FIC--When You Figure Out You, Come Back to Me, chapter two by almond_joyz
Recipient:ithinkamlost
Title: When You Figure Out You, Come Back to Me
Author: almond_joyz
Words: approximately 2880
Summary: Accrued vacation time, an injury and two people who never really got over each other make for an interesting scenario.
Pairings: Harry/Ginny, Ron/Hermione, Harry/OFC, Ginny/Zacharias
Beta: queenb23more
Chapter One
"What did you tell my mother, Zacharias?" Ginny was furious and made no bones about her mood.
"Hello to you, too, babe." He gave her a crooked smile and kissed her on the cheek. Before he withdrew, Ginny grabbed him around the collar and yanked, causing him to cough.
"What. Did. You tell. My mother?"
"Nothing, really. Just mentioned that I could bring your things here for you." Zacharias shrugged from her grip and leaned against the cupboards of their small kitchen.
"You're such an idiot!" she shrieked and spun around to head out into the sitting room.
"What am I supposed to have done now? I think you're taking the moniker of Harpy too literally, babe."
His voice was suddenly very irritating to her ears and she stopped in her tracks, turning to face him.
"Mum doesn't know you moved in."
"Oh come on, babe. When we're married, we'll have to live together." He chuckled and moved to rub her shoulders but she shrugged them off.
"We're not getting married. Not even close." Marriage was completely out of the question, no matter how many times either he or her mother brought it up.
"We're good as." Zacharias reached out and tucked her hair behind her ear. "All you have to do is say 'yes' and I'm all yours, babe."
"Stop calling me that!" She slapped away his hand and grabbed her wand out of her back pocket. "I hate when you say that!"
"Hey, hey, calm down, babe. No need to get violent." He chuckled again.
How could he think this was funny?
"Go away, Zach. Just get out." She shook her head tiredly, the fight having gone out from her. "I need to be alone."
"No. I pay half the rent. I pay half the bills and most of the furniture is mine. I'm not moving out!" The skin of his ears began turning red. "Hell, I just moved in!"
"You did not. You've been here a month and a half."
"Whatever. I officially changed my address last month. I've lived here for almost a year. Don't you remember the fuck we had right there?" He pointed to the braided rug at her feet.
Without saying a word, Ginny waved her wand and cast a perfectly aimed Bat-Bogey hex at him. She stomped off toward the bedroom as his muffled shrieks covered the sounds of her steps. Once inside, she rounded up all his clothing, shrinking them down inside a four by four box. After that, she pointed her wand at his toiletries (he used more than she did on a good day) and set them on fire inside the bathtub.
"What the bloody hell do you think you're doing?" His face was covered with patches of oozing bogie patches and he was grinding his teeth, a sure sign of anger in him.
"Packing for you. It's not going to work out. We're done." She walked passed him but he caught her arm and pulled her backwards into him.
"Oh no, we are not! I will not have you telling me what to do, you little wench! I'm not giving up my chance at a Pureblood marriage."
She pushed him away and felt her anger rise inside. "That's it, isn't it? All this time, I thought you wanted me but you just wanted my blood status?"
"I didn't mean it like that." He shook his head deliberately. "It came out all wrong, babe."
"Stop calling me that! I am not your 'babe,' your 'honey,' or your 'sweetie.' My name is Ginny!"
"And my name is Zacharias! Not Harry!"
"What?"
"You heard me! Last time we had sex, you called out his name and it wasn't the first time. You call for him in your sleep. I thought you were past all that, but I guess you're still the silly little girl you were at Hogwarts. He doesn't want you, Ginevra! I want you even though you'll never really give your heart to me. I don't know what happened to you but I sure as hell blame it all on him."
She had no answer. His revelation took her by surprise. She knew she dreamed of Harry on occasion but never knew she talked in her sleep. And saying his name during climax? She hadn't realised that had happened. What the hell was wrong with her? Why couldn't she let the past stay in the past and move on?
"I…I don't know what to say. I'm sorry?" She wasn't sure if she meant the apology herself.
"So am I. Don't you love me at all?"
Suddenly, he appeared to be younger, softer around the edges, yet still the same arrogant berk he'd always been. Why hadn't she seen it before?
"I don't think so."
Zacharias sighed heavily and ran his hands through his hair. "Great. Just bloody, fucking great."
"Zach-"
"Stop, please. No need to explain, really." He turned to the bedroom and waved his wand, levitating the box of his clothing a few inches off the floor. "It's fine. I only lost two years on you. At least we didn't get married."
