Setting: Ginny's 7th year at Hogwarts, probably during the autumn term. Hermione's also in her final year, in case of confusion!
Pairings: Ginny/Harry, Ron/Hermione, but not all that shippy.
Summary:Drabble in which the Weasleys and Harry come and watch Ginny play Quidditch. Unbeta'd, sorry!
They were down by 140 points. How, Ginny couldn't quite figure out. True, Ravenclaw had always been a pretty good team, but not against Gryffindor! They were the best! Her stomach fluttered as she realised her drifting search for the Snitch had taken her straight past the stand in which Harry and the rest of her family, including Hermione, sat. Well, technically neither Harry nor Hermione were actually family yet, but Ron had been inseparable from Hermione for months now, meeting her on every Hogsmeade weekend and appearing in portable fires she conjured in her spare time. He'd even accompanied her to Australia during the summer, to help find her parents. And as for herself and Harry...
Her stomach fluttered again, and her broom dipped slightly, but she turned it into a handy manoeuvre that took her out of the path of an oncoming Bludger hit by Ravenclaw's new, second-year beater. With a sigh of relief, she began circling the pitch, avoiding meeting the eyes of the Ravenclaw seeker, who – although a 4th year – kept looking at her with a kind of awe-filled look, or looking in whatever direction she turned her head. She was rewarded shortly by a flash of gold in the corner or her right eye.
She turned her head left, peering intently, then leant forward as if to fly in that direction, before pulling her broom to the right and spinning to chase the Snitch. The Ravenclaw Seeker caught on a few seconds later, but not before going halfway across the pitch in pursuit of nothing. By the time he was nearing, her fingertips were on the Snitch, and she grabbed it triumphantly as the whistle blew.
Gryffindor really were the best.