Ginny slid down the brick wall, panting and gasping for air, why Madam Hooch was forcing them to run the mile she would never understand. She had just started, but she was out of shape, to her it didn't matter. After all in Quidditch you were usually in the air, on a broom, running wouldn't help you much. The field blurred before her eyes, and yet she could still make out one sweaty running figure. She giggled, "Bet you can't guess. I'll give you a hint, he has dark hair and green eyes…And looks VERY cute in those shorts…" In her thoughts she answered her other thoughts, "Betcha its Malfoy." Ginny choked, coughing, the field blurring more, "EWWWW! "

Madam Hooch approached her in the middle of her coughing spaz, "Weasley Get your Bum out there, I want you in tiptop shape," Madam Hooch scanned her over, "Then again… If you're going to throw up I think it's all right if you take a break, just don't vomit on the field…." Ginny nodded, trying to stop seeing Malfoy in her head, she'd have to get better control of her thoughts. Ginny's mind was spilt down the middle Half Tomboy and half girly. Or if you look at it differently: half good, and half evil, to her the cup was half full…Of air!

Finally starting to regain her breath Ginny stood back up, her heart nearly stopped as Harry ran past, why? Why, was he so bloody gorgeous? "Ginny, you ok?" asked Ron running by, he looked how she felt, why was his face so red! Just then Malfoy ran by, "Are you so thick you can't even stand to run a bit?" Ginny started running again, her evil-er-competetive side took over, "I could ran circles around you, snot." "Prove it!" his eyes flashed. Gin was always up for an argument, as long as it was against Malfoy. She turned on the speed, but he caught up, "Watch your feet!" She saw Malfoy's sneer reading his mind instantly she jumped, over his outstretched foot, bloody cheater….

"Pick up the pace!" yelled Madam Hooch from the center of the field. "I'd like to see her run.", muttered Gin. "Shh, don't let Harry hear you," Ginny whispered at herself. "What?" asked Malfoy. "See you at the finish line," and with that Gin ran, nobody had ever said that she was a bad runner, mostly because she wasn't, she was fast, but had little endurance, but to her competitive side anger, and endurance were the same thing. Malfoy tried to catch up, but he spent to much time trying too watch her and so he ran smack into Crab and Goyle, stupid Knuckleheads.

Ginny looked back, then looked forward again, opps! She almost ran into Harry. "Oh erm Hi…", her brain half turned off. His eyes were so….Yummy…and his hair…and just everything…"KEEP RUNNING MORON!" Gin shouted at herself. "Oh right…" Ginny turned her brain back on. "Did you say something," asked Harry. Her eyes widened, "Think of something clever to say quick…." Her mind was blank except that pickles were a lot like cheese only they are green... Her competitive side took over, "Gotta run…" Gin continued speeding off, away from a very confused Harry. She saw the finish line… She ran harder pushing herself… She was on top of the line…Over the line she stepped strangely on her ankle, twisting it, her leg gave again which sent her thrashing to the ground, she fell on the concrete, still panting and gasping for air, her head hit the concrete knocking her out. Everyone surrounded her, she would have been glad she had worn long pants…