He made for the sitting room, the box following him until he stopped at the fireplace. Ginny didn't try to stop him, didn't beg him to come back and work things out. She watched as he took a handful of Floo powder out of the pot.
"I'll be at Terry's place. You can keep the sofa and the dining set. We'll come get the rest when you're at practice."
She nodded as he threw the powder and whispered, "Terry Boots' cottage" and disappeared in a flourish of green flames. She felt strange inside, neither numb nor hurt, neither sobbing nor angry. It was almost as if a heavy weight, in the form of Zacharias Smith, had been lifted off her shoulders.
Sometime later that evening, she awoke to find herself on the sofa covered with an old Gryffindor blanket she'd forgotten she had. Her stomach growled but she ignored it, preferring instead to try and figure out how things with Zacharias had gone so wrong and why she stayed with him as long as she did.
At first, spending time with Zach was fun. He played Beater for the Appleby Arrows. The first time she saw him, she barely recognized him. In the year and a half since the Battle of Hogwarts, Zacharias had grown about four inches, had bulked up, and now had shoulders to die for. She couldn't help staring at him. When he approached her, Ginny had suddenly lost the power of speech and tumbled over her words, acting like a silly girl with a crush on the new bassist for The Weird Sisters.
They had been inseparable that night, talking, dancing, and teasing each other mercilessly. Gone was the animosity they felt towards each other at Hogwarts, leaving in its place a raw, almost explosive, desire to be together. They left together, amidst stares and chuckles, ending up at her flat where clothing was carelessly tossed aside and their lovemaking was wild and frenzied right there on the sitting room floor.
She had never told him that it had been her first time. It had hurt but the quickness of it helped to dull the pain. However, in the back of her mind, she felt as if she had done something akin to cheating on Harry; he had owned her heart for so long that it was understandable that she'd feel that way.
When she told Harry that she wanted to live for herself, she meant every word. She didn't want to have the burden of dating the world's most famous wizard and all the outside pressure that would involve. Instead, she settled for the friendship that she missed the most. Harry was at The Burrow frequently but not enough that would make her feel that he was pressuring her to change her mind about them. She wasn't prepared, though, for the hurt that consumed her when she had walked into the loo at The Bubbling Brewhouse to find Harry buried balls deep inside Romilda Vane. That was the last time she had seen him before returning to Hogwarts for her final year.
That year, she had poured herself into three things: classes, dating, and Quidditch. The work in class helped to make her fourth in her year when school finished. Her mother was beyond pleased and kept asking about what path her career would take at the Ministry. Dating several boys only served to earn her a reputation as a tease and the subject of lewd rumours around the school. Quidditch was her ticket out. It was her passion and fuelled her need to be independent. There was nothing better than flying and the sense of control she felt on a broom. It was exactly what she needed. Quidditch gave her the opportunity to become the youngest starting Chaser in Harpies' history and the freedom to do something she wanted, not something her mother wanted for her. She was good at her job and had fun doing it.
Things were going fine, in her mind, at least, until she had heard about Sylvia. It was a few days into the New Year and she'd walked in on Harry and Ron's conversation unnoticed.
"…and she likes me for me. That's so hard to find." Harry wore a smile on his face as he said that.
I liked you for you, Ginny thought.
"You should bring her round. I know Mum would like to meet her," Ron teased.
Harry shook his head. "She'll be nice and all, but when Syl leaves, your mum'll keep asking me why I'm not dating…you know who."
He's referring to me like Voldemort.
"Mum doesn't care, Harry. She just wants you to be happy," Ron pointed out. "So…you slept with her yet?"
Harry began coughing and Ron had to slap him on the back a few times until Harry nodded.
"That mean, 'yes, Ron, I've slept with Sylvia' or 'thanks for saving my life'?"
Harry stammered, which only made Ron giggle.
"Yes. To both questions."
At Harry's answer, Ginny had spun around and left the two of them; they never knew she was there.
Every time she saw Harry with Sylvia after that, a knife twisted a little deeper into her heart. She was over him, wasn't he? He was obviously over her. After all, he had slept with two girls (at least) since the war ended and his job occupied all his time. Ginny had to tell herself over again that she had done the right thing. She had. She knew that. Life was more important than love…or whatever it was she felt for Harry. Her life had to get straightened out before she could let herself get involved with anyone.
But then Zacharias had show up in her life and her plans had gone out the window.
