So when I wrote this chapter, I was listning to Dire Straits and I want to try a song fic bit in a chapter in the future, but then Romeo& Juliet came on and I like the lyrics so this is a trial run bit...So it doen't go too well, but anyway...



Post 46
Two long and easy weeks had passed. The way I saw it was that if I passed all my exams, great, superb, fantastic and if I didn’t, well what’s the worst that could happen? Because let’s be honest, I was more nervous about the Quidditch game than the results!

“You ready?” Harry asked grabbing his broom.
“Yeah!” I was so excited but at the same time nervous. Most of the school had turned up to watch the game. Harry hugged me into his side quickly.
“Good luck, love. Have fun right?” He said nodding
“Right.” I agreed. The whole team mounted there brooms and we soared into the air, warming up quickly. Then the game started.

***

“And Harry Potter has caught the snitch! Gryffindor Wins!” The voice boomed over the cheers of the crowd. I searched the skys for Harry.
“Looking for someone?” I turned to a beaming Harry. I reached for him. "Well done! You’ve won captain!” I hugged him.
“We all did!” He threaded his fingers in my hair and brought my face closer to his, kissing me softly. “Come on. Let’s go for a sleep. All you’ve done is practice.”
I raced Harry to the ground. He took my hand when he landed just after me as we attempted to get to the changing rooms.
“Eh, Miss. Weasley! Could I have a word please?” Proffessor McGonagall hurried over to me. “I do believe congratulations are in order. You played excellent. Both of you,” she said looking at Harry. A tall handsome man with a hard jaw and greying hair stood beside Proffessor McGonagall. He wore long navy robe that matched his piercing blue eyes. They were very striking.
“This is Mr. Thomas Reid of the Holyhead Harpies.” I held out my hand for him to shake. “He is the under 21’s coach and these past few months has been looking for the next big thing in Quidditch. He is running an exciting new programme this summer that I’m sure he’d like to tell you all about himself.”
“Is there somewhere we could more private we could chat?” He asked Proffessor McGonagall.
“Yes certainly. You could use me office for the interview. And Ginny here could go and get cleaned up too.” She looked me up and down as I realised the effect the harsh elements had on my appearance. I smiled in recognition. The words interview rung in my head. What interview?
“Shall we meet in 45 minutes in Proffessor McGonagall’s office?” Mr. Reid asked.
I nodded quickly. I jumped on Harry as the two walked away. “The Holyhead Harpies! Is this for real?” I kissed him in excitement as he lost balance and fell over coating us in mud. He picked up the earth and threw it at me as I huffed then kissed him again. I was quick to stand up though. “I need to get changed! This is an interview. I’m a mess. I’ll catch up with you at the party. Love you.” Then I ran off to the showers. I pointed my wand at my ginger locks, deciding going for a proper style would probably look good. I was straight with a slight curl at the bottom. I wore a long-sleeved, pale blue shirt with a puffed shoulder and black dress trousers. I wanted to make an impression after all. I jogged out of the changing rooms and fell into Harry’s arms. “Hey, good luck.”
“Awe thanks. I’ll meet you at the party.” I kissed his cheek delicately before skipping off.

