Beyond Skin Deep

Disclaimer: None of these Characters are mine; they all are from the mind of JK Rowling.

Author's Note: I need to thank WhetherRose for introducing me to the wonderful world of Fan Fiction.  So I would like to dedicate my first Fan Fic to her.  Thanks for all the encouragement, inspiration, and dreaming! Oh and lastly, for anyone who reads this, can you please comment, I hope to improve my writing skills, and I think this is the only thing that will work!

Prologue

She had given up once and for all.  Too many years were wasted obsessing about him.  She tried everything from worshiping him, to ignoring him, to teasing him.  To Harry Potter she would only be Ron's little sister and a fellow Griffindor. 

Although she usually watched Harry from afar, she knew, since the day he walked into the burrow six years ago, that he was different.  He wasn't even the Famous Harry Potter who would eventually destroy Voldemort. To Ginny, he was just Harry. She longed to be more to him.  It was painful to hear Hermione talk on and on about Harry.  Ginny would give anything to trade places with her, just for a day.  Too bad Harry just saw her as a good Quidditch player. 

"I will not surrender to his eyes anymore."  She tried to convince herself.  But just thinking about Harry's deep eyes was enough for Ginny to forget her promise to herself.  Ah, those emerald eyes.

"Who am I trying to fool?" Ginny said as she changed into her scarlet and gold Quidditch robes. Harry would soon meet her before the start of the same.

Harry made an excellent Quidditch Captain.  He worked them hard, but wasn't a fanatic like Wood or Angelina.  In his second and final year as captain, Ginny was determined to win back the Quidditch Cup for Griffindor.  Ginny shivered as she remembered why Griffindor lost to Ravenclaw last year.  Harry missed the last match of the year because he lay in the hospital wing after another dangerous encounter with Voldemort.  Ginny started to play back the new flying structures in her head before the team meeting.  She lived for Quidditch, and loved listening to Harry's pre-game speeches. The sound of his voice was enough to let her feet hover above the ground for a split second.

"Ginny…..Are you almost ready?" She heard a familiar voice call out.  This wasn't any normal voice.  It was the voice that dramatically affected her without even knowing it.  It was Harry.

"I thought you weren't going to let him do that to you anymore." She laughed at herself as she entered the team meeting area.

She listened to Harry's plans for the game.  It was her responsibility to keep the quaffle at all times.  Harry wanted to have a huge lead in the race for the Quidditch Cup, just incase something or someone prevented Harry from finishing.  Ginny entered the pitch and forgot all about her dilemma with Harry.  She loved to fly.  Up in the sky, she was no longer the baby of the family; she was free. Although her broom was no Firebolt, she was a speedy and graceful flyer.  Her Cleansweep served it purpose, helping her gain one of the open spots as a chaser.  In the last two years, she had broken most of the Griffindor and school records.  Everyone was shocked to see her play for the first time in her fifth year.  Needless to say, Ginny was feared by most of the keepers.  If Ginny had a break away, it might as well be ten points for Griffindor.  Since she was so skilled, many fouls were committed on her, and she was the most beat up player, besides Harry of course.

Ginny mounted her broom, and at the blow of Madame Hooch's whistle, Ginny grabbed the quaffle from within the Slytherin chaser's hands.  She knew, when Madame Hooch was not looking, she would pay for embarrassing Slytherin in front of the whole school.