Her family had liked him and even Ron was civil, for the most part. It had helped tremendously that Zach played Quidditch, Ron's favourite topic of conversation. Mum didn't have to pester Zacharias to eat; he was brawny and had an appetite to rival Ron's. Percy had enjoyed debating politics with him and Bill was never one to give up an opportunity to talk about travel. However, her father and George didn't really take to Zach. George had claimed he had no sense of humour and was a wet blanket; her father had thought Zach looked down upon him because of his job at the Ministry and had treated him with disrespect.
In fact, it had seemed as if the rest of the wizard world thought they should be together as well. One July, she and Zacharias were pictured on the cover of Quidditch Weekly with the caption 'Quidditch Sweethearts' in large, white letters. There was no doubt they had looked good together; they were both athletic, were both fairly attractive, and there was no hiding the sparks between them. It was a good picture, she had to admit, and had ended up framing her copy.
Ginny shook her head and brought herself back to the present. She knew exactly when things began to get bad with him. It was when he unofficially moved in; it was all his idea and she'd reluctantly let him. Marriage was on his mind and that was one thing she didn't even want to consider.
"Marry me, Ginny," he whispered in her ear as he entered her one night.
A shiver went up and down her spine and it wasn't the good kind of shiver, especially when one's boyfriend was asking for your hand. She stilled her movements and arched her back, moving him off her and onto his back. As she straddled him, she shook her hair back and forth across his chest.
"I don't want to think about anything else right now."
"I just asked you to marry me." He pushed her off him and rolled out of bed, pulling his pyjama bottoms on. "Not quite the reaction I was expecting." Once dressed, he crossed to the bedroom door, leaving her naked in the middle of the bed.
That day, she decided, was the beginning of the end. Zach had told her numerous times that he loved her and she said it occasionally back to him, but she never told anyone else that she loved him. That was the difference. Ginny never spoke about loving him with her friends or family, never gushed about how he made her feel, and never felt those giddy feelings that made her heart flutter like it did with…Harry.
Even though they weren't together, the mere thought of him brought back all those things that she never felt for Zach. It had been four years since she told Harry that she wanted to live her own life, four years since she let go of the best thing in her life.
She ran her hand through her hair as she sighed, staring out the window into the dark night. She had really messed things up and had to pick up the pieces herself. This was one bed she didn't want to lie in.
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After that, practice took up the majority of her time, giving Ginny an excuse not to think about the woeful state of her non-existent love life. It had been almost ten days since Zach left, having made good on his word and not taken the sofa and dining set. That was pretty much all the furniture she had left in the flat other than her bed and wardrobe. Her family knew that she and Zach had split; thankfully, no one had given her much grief about it and even more welcome was the fact that no one mentioned Harry.
The post owl began pecking at her window and she got up from the kitchen chair she'd been sitting on and went to let it in. The bird gracefully fluttered in and landed with a hoot on the worktop next to the sink. Ginny groaned as she noticed it carried her subscription to Quidditch Weekly.
Once she'd taken the post and given the owl a treat, sending it merrily on its way, Ginny settled in at the table and gasped at the cover. Yet again, she was featured prominently on the outside. The caption read 'Weasley a True Harpy: Sends Smith out on His Arse.'
With a groan, she flipped through the pages and scanned the article.
Splitsville for Weasley and Smith
Quidditch Paradise has gone down the tubes for two of the sports' lovebirds. Zacharias Smith, Beater for the league-leading Arrows, is reported to have moved out of the love nest he shared with the Harpies' star Chaser, Ginny Weasley. Sources close to Smith confirm that the red-headed fireball unexpectedly tossed him out of their Bath flat last week after having thrown his belongings out the window and onto the courtyard below.
"I was there to help Zach move out and thought it was extremely generous of him to allow her to keep his antique Chesterfield settee," stated the source.
"Fucking Terry Boot!"
The magazine flew into the sink and burst into flames until it was ashes.
"I wouldn't exactly call that lumpy sofa an antique, either." The piece of furniture in question was nothing more than a 1980s era sleeper sofa that had cushions that were too thin and metal bars that gouged into her bum.
Ginny looked at the clock above the stove and groaned. She had to be at the pitch in a half hour for what was going to be perhaps the most trying match of the year and not because it was a tough team.
Today, they were facing the Arrows and because of the article, her play on the pitch wasn't going to be the main focus of the press coverage. And to add to her excitement about the game, Ron was going to the match with Hermione and, surprisingly, Harry Potter.