***

I knocked on the office door three times before entering. Thomas Reid was sitting reading through papers and documents. He had his quill jotting down notes on a separate piece of paper. “Ah Miss Ginny Weasley,” He stood up as I walked over and shook his hand before sitting down.
“Basically I’m the coach of the under 21’s team for the Holyhead Harpies. We are offering a new scheme to get more girls like yourself, introduced to the world of competitive Quidditch. We run this programme for three weeks during the summer. It’s like an internship that some people will get at the ministry only I personally think this is more fun. You will get to meet girls from other schools too and depending on how you like it, we offer all the persons who take part, a conditional place in the Holyhead Harpies Team. Many of our players go on to play in the World cup for their countries. This really is a once in a lifetime opportunity. And after the way I watched you play today, I would think you’d have no problem. You really are a fantastic team player, and the Harpies would be honoured to have you.” I was stunned. I smiled at him delighted. This was defiantly my year!
“Where do I sign my name?” I smiled reaching for a quill.
“Well here are the papers. Go away and have a think about it, though I’m sure it won’t take too much deliberation. Give the papers back to Proffessor McGonagall. She will Owl them to me. It’s been great speaking with you.” He stood up once more and shook my hand again. I left bidding the man goodbye then skipped back to the Gryffindor common room singing.
“There she is! Player of the match!” I voice called towards me. Harry came over to me. “Congratulations.” He put his hands on my hips and pulled me to him. “You know I love you right?”
“No, I didn’t know that,” I smiled brushing his lips with mine. His mouth pressed against mine. It was urgent and begging for me. He opened my mouth into a hot fiery kiss. He ran his fingers up my back making my blood boil at his touch. There were cheers and woops around us making me very embarrassed. Harry pulled away. “You look tired,” he said tracing the lines under my eyes.
“That because I am. I feel like collapsing,” I joked. Harry pulled me through the crowed and upstairs to the boy’s dorm. Harry’s old, unslept-in bed look all too inviting. I launched myself onto it, snuggling myself under the covers. Harry climbed in beside me. I rested my head on his chest, closing my eyes instantly. “Sleep tight Gin. Love you.”

***

When I eventually woke up, the curtains were pulled around the bed. Harry blinked a few times before sitting up. He stretched and looked at his watch. “Gin, it’s after two in the morning.” I looked down at my body. The once crisp blue shirt was crinkled and looked rather messy. I groaned and let my head flop back onto the pillow. I rubbed my eyes, still tired.
“Hey, listen to that.” Harry whispered. I listened contently hearing the blare of heavy music and chatter. I looked out round the curtains of the bed. “The party is still on that’s why!” I pulled the curtains back to let Harry see.
“I suppose we could go down for a bit.” He said wiggling his eyebrows.
“I can’t go like this though, look,” I said standing up. “I’m all wrinkly.” Harry laughed as he looked me up and down. He reached over to the dresser beside his old bed, and summoned an old grey and red tee-shirt plus a pair of black sweats. “There you go. Get changed in the bed. Just pull round the curtains.” He helped me in.
“You know, a bed isn’t the most practical place to get changed.” I said wobbling on the mattress as I pulled on the sweat pants. I used a charm to make them fit better and I cropped the legs so they looked marginally better. The tee-shirt I keep big. It was comfy but fell off one shoulder. I dramatically pulled back the curtains. “How do I look?” I asked pouting followed by a laugh. He grabbed me around the waist and spun me to the ground.
“Mmm…” I kissed him quickly, fixed my hair into a messy bun, and then took his hand as I dragged him downstairs to the party.
Clearly, someone had smuggled in firewhisky. I tutted to myself. Really what was the point?
Hermione was dancing in the middle of the room swinging herself back and forward, and singing, or more like shouting to the song on the charmed record player. Ron was laughing at her and some other drunken children that were dancing while eating a roll and something. The whole room was jumping.
A slow song came onto the radio. “Dance with me.” Harry whispered. I let him take my hand and guide me to the middle of the common room, where everyone seemed to be dancing and all the sofas and tables had been pushed into the walls. I rested my head on his shoulder.

A love-struck Romeo sings the streets a serenade
Laying everybody low with a love song that he made
Finds a street light steps out into the shade
Says something like you and me babe, how about it?

“When you’re an international Quidditch player, I hope you remember me. Cause I’m the one that spent countless hours with you practicing!” Harry whispered.

Juliet says hey it's Romeo; you nearly gave me a heart attack
He's underneath the window; she's singing hey la my boyfriend’s back
You shouldn't come around here singing up to people like that
Anyway, what you gonna do about it?

“Why would I forget you? I’ll still come and see you, what, once or twice a year. I’ll live in your guest bedroom when I’m home and you can cook me all your great meals. And if it isn’t too much trouble, I’d like them on a silver platter.” I smiled as he twirled me around.

