It had started out as a competition of sorts between the two girls. They were trying to outdo each other on the Quidditch pitch, and an underlying sexual tension of sorts had built up over time.
Ginny would be lying if she said she wasn't attracted completely and utterly to Pansy Parkinson. The girl was stunning in her green uniform, and she looked even better in her school robes.
Everything about her, even her snotty remarks, made Ginny swoon. Of course Ginny gave as good as she got. She found that she looked forward to the heated exchanges her and Pansy often had, even if it often landed them in detention together.
Detention meant staring at Parkinson as she loosened her tie and let her hair down. It was a sight Ginny didn't mind seeing at all, truth be told. She could look at it every day and be content. Of course she wanted more, but for the moment she was satisfied.
"What, do I have something on my face?" Parkinson asked suddenly one detention as Ginny had stopped scrubbing to stare.
Ginny blushed furiously and ducked her head. There wasn't much she could say, so she didn't say anything.
Parkinson—Pansy—cocked her head to the side and watched Ginny for a moment before going back to the task at hand. But every now and again she'd look up at Ginny, a knowing smirk on her face.
Their rivalry heated up from then on, and it was better than ever. Everywhere they went people were talking about who would win if it came down to a fight. Ginny could swear Pansy was grinning bigger these days, and Draco Malfoy was no longer on her arm. That thrilled Ginny in a way it probably shouldn't have.
The day the pipes burst in the Slytherin changing room, Ginny was sure she'd died and gone to heaven. In came Pansy, tossing her clothes off carelessly and donning her Quidditch uniform. She was bustier that Ginny had expected, and Ginny felt her cheeks flush just being in Pansy's presence.
She was certain Pansy had noticed. The girl was smirking so widely Ginny thought her face might crack, but it wasn't a bad look on her.
They played a hard game, both girls going at it for dear life, and Ginny was certain her muscles were going to be aching for days afterwards, but it was certainly a game to remember. As they touched back down to the ground, they both shook hands, breathing deeply and in desperate need of water.
Gryffindor had won, just barely, and they were planning a victory party. But Ginny cared more about the girl undressing next to her than celebrating.
"You should come join us," Ginny told her.
Pansy arched a brow, a slow grin spreading across her face.
"Like a date?" she asked.
Ginny flushed. "Yeah. Like a date."
And when Ginny got a kiss at the end of the night, she felt like perhaps she were the one to catch the Snitch instead of Harry.