Maybe I can get sick…
Title: When You Figure Out You, Come Back to Me
Author: almond_joyz
Words: approximately 2880
Summary: Accrued vacation time, an injury and two people who never really got over each other make for an interesting scenario.
Pairings: Harry/Ginny, Ron/Hermione, Harry/OFC, Ginny/Zacharias
Beta: queenb23more
Chapter One
"What did you tell my mother, Zacharias?" Ginny was furious and made no bones about her mood.
"Hello to you, too, babe." He gave her a crooked smile and kissed her on the cheek. Before he withdrew, Ginny grabbed him around the collar and yanked, causing him to cough.
"What. Did. You tell. My mother?"
"Nothing, really. Just mentioned that I could bring your things here for you." Zacharias shrugged from her grip and leaned against the cupboards of their small kitchen.
"You're such an idiot!" she shrieked and spun around to head out into the sitting room.
"What am I supposed to have done now? I think you're taking the moniker of Harpy too literally, babe."
His voice was suddenly very irritating to her ears and she stopped in her tracks, turning to face him.
"Mum doesn't know you moved in."
"Oh come on, babe. When we're married, we'll have to live together." He chuckled and moved to rub her shoulders but she shrugged them off.
"We're not getting married. Not even close." Marriage was completely out of the question, no matter how many times either he or her mother brought it up.
"We're good as." Zacharias reached out and tucked her hair behind her ear. "All you have to do is say 'yes' and I'm all yours, babe."
"Stop calling me that!" She slapped away his hand and grabbed her wand out of her back pocket. "I hate when you say that!"
"Hey, hey, calm down, babe. No need to get violent." He chuckled again.
How could he think this was funny?
"Go away, Zach. Just get out." She shook her head tiredly, the fight having gone out from her. "I need to be alone."
"No. I pay half the rent. I pay half the bills and most of the furniture is mine. I'm not moving out!" The skin of his ears began turning red. "Hell, I just moved in!"
"You did not. You've been here a month and a half."
"Whatever. I officially changed my address last month. I've lived here for almost a year. Don't you remember the fuck we had right there?" He pointed to the braided rug at her feet.
Without saying a word, Ginny waved her wand and cast a perfectly aimed Bat-Bogey hex at him. She stomped off toward the bedroom as his muffled shrieks covered the sounds of her steps. Once inside, she rounded up all his clothing, shrinking them down inside a four by four box. After that, she pointed her wand at his toiletries (he used more than she did on a good day) and set them on fire inside the bathtub.
"What the bloody hell do you think you're doing?" His face was covered with patches of oozing bogie patches and he was grinding his teeth, a sure sign of anger in him.
"Packing for you. It's not going to work out. We're done." She walked passed him but he caught her arm and pulled her backwards into him.
"Oh no, we are not! I will not have you telling me what to do, you little wench! I'm not giving up my chance at a Pureblood marriage."
She pushed him away and felt her anger rise inside. "That's it, isn't it? All this time, I thought you wanted me but you just wanted my blood status?"
"I didn't mean it like that." He shook his head deliberately. "It came out all wrong, babe."
"Stop calling me that! I am not your 'babe,' your 'honey,' or your 'sweetie.' My name is Ginny!"
"And my name is Zacharias! Not Harry!"
"What?"
"You heard me! Last time we had sex, you called out his name and it wasn't the first time. You call for him in your sleep. I thought you were past all that, but I guess you're still the silly little girl you were at Hogwarts. He doesn't want you, Ginevra! I want you even though you'll never really give your heart to me. I don't know what happened to you but I sure as hell blame it all on him."
She had no answer. His revelation took her by surprise. She knew she dreamed of Harry on occasion but never knew she talked in her sleep. And saying his name during climax? She hadn't realised that had happened. What the hell was wrong with her? Why couldn't she let the past stay in the past and move on?
"I…I don't know what to say. I'm sorry?" She wasn't sure if she meant the apology herself.
"So am I. Don't you love me at all?"
Suddenly, he appeared to be younger, softer around the edges, yet still the same arrogant berk he'd always been. Why hadn't she seen it before?
"I don't think so."
Zacharias sighed heavily and ran his hands through his hair. "Great. Just bloody, fucking great."
"Zach-"
"Stop, please. No need to explain, really." He turned to the bedroom and waved his wand, levitating the box of his clothing a few inches off the floor. "It's fine. I only lost two years on you. At least we didn't get married."
