"Potter!"

I turn my broom quickly around, only to have a well-aimed bludger collide into the side of my head. I blink, momentarily dazed, before I shake the blurriness away and spot a certain red-head speeding my way. I quickly aim the front of the broom down, diving to avoid her.

"You're not getting me this time, Weasley! And that's Captain to you!"

She laughs at my words, before following my example and diving down to meet me. However, her Cleansweep is no match for my Firebolt and I easily outstrip her by a few metres.

"Ready to surrender?"

I turn and smile at her, confident that I've won this round. She smiles back at me before a flash of

mischief appears in her eyes and she quickly pulls her broom up, soaring above me.

"Not a chance! Captain!"

I blink in confusion and follow her ascent before turning my head back, just in time to spot a bludger, hurled at me by another red-head. I quickly duck out of the way but I'm a little too slow

and it hits the back of my broom, causing me to lose speed and swerve slightly out of control.

"Oi, Fred! You're supposed to be aiming at the Chaser too, y'know!"

He chuckles, before apologising in a mocking tone and flying off in search of his sister.

I search the skies for any sign of Ginny but I can't spot anything. So much for being one of the best seekers in history. Suddenly I feel something behind me, and I turn my broom around sharply, coming face to face with an out of control red blur.

This is going to hurt...Was the last thing I thought of before a mass of broomstick and human collided into me, knocking the wind out of me. We both fell out of the sky, a tangled mass of limbs and wood, heading straight for the ground. Fortunately the hard grass field broke my fall, and I broke Ginny's. Fantastic.

Wincing in pain, I gingerly sit up; looking down at the red-haired girl whose face is currently buried into my chest. Blushing slightly at the awkward position we've been placed in, I clear my throat and smile slightly.

"I'm going to go ahead and say that you've won this round of Quidditch Tag and damn near killed the Captain, doing it."

She giggles and I chuckle deeply, before she raises her head and smiles at me, her beautiful eyes glinting in the afternoon sun. My heart skips a beat, and I struggle to maintain my relaxed composure. Is it normal to look at a person's lips when they're talking?

"Yup! I win this round, Harry!"

Well of course its normal...Where else are you supposed to look, if you're not going to look at those gorgeous lips that seem to be even more tempting at such a close distance...

I silently wondered whether everyone smelt this good, after being half buried in soil and sand. The smell of Ginny was making me woozy and I could feel myself unconsciously leaning in closer, and surprisingly she wasn't pulling away.

"H-Harry?"

She's blushing, I realise as I lean in closer, I smile slightly when she says my name. She says it in such a hesitant manner, so unlike the brazen, outgoing and charismatic girl that I've grown to love. But I like this shy side of her too. This shy side, that only I should have the honour of witnessing.

Our lips finally meet in a sweet union, and the pain in my ribs slowly ebbs away, replaced by an indescribable feeling of pure happiness. I pull away, grinning widely and looking down at the beautiful girl in my arms.

"Yeah you definitely have won..."

I'm about to say something cheesy, like my heart before our 'private' moment is rudely interrupted.

"Oi! You two! We still have a game going on here! Stop making out and do something you're good at. flying!"

Ginny grumbles into my chest before sighing in frustration.

"I'm going to kill Fred, one day."

I chuckle before ruffling her hair and slowly getting up, helping her up as well.

"Leave the homicidal urges until after the game, Ginny."