A/N: This is my first. Wow. I cannot summarize things. I'm the one who wrote a 10 page summary on a 5 page story. Here are the warnings. I will say them once, and once only. THERE MAY BE SLASH. THERE MAY BE ATTEMPTED SUICIDE. THERE MAY BE DEATH. THERE MAY BE RAPE. As I am not sure on any of these things, I would suggest that you click the little back button now, to avoid any misunderstandings. Please do not get mad for not heeding this warning. Please don't flame me, but constructive critism is welcome. Well, off we go! I'm so nervous! Please Please Please review!!! And, we're off! -betsy

Disclaimer: I own only the plot. J.K. Rowling owns all charcters and settings and stuff like that. I make no money. All done? Read on!

Under the Moonlit Sky: Chapter One; The Game Begins

Ginny was on her way out to the Quidditch pitch with Hermione, Harry and Ron not far behind. She had her broom over her shoulder and could hear Harry and Ron discussing some weird strategy that obviously wasn't going to work. It was a clear, crisp, early November day. Perfect for the first match of the year. It was her sixth year, and she was still on the team, but as a Chaser now.
"Look at them. It's kind of pathetic, wouldn't you say?" Ginny looked back at the boys, Ron moving his hands wildly about elaborating on a 'secret' plan, turned back to Hermione and said, "Yes, rather. Are they always like this before games?"
"'Fraid so. Can never get them to settle down about it. Even when Ron wasn't playing, he wouldn't do any work the entire week before a match. I don't know how they do it," Hermione trailed off, when the boys suddenly quit talking about the game, and Ginny heard the reason why.
She turned to see Draco Malfoy and his gang of Slytherins coming down the steps of the castle. Everyone could hear Pansy's shrieks from there, followed by moronic laughs from Crabbe and Goyle.
"Just what we need, a little pre-match anti-spirit," Ron drawled out sarcastically.
The Gryffindors started walking a little faster, but the Slytherins somehow managed to catch up enough to be heard.
"Ignore them," Hermione sing-songed more towards the boys than anyone else, but Ginny could tell Ron was fuming anyway, Harry not much better.
"Ooh, tell me what you were going to do to the Weasel again, Draky," Pansy squealed with a disgusting delight.
"Just shove it, Parkinson." Harry's voice made Ginny jump, although she had long gotten over her girlish crush. She was becoming a young woman, and had more on her mind than just boys.
"Ooh, and what are you going to do about it, Potter?" Pansy asked shrilly. "Sticking up for your pathetic excuse for a friend? And what about the mudblood, what's she going to do?" Ron made a noise that sounded like a roar of anger that got caught in the back of his throat while he choked on it, and Hermione quickly reached for her wand, holding on to it tightly beneath her robes, face flushed in anger.
"Didn't he tell you to shove it, Parkinson?" Hermione looked surprised at the forcefulness in Ginny's voice, and Ginny herself was a bit taken back. "Well?" Ginny felt her face hot with anger. Pansy was pushing it. If she didn't quit, they'd all be on her.
Pansy flipped her short hair out of her eyes, and turned towards Ginny with what looked like a snarl on her face. Ginny was petrified. Not because the look she got, but because Pansy had looked straight at her. It was an odd, enlightening feeling until she was snapped out of it when Pansy spoke. "Oh look, Ginny Weasley, the youngest of the pure-blood traitors. Are you going to stick up for your ever-so-precious Boy-Who-Lived? Are you going to come to the defense of your traitor family? And what about the mudblood? You gonna stand up for her too? What about it, Weaselette?"
"Pansy, that's enough." The cool words of Draco made Pansy jump more than anyone. All eyes were instantly turned to the platinum blond. His cold, gray, eyes in turn looked all of them over. Ginny noticed that he seemed to look her over more thoroughly though, like he was studying her in a manner which hadn't occurred to him. She could feel him piercing her mind with his unwavering gaze, making her very uncomfortable at the thought that he might know Legilimency. Occlumency started to sound really good until something finally broke the silence.
