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Harry watched her seething with rage, Ginny was lecturing the twins on something that he couldn’t hear. His eyes were fixated on her face, watching her mouth move, her brows scrunch, her jaw clench, godric. He mentally thanked the twins for making her mad all the fucking time.
His trance broke when George looked up and caught him blatantly staring at his sister. He smirked and turned to Ginny, shit, this can’t be good.
“Ginerva, why don’t you ask dear old Harry his opinion on it? An honest fella that one, aint he Freddie?”
“Do NOT call me that!” She turned around, her braid flipping behind her as she did.
“Harry, do you or do you not think it is wrong to modify brooms?” She asked pointedly, one hand on her hip, tapping her foot with impatience.
“Uh, Gin, everyone does it, so-”
Uh-oh, the way she seethed with rage, stupid, stupid idiot. He shouldn’t have said that. He could have simply agreed with her.
“Harry James Potter, just because someone else is jumping off a cliff would you follow behind!”
Oh he would, if that someone was her.
He cleared his throat, swallowing what he wished to say.
“Uh- no?” Again mentally slapping his forehead for the worst response to ever exist.
Ginny started her monologue all over again, his eyes fell on the twins quietly sneaking out while Ginny was busy yelling at him, cheeky bastards.
“Harry!! Are you even paying attention!?”
“Yes, yes I am, I am listening.”
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“No you dumbfuck! Pass the quaffle to Katie!” Ginny screamed at Demelza.
If only Robins would understand what a team sport is, Harry sighed and motioned for everyone to stop.
He got off his broom waiting for others to descend. Ginny and Katie hit the ground first, both clearly pissed off and mumbling swears at Robins. He sighed and rubbed his eyes, he was genuinely sorry for any trouble he had caused for Oliver or Angelina.
Once everyone had gathered he started, “Robins, you are a great chaser, one of the best really. But you have to understand that if you continue playing the way you are now, we will lose every match before it even begins.”
Ginny was most definitely going to make him regret this, but it was for the best, taking a nervous gulp, he said with a faked authoritative tone trying his best to mimic Wood, “All the chasers including the substitute, back in the air. Everyone else can leave.”
“Robins, Thomas, Katie and,” he closed his eyes for a split second fearing the worst, “Ginny.”
“All the chaser drills from the top. Start now.”
“What the fucking hell Harry? Robins doesn’t know how to play a team game doesn’t mean that we all have to take shit for her!” Ginny took three long aggressive strides towards him, coming to stand right in front of his face. As if her being angry wasn’t enough now she was on his face. He tried to push away every impure thought and chanted, she is Ron’s sister, so she is like my sister.
“Exactly Harry, what the fuck?” Katie joined her, fuming as well.
“By tonight, you four should be in sync. Try to understand one another. We cannot fight our teammates.”
Ginny and Katie pursed their lips and mounted their brooms.
Dean and Demelza shortly followed them.
Harry on the other hand wished he could chug some butterbeer but goddamn weekday. He ran his hand through his hair, trying to get her face, so close to his, out of his brain.
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