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“That’s your great tip? Look for it?”
“You’ll be fine. If you see anything shiny just dive for it.”
Ginny smirked, “That’s your technique, huh?”
Harry shrugged, “Honestly, yeah.”
“Wow. Best seeker in a century’s advice for the championship game is to basically be a magpie.”
He grinned, “Just hope no one has a watch on.”
“Oi, Gin,” Ron stuck his head round the portrait hole, eyeing them, “Team’s leaving. Bye mate.”
“Good luck.” Harry said, grimly, and Ron looked sympathetic.
“I’ll be a minute,” Ginny, drumming on her exposed thigh with a finger, “Harry’s giving me winning advice.” Ron gave her a look, but left anyway, flexing his fingers.
“You don’t need advice,” he ignored her legs, “You’re a good seeker. I’d let you play it more if it wouldn’t put me out of a job.”
“Come off it.”
“I would.” She was grinning and he couldn’t help himself, “I keep you as chaser so I can keep playing. It’s a real sore spot for me, actually.”
Ginny, lightning quick, perfect Malfoy impression: “Scared Potter?”
“Of you?” Harry didn’t think, “Absolutely.”
Ginny blinked. The world was stupidly unfair. Ron’s sister. Ron’s sister. Ron’s sister.
“So, become a magpie, avoid watches?” She was backing towards the portrait hole, stepping through, still looking at him.
He smiled. “Something like that. Good luck.”
She flashed him a grin, and the world was good again. Just like that. “Bye Potter.”