Fixing what you broke

Chapter 20: Quidditch

Chapter 20: Quidditch
Notes:
GUYSSSS I have been SO excited to share this chapter. LIKE I CAN'T EVEN WAIT.

**Cracks knuckles**

LET'S DO THIS!

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Chapter Text
Saturday morning she had found herself at the Burrow.

She had stopped by earlier in the week to check on Ginny, but it had been a few days and she wanted to see her friend again. Especially after the eventful dinner she had enjoyed the night before.

After saying a distracted hello to the Molly and Arthur at the breakfast table, she climbed the creaky steps to her friends room and was surprised, as she pushed the door open.

“Ginny?” Hermione called, noticing that almost the entire room was packed into cardboard boxes.

“‘Mione?” she heard a call from the far corner of the closet and walked into the back, “Is that you?”

“Yes,I was just popping by to say hello,” she called back and started poking at the boxes, “Care to tell me what’s going on?”

Ginny emerged, her skin tone back to its normal rosy hue and her eyes brighter than she’d ever seen them.

“I’m moving!” she beamed.

“Moving?! Where? Grimmauld?”

“No! Holyhead,” she grinned, on the verge of manically.

“Ginny…” Hermione was treading carefully now, she could sense danger, “How… What…”

“Where, When… Yadda yadda, I’ve heard it from the whole family and Harry,” she rolled her eyes.

“Are you… Are you leaving Harry?” she gulped.

“Merlin, NO! Holyheads not that far, I can Apparate only using 2 or 3 jumps! It’ll take an hour at most, with rests.”

“Why, Gin?”

Ginny ghosted a laugh and pulled her hair off her shoulders, “If I’m being honest? I didn’t realize how much this… this pregnancy was going to affect me. I mean, I know how much having a kid would. But, here I was, staring down the wand at the rest of my life and all I could think of… is all the things I very much wanted to do before they were here.

Don’t get me wrong… I will love being a mother, especially to Harry’s babies. But, there’s more for me first. And, bugger, I felt so guilty thinking that,” she laughed again, her shoulders shaking hollowly, “But now, I just look at this experience for what it is. A wake up call. I’m sitting here, in my parents house, Harry Potter’s girlfriend, second string Quidditch player… I’m waiting for my life to start. But, H… it has started and I’m going to miss it by waiting for a ring or a baby or someone to call me up to starting.”

“Oh Gin…”

“No! Don’t. It’s good, H… It’s so good. I have a chance to take my life by the bludger, so to speak,” she winked, “I’m moving to Holyhead with some of my teammates, I’m throwing myself into Quidditch while I’m still young enough to play it. While I’m not married and pregnant and raising babies. This is our time.”

She said it with such reverence… such wisdom, that it brought a tear to her eye.

“And that brings me to my next point… you and Charlie,” she sucked in a deep breath and slapped her knees.

“Ginny, we don't have to talk about this,” she flushed a brilliant scarlet.

“But we should,” she sighed, “It’s ok, Hermione.”