He made for the sitting room, the box following him until he stopped at the fireplace. Ginny didn't try to stop him, didn't beg him to come back and work things out. She watched as he took a handful of Floo powder out of the pot.
"I'll be at Terry's place. You can keep the sofa and the dining set. We'll come get the rest when you're at practice."
She nodded as he threw the powder and whispered, "Terry Boots' cottage" and disappeared in a flourish of green flames. She felt strange inside, neither numb nor hurt, neither sobbing nor angry. It was almost as if a heavy weight, in the form of Zacharias Smith, had been lifted off her shoulders.
Sometime later that evening, she awoke to find herself on the sofa covered with an old Gryffindor blanket she'd forgotten she had. Her stomach growled but she ignored it, preferring instead to try and figure out how things with Zacharias had gone so wrong and why she stayed with him as long as she did.
At first, spending time with Zach was fun. He played Beater for the Appleby Arrows. The first time she saw him, she barely recognized him. In the year and a half since the Battle of Hogwarts, Zacharias had grown about four inches, had bulked up, and now had shoulders to die for. She couldn't help staring at him. When he approached her, Ginny had suddenly lost the power of speech and tumbled over her words, acting like a silly girl with a crush on the new bassist for The Weird Sisters.
They had been inseparable that night, talking, dancing, and teasing each other mercilessly. Gone was the animosity they felt towards each other at Hogwarts, leaving in its place a raw, almost explosive, desire to be together. They left together, amidst stares and chuckles, ending up at her flat where clothing was carelessly tossed aside and their lovemaking was wild and frenzied right there on the sitting room floor.
She had never told him that it had been her first time. It had hurt but the quickness of it helped to dull the pain. However, in the back of her mind, she felt as if she had done something akin to cheating on Harry; he had owned her heart for so long that it was understandable that she'd feel that way.
When she told Harry that she wanted to live for herself, she meant every word. She didn't want to have the burden of dating the world's most famous wizard and all the outside pressure that would involve. Instead, she settled for the friendship that she missed the most. Harry was at The Burrow frequently but not enough that would make her feel that he was pressuring her to change her mind about them. She wasn't prepared, though, for the hurt that consumed her when she had walked into the loo at The Bubbling Brewhouse to find Harry buried balls deep inside Romilda Vane. That was the last time she had seen him before returning to Hogwarts for her final year.
That year, she had poured herself into three things: classes, dating, and Quidditch. The work in class helped to make her fourth in her year when school finished. Her mother was beyond pleased and kept asking about what path her career would take at the Ministry. Dating several boys only served to earn her a reputation as a tease and the subject of lewd rumours around the school. Quidditch was her ticket out. It was her passion and fuelled her need to be independent. There was nothing better than flying and the sense of control she felt on a broom. It was exactly what she needed. Quidditch gave her the opportunity to become the youngest starting Chaser in Harpies' history and the freedom to do something she wanted, not something her mother wanted for her. She was good at her job and had fun doing it.
Things were going fine, in her mind, at least, until she had heard about Sylvia. It was a few days into the New Year and she'd walked in on Harry and Ron's conversation unnoticed.
"…and she likes me for me. That's so hard to find." Harry wore a smile on his face as he said that.
I liked you for you, Ginny thought.
"You should bring her round. I know Mum would like to meet her," Ron teased.
Harry shook his head. "She'll be nice and all, but when Syl leaves, your mum'll keep asking me why I'm not dating…you know who."
He's referring to me like Voldemort.
"Mum doesn't care, Harry. She just wants you to be happy," Ron pointed out. "So…you slept with her yet?"
Harry began coughing and Ron had to slap him on the back a few times until Harry nodded.
"That mean, 'yes, Ron, I've slept with Sylvia' or 'thanks for saving my life'?"
Harry stammered, which only made Ron giggle.
"Yes. To both questions."
At Harry's answer, Ginny had spun around and left the two of them; they never knew she was there.
Every time she saw Harry with Sylvia after that, a knife twisted a little deeper into her heart. She was over him, wasn't he? He was obviously over her. After all, he had slept with two girls (at least) since the war ended and his job occupied all his time. Ginny had to tell herself over again that she had done the right thing. She had. She knew that. Life was more important than love…or whatever it was she felt for Harry. Her life had to get straightened out before she could let herself get involved with anyone.
But then Zacharias had show up in her life and her plans had gone out the window.
