"I bet you are," Harry said, meaning it. "I'd love to see you play." There was affection in his voice, but it wasn't because he liked Ginny that he believed she was one of the best in the league. She was good, he could tell.
It hadn't been real to him until just now, the fact that she'd had a life and a career while he'd been gone. He watched her, imagining it, and then shook his head at his own thoughts, smiling. He wasn't glad that Voldemort had put her under a potion and made her believe in his Death Eater government, but he was glad that she'd had a life. It could have been worse.
"I think I'd like to watch more games," he said. "Yours and others, just - I hadn't realized how much I missed Quidditch until now."