly it barely had a chance to turn green.
“Harry! Harry!” Ginny had begun screaming even before she had emerged into Harry’s flat.
“Ginny! What’s wrong?” Harry cried as he sprinted into the living area, holding his wand and wearing only boxers. His eyes were alert, looking for danger.
Ginny didn’t notice his distress or state of undress. She ran to him and engulfed him a massive bear hug that toppled both of them to the ground.
“We did it! We did it! We did it!” she cried, kissing him over and over. “They reinstated me!”
“They did! That’s fantastic, Gin!” Harry shouted with her, wrapping her in his arms.
“You are the best boyfriend ever! I love you!” Ginny said happily, nuzzling up into his arms.
It was the un-natural stiffness of Harry’s body that tipped Ginny off first.
“Erm, Gin? What did you say?” Harry squeaked, his eyes wide.
Ginny blushed from her head to her feet.
“Shite. I’m sorry, Harry. I was just excited and… why am I sitting on you with you half-naked on the floor?”
Harry smiled a crooked smile at her. “It seems a good place to be for me, Gin.”
Ginny blushed again and tried to rise. She found she couldn’t as Harry had wrapped his arms around her.
“So I’m your boyfriend now, Ginny? Is that how this works? I also thought I heard you say you loved me, is that right?” Harry said mockingly.
Ginny scowled and tried to get up again. “I was caught in the moment. You don’t have to take the mickey,” she growled.
Harry reached up and gently brushed his fingers across her cheek, taking her breath away.
He gently pulled her down and kissed her.
“I would love to be your boyfriend, Gin.”
Ginny gulped. “But we hardly know each other,” she feebly objected.
“I know enough,” Harry said earnestly. “You’re smart, kind, beautiful, and one hell of a Quidditch player.”
His eyes darkened for a moment and he continued so softly that she wasn’t entirely sure the she heard him. “You make me feel safe, Gin. I think I might actually for real love you.”
Ginny pushed herself off him and scooted back across the floor.
“How can you say that? We don’t know each other!” she said, her voice rising.
“What? What don’t we know?” Harry shot back.
“I don’t know about your charms, for one!”
Ginny instantly regretted the comment at the hurt that flashed across his face. All she wanted to do was grab him and hold him until it went away.
“I’m sorry, Harry, that didn’t come out like I meant it to,” she said softly.
Harry looked away, gazing out the window into London beyond. “You think I’m a cheater, Ginny?”
“No! Godric, no! I just meant that I don’t know you.”
Harry’s eyes found hers and she gasped at the intensity. “You know me better than almost anyone ever has before, Ginny. I’ve never had anyone as close as you except my godfather and my friend Remus.”
He continued to hold her gaze as he moved toward her.
“It comes down to one thing, Ginevra.” She shivered at the feeling he put behind her name.
“Do you trust me?”
She held his gaze for a moment longer, judging, measuring.
Harry stood and scooped her into his arms, carrying her with him. As he walked, his lips found hers, and her arms firmly wrapped themselves around his neck.
I’m in love with Harry Potter. Balls.
Ginny’s watch buzzed, waking her from a deep blissful sleep.
“You are reminded that you are required to be at the Holyhead Stadium in one hour for practice.”
Ginny groped over the side of her bed, feeling for the watch in order to smash it into the wall. As she reached, her hand hit something unexpected.
When did I put a bed-side table there?
Ginny rolled over to sit up, but found her way barred by an arm that snaked across her stomach and pulled her tight against another body. She immediately came fully awake.
“What in Merlin—?”
Suddenly last night came back to her and she looked over at a peaceful Harry sleeping next to her. She was in his Quidditch practice jersey and he was still in his boxers from last night.
Ginny blushed. She could hear her mother now. Scarlet woman!
Ginny sighed and ran her fingers through Harry’s hair. How had she fallen so hard so quickly? It was unlike her. Godric, it took Dean years before she went to his bed. It had taken Harry a matter of weeks!
Her eyes roamed the unfamiliar room, taking in details that she had missed last night. There were few pictures of family, simply a faded picture of people she assumed were his parents. An ornate wand was mounted and hung on the wall with the phrase “What is right is not always easy” carved into a plaque underneath.