Her family had liked him and even Ron was civil, for the most part. It had helped tremendously that Zach played Quidditch, Ron's favourite topic of conversation. Mum didn't have to pester Zacharias to eat; he was brawny and had an appetite to rival Ron's. Percy had enjoyed debating politics with him and Bill was never one to give up an opportunity to talk about travel. However, her father and George didn't really take to Zach. George had claimed he had no sense of humour and was a wet blanket; her father had thought Zach looked down upon him because of his job at the Ministry and had treated him with disrespect.
In fact, it had seemed as if the rest of the wizard world thought they should be together as well. One July, she and Zacharias were pictured on the cover of Quidditch Weekly with the caption 'Quidditch Sweethearts' in large, white letters. There was no doubt they had looked good together; they were both athletic, were both fairly attractive, and there was no hiding the sparks between them. It was a good picture, she had to admit, and had ended up framing her copy.
Ginny shook her head and brought herself back to the present. She knew exactly when things began to get bad with him. It was when he unofficially moved in; it was all his idea and she'd reluctantly let him. Marriage was on his mind and that was one thing she didn't even want to consider.
"Marry me, Ginny," he whispered in her ear as he entered her one night.
A shiver went up and down her spine and it wasn't the good kind of shiver, especially when one's boyfriend was asking for your hand. She stilled her movements and arched her back, moving him off her and onto his back. As she straddled him, she shook her hair back and forth across his chest.
"I don't want to think about anything else right now."
"I just asked you to marry me." He pushed her off him and rolled out of bed, pulling his pyjama bottoms on. "Not quite the reaction I was expecting." Once dressed, he crossed to the bedroom door, leaving her naked in the middle of the bed.
That day, she decided, was the beginning of the end. Zach had told her numerous times that he loved her and she said it occasionally back to him, but she never told anyone else that she loved him. That was the difference. Ginny never spoke about loving him with her friends or family, never gushed about how he made her feel, and never felt those giddy feelings that made her heart flutter like it did with…Harry.
Even though they weren't together, the mere thought of him brought back all those things that she never felt for Zach. It had been four years since she told Harry that she wanted to live her own life, four years since she let go of the best thing in her life.
She ran her hand through her hair as she sighed, staring out the window into the dark night. She had really messed things up and had to pick up the pieces herself. This was one bed she didn't want to lie in.
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After that, practice took up the majority of her time, giving Ginny an excuse not to think about the woeful state of her non-existent love life. It had been almost ten days since Zach left, having made good on his word and not taken the sofa and dining set. That was pretty much all the furniture she had left in the flat other than her bed and wardrobe. Her family knew that she and Zach had split; thankfully, no one had given her much grief about it and even more welcome was the fact that no one mentioned Harry.
The post owl began pecking at her window and she got up from the kitchen chair she'd been sitting on and went to let it in. The bird gracefully fluttered in and landed with a hoot on the worktop next to the sink. Ginny groaned as she noticed it carried her subscription to Quidditch Weekly.
Once she'd taken the post and given the owl a treat, sending it merrily on its way, Ginny settled in at the table and gasped at the cover. Yet again, she was featured prominently on the outside. The caption read 'Weasley a True Harpy: Sends Smith out on His Arse.'
With a groan, she flipped through the pages and scanned the article.
Splitsville for Weasley and Smith
Quidditch Paradise has gone down the tubes for two of the sports' lovebirds. Zacharias Smith, Beater for the league-leading Arrows, is reported to have moved out of the love nest he shared with the Harpies' star Chaser, Ginny Weasley. Sources close to Smith confirm that the red-headed fireball unexpectedly tossed him out of their Bath flat last week after having thrown his belongings out the window and onto the courtyard below.
"I was there to help Zach move out and thought it was extremely generous of him to allow her to keep his antique Chesterfield settee," stated the source.
"Fucking Terry Boot!"
The magazine flew into the sink and burst into flames until it was ashes.
"I wouldn't exactly call that lumpy sofa an antique, either." The piece of furniture in question was nothing more than a 1980s era sleeper sofa that had cushions that were too thin and metal bars that gouged into her bum.
Ginny looked at the clock above the stove and groaned. She had to be at the pitch in a half hour for what was going to be perhaps the most trying match of the year and not because it was a tough team.
Today, they were facing the Arrows and because of the article, her play on the pitch wasn't going to be the main focus of the press coverage. And to add to her excitement about the game, Ron was going to the match with Hermione and, surprisingly, Harry Potter.
Maybe I can get sick…