Andrew Kirke, Jack Sloper, Euan Abercrombie, and Natalie McDonald were coming down the grass towards the Quidditch pitch, also with brooms in tow. They were talking loudly of how great this match was going to be, and how much they would revel in the glory of them winning. Natalie and Euan, both looking very nervous, were still getting used to being on the team, and no doubt neither had eaten very much for breakfast.
When the four Gryffindors reached the other eight students at a standstill, there were great looks of confusion on Andrew and Jack's faces. Draco just left his eyes on Ginny, then spat out, "See you on the field, Weaselette." The Slytherins walked off, making small noises amongst themselves, heading towards the pitch.
"What in the bloody hell was that?" Andrew's very straightforward question broke the tension left by the Slytherins. The malice in the air was so think you could cut it with a knife. Neither Ron nor Harry had moved, and were still staring at the spot that Draco had been occupying. They both seemed to be in their own little trance, livid with hate for the Slytherins. Time felt like it stopped, just sitting at the moment after Draco, Pansy, and their henchmen left.
"Well, best be getting down to the pitch for a little pre-match warm up, right boys?" Hermione brought them out of their reverie, Harry turning around and saying, "Yea, this team needs a little pep talk," and heading down the lawn. Hermione walked up beside Ginny and they started chatting.
"So, those are the new chasers, huh?" she questioned Ginny.
"Yea, and they aren't too bad. The five other people that showed up to try out were painfully horrible. One couldn't even stay on his broom proper. We had no other choice, since they were the only two who could fly, and do anything else at the same time." Ginny sniggered at her own joke, and Hermione just looked at her disapprovingly. "All, right, how about I'll bet you three galleons that we lose, what d'ya say?" Ginny looked towards Hermione who took a minute to think before responding.
"Okay, but why only three?" She eyed Ginny in a way to make her feel cheap.
"Because it's all I have if I want to do anything next Hogsmeade weekend. So, you're on for the bet? I'd think you would be above petty gambling?" Ginny returned the shifty look Hermione was giving her.
"Well, usually I am, but when it's a sure thing..." She trailed off and jogged up to talk with Harry, leaving Ginny walking on her own.
"Hey! That's not fair!" Ginny called after her, but to no avail. She just kept walking until they were all at the Gryffindor locker rooms.
"All right, everybody, settle down. I want your full attention for this. We need to get a couple things clear here." Harry barked out as everyone sat down, Hermione going to find seats in the stands. At the moment Ginny could hear people coming down the lawns towards the pitch. The game would start way to soon. Harry went on for about ten minutes about rules, plays, and things no one was listening to anyway. Every once in a while someone would ask a question, but Ginny knew all the answers. This wasn't going to be a hard match, since they were playing against Slytherin, and this team was pathetic. 'We're gonna lose in ten minutes, no more, no less,' she was thinking to herself when Harry finally announced that they needed to get their robes on and get out there.
Ginny heard the crowds over head, talking, laughing, all excited for the game. She knew everyone except Slytherin wanted Gryffindor to win, just because they would beat Slytherin. She wondered who would be commentating since Lee Jordan was gone. Hopefully it was someone exciting, and just as biased as he was. That was the best part of the games when she wasn't playing, just listening to what Lee was saying, and listening to McGonagall yell at him. She dressed into her uniform, found her broomstick again, and flipped it over her shoulder. Looking around the locker room, everyone else was ready except Harry, who had to help Euan get into his robes with out tripping over the bottom.
She looked towards her only other female teammate. Natalie had long, straight, golden hair that had been pulled up into a high ponytail. Her dark blue eyes were scanning over herself to make sure she looked okay, and that nothing was out of place. Sure enough, nothing seemed to be wrong. Natalie looked up and found Ginny looking at her, at which Ginny turned away. She was staring, which was embarrassing.