“You are reminded that you are required to be at the Holyhead Stadium in forty-five minutes for practice.”
“Bloody hell! Practice!” Ginny shouted, causing Harry to jerk awake.
“Whaa?” he asked drowsily.
“Sorry, love, I must to get to practice.”
She jumped out of bed and began to gather her clothes, running around like a mad woman. She turned and glared at Harry when she heard him chuckling at her antics.
“I’ll Floo you later,” she cried, bending over to quickly kiss him, resisting the urge to make it deeper.
She gave Harry a dazzling smile that momentarily made him lose his breath.
“I’m going to practice. I never thought I would be so happy to say that!”
Ginny grabbed her wand and Apparated on the spot, appearing in her and Ron’s living room. Even though she had effectively moved back into The Burrow, she still had a few things in the flat. There was no way she was going to appear at The Burrow in her current state, virtually announcing that she had been with Harry.
“Ginny! Where have you been? We couldn’t find you all night and — HOLY HUFFLEPUFF!” Ron exclaimed, his face matching his hair. “You’ve been at Harry’s all night, haven’t you? Are you wearing his Quidditch jersey? Wait — is that all you have on?!”
Ron quickly spun around, his face impossibly turning an even darker red.
“No time to chat, Ron, I’m late for practice,” Ginny said cheerfully, acting as if her brother hadn’t caught her appearing half-naked in their living room.
“We are going to talk about this later,” Ron said with menace.
Ginny emerged from her room fully dressed, but still wearing Harry’s jersey.
“No, we aren’t, Ron. Remember what happened when you tried to talk to me about Dean?” Ginny asked with wide-eyed innocence.
After waiting an appropriately intimidating amount of time, Ginny kissed her brother’s check and Apparated to the Harpy front room. Steeling herself, she pushed open the door and made her way to her locker for the first time in over two weeks.
“Hey, the firecracker is back!” shouted Emmeline, the Harpy Keeper.
“Well, Ginny, you certainly look refreshed and ready to go,” said Janice, another reserve player.
“I would be refreshed too, if I had Harry Bleeding Potter kissing me after Quidditch games,” Emmeline crowed. “In fact, I bet it won’t be long until our little firecracker here really did get him between the sheets. That is, if she hasn’t already.”
Ginny turned angrily toward her tormentor.
“Listen, you,” she started in angrily before she was interrupted by Emmeline shrieking.
“GREAT GODRIC'S GRANDSONS! YOU’RE WEARING HIS QUIDDITCH JERSEY!”
All movement in the locker room stopped and all eyes turned toward Ginny. Ginny whirled back around and began putting her equipment back into her locker, momentarily speechless.
“Whatever you said to him at the reception got you yelled at, but you clock him in the head with a Beater bat and you get into his trousers?” Emmeline continued with glee. “If I had known that’s what Potter was into, I would have chucked something at him a long time ago. That man is scrumptious.”
Ginny turned again, with her wand in her hand, but was stopped by the sight of her team Captain coming in the room.
“What have I told you about provoking the little ones, Emmeline?” Gwenog asked quietly.
“And Weasley,” she said turning toward Ginny, “didn’t I tell you to stay out of trouble?”
“Yes, ma’am,” Ginny said meekly.
Gwenog stared at her for a long moment. “What’s going on with you and Potter? And I want the truth.”
Ginny sighed. “We’re dating.”
“Will it affect your play?”
“No, ma’am,” Ginny said indignantly.
Gwenog smiled maliciously, sending shivers down Ginny’s spine. “Good, good. You know, I’ve got a feeling that it’s going to come down to us and the Arrows for the championship this year. It would be nice to have someone that has some inside information on their team. Especially someone used to working with, or even being a starter.”
Gwenog stared her a moment more before clapping her on the back and walking away.
Had she just implied that she would make me a starter if I spied on Harry? No, she wouldn’t, would she?
Ginny felt dirty somehow, and she couldn’t shake the feeling all through practice, even when Gwenog moved her to first team Chasers.