Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or the characters, nor am I receiving any financial benefit from this.

Author's Note: This was written in 2005, and I was barely a teenager. I've debated taking this off my FF ... howewer, it was the first thing I've ever uploaded and I'd like it to stay. Do keep in mind, the writing is poor and I really had no idea what I was doing. Thank you for your continued support, you're all amazing.


I just stared at her. She's so beautiful. Her amazing, flowy crimson hair, the deep green eyes that have you beat once you stare into them, her extraordinary physique from playing Quidditch all the time. She just has to smile, and my whole day is lit up. That breathtaking smile makes my knees weak, and my back shivers with excitement.

I keep watching her. Her figure is small in the air, yet I can still see that fiery passion, that look she has on her face while doing something she loves. She reminds me in a way of a house elf, determined and kind of stubborn. I laugh to myself. Her fist punches the air as the Quaffle goes through the hoop. I love her with everything you could ever imagine.

She flies down to me, with that killer smile of hers. The broomstick stops with a small lurch, and she jumps off it into the mud. Harry high-fives her, and I can't help but feel a little bit jealous. Even though I know I'm the one with her, and Harry is just a team member, a mate, her brother's best friend, I get that little jump in my stomach.

She saunters over to me, with a hint of cockiness in her stride, and a smirk on her face. Her lips touch mine softly, and I kiss her back. I still remember the first time we ever kissed. I can't really explain how I felt, sitting on that couch in the Gryffindor common room, just kissing.

The "just kissing" did turn into something more, and we got a little carried away. It was incredibly embarrassing, having Harry and Ron come into the room with me and Ginny wrapped around in each other, nude, faces red from pleasure. We had a lot of explaining to do.

I'm brought back to reality by the touch of her hand to my hair. I kiss her more passionatly, until Harry gives a not-so-subtle cough to tell us she has to come back to practice. We let go of each other, and she whispers in my ear, " Tonight, my room."

I feel my legs turn to jelly as she flies back up into the pitch. Damn, I love that girl. I'll never let her go.


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