Juliet the dice was loaded from the start
And I bet, and you exploded in my heart.
And I forget, I forget, the movie song
When you gonna realize it was just that the time was wrong, Juliet.

“Oh, no trouble at all. The pleasure would be all mines to have you stay over." He joked. “What about during summer? Will you come and stay over then?” He asked this time serious.
“Maybe… Depends what your cooking.” I laughed and elbowed him in the ribs.

Come up on different streets, they both the streets of shame
Both dirty both mean, yes and even and dream was just the same
And I dreamed your dream for you and now your dream is real.
How can you look at me as if I was just another part of your deal?

“No seriously.” He said.
“Yeah every few nights. But you’re going to come back to the Burrow first for a few days. Cause you’ll be painting and stuff, won’t you?”

Well you can fall for chains of silver; you can fall for chains of gold.
You can fall for pretty strangers and the promises they hold
You promised me everything; you promised me thick and thin yeah
Now you just say oh Romeo yeah, I used to have a scene with him.

“Yeah, if your mum doesn’t mind.” He said. I rolled my eyes at him. Surely after all these years he must know that he is welcome no matter what!
“Harry, I could give you her answer without asking her.”
“Well it’s nice to wait and see what the host says."

Well you can fall for chains of silver; you can fall for chains of gold.
You can fall for pretty strangers and the promises they hold
You promised me everything; you promised me thick and thin yeah
Now you just say oh Romeo yeah, I used to have a scene with him.

“You know you’re not that bad of a dancer. The last time you danced with me was Bill’s wedding.”
“Why, is that surprising?”
“No no. Just glad to have a guy that can dance.” I rested my head against his as I stared into his eyes.

Juliet when we made love you used to cry
You said I love you like the stars above I'll love you till I die
There's a place for us, you know the movie song
When you gonna realize it was just that the time was wrong Juliet?

“Ginny, I can’t wait for the holiday! We are going to have such a good time.” He grinned from ear to ear.
“I thought I was more excited than you, but it seems I am mistaken.” He laughed casually and then whispered, “You have no idea.”

I can't do the talk, like they talk on the TV
I can't do a love song, like the way it's meant to be.
I can't do anything, but I'd do anything for you.
I can’t do anything but be in love with you.

“This trip, it feels so…weird!” I told Harry. And it was true. I couldn’t really get over it.
“Weird? Oh right.”
“No, it’s just so different to anything I’ve done before.”
“Eh, same here!”

And all I do is miss you and the way we used to be
All I do is keep the beat and bad company.
All I do is kiss you through the bars of a rhyme
Juliet I'd do the stars with you anytime.

“You don’t seem too happy. Don’t you want to go?”
“It’s just I feel like it’s the end of something. I’m not sure what though. And I feel like it will be a new beginning for us.” I looked up at him, hoping he’d have a solution.
“Yeah, I know.” He held me close wrapping his arms tightly around me, and then he planted a kiss on my forehead.

A love struck Romeo, sings the streets a serenade.
Now he's laying everybody low, with a love song that he made.
Finds a convenient street light, steps out of the shade
Says something like you and me, babe how about it.

As the song faded out, I let go of Harry. Ron was trying to persuade Hermione to go to bed, as she would need time to recover from her wild night. Harry took my hand to get my attention. “I’m really tired Ginny, I’m going to head back to the dorm. But just you stay.”
“No I need to turn in anyway. I’ll be exhausted otherwise, and I want to start my packing for going home tomorrow.” Harry didn’t say much on the way back to the dorm. His face was tired and drawn. I don’t think he’ll ever get used to parties, especially ones that run into the early hours of the morning. He kissed me once at my door, only bidding me a goodnight. I was pretty sure he’d have a long lie the next morning.




I know I didn't write much for the quidditch game, but I wouldn't know where to start lol But it was the bit after that was important...
And there's no promises as to when I'll post again, cause I don't even have an aproximate date/time.
Thanks, Soph x

random thingymabob...Perfect Match is perhaps the sadest book I've ever read. I Jodi Picoult!