"So, excited 'bout the game?" Natalie had a fairly high voice, with a lot of happiness in her speech. There was a rich tone to it, not how like some voices can be flat, it was full of warmth. Her personality was of the happy-go-lucky type, generally just all-around smiles.
"Yeah, I guess. How about you?" Ginny wasn't quite certain she should have asked that, or even answered.
"Oh, I'm excited, but I'm really nervous I'm going to fail the team. I don't want to get everyone's hopes up and then lose. I really hope we win this match today. And it being my first game, how cool would it be if we won? Against Slytherin of all the houses." Ginny wasn't quite sure what to say to this. Yeah, it would be pretty cool.
"Did you eat much this morning? I know that before my first game, I barely ate anything. Neither did Harry or Ron." Ginny wasn't quite sure where she was going with this, but it felt okay to say.
"No, I had a piece of toast and strip of bacon. I was sitting with Euan, who I don't think ate anything, just sort of pushed a couple things around. Really? You all didn't eat either? That doesn't make me feel so bad now, knowing that everyone gets nervous before their first game."
At this Harry was finally ready, and said it was time to head to the field. Everyone put their brooms on their shoulders, with the exception of Ginny, who already at it there, and lined up in front of the door. "Okay, I want everyone to go out there, and have a good time and play hard. Ready? Okay, let's go." Harry opened the door and led the way onto the field. The stands were packed to overflowing with cheering people, and in the Gryffindor section all you could see was red and gold. Actually, in most of the stands, all you could see was red and gold. Apparently everyone wanted Gryffindor to win.
They stopped in the middle of the field, lining up in the semi-circle they were used to. The Slytherin team has walked out, headed by Draco Malfoy, and had lined up as well. Madam Hooch was in the center of the circle with the Quaffle, the Snitch released, and the Bludgers struggling in her arms. She threw the Bludgers up into the air, and they went zooming around above their heads. "Now, I want a good clean game from all of you, including you," she added, looking directly at Draco, Crabbe, and Goyle. "Now, captains shake, mount your brooms, on my whistle, 3, 2," and with that, she blew hard on the whistle, and the teams went flying into the air.
Ginny couldn't hear the announcer, due to the wind in her ears the entire game. It was fast paced. She had the Quaffle, passed the Quaffle, she flew underneath Christopher Avery, who was in her year, and above a Bludger, missing both at once, had the Quaffle again and - SCORE! She looked around to see both Harry and Draco flying in circles above the stadium. Andrew and Jack were flying around, along with Crabbe and Goyle, trying to hit the Bludgers into the other team's heads. All of a sudden the Slytherin's keeper, Micheal Rosier, had the Quaffle back into play and shot it towards Chaser Travers. He caught it and went zooming off, Ginny not far behind.
Travers pulled a defensive maneuver and pulled up and tried to loop behind Ginny, but she just halted in mid-air, knowing he would practically hit her. He found her out of the corner of his eye, and screamed and swerved in mid-loop, flinging the Quaffle up into the air. He nearly hit a Bludger aimed for Ginny, and started yelling at Goyle, who had hit it. Ginny tried to go after the Quaffle at the same time as Avery, nearly hitting him, and both missing the Quaffle all together. Euan headed straight for them, then banked, and came back up, power-housing towards the Slytherin keeper. All Ginny could do was stare, as Rosier was looking at Goyle and Travers, not guarding his goals. Euan was just about to throw the Quaffle in when Malfoy noticed what was going on, and screamed at Rosier to do something. Rosier flipped a 180, and dove towards him. Euan freaked out and sped up as fast as he could, trying to escape the wrath of Rosier, not noticing that the goalpost was right in front of him. Natalie shrieked as he hit the pole, but managed to get the Quaffle into the goal at the same time. Rosier pulled out of his dive at the last second to avoid hitting the already dazed, but still upright, Euan.
After all had regained their senses, the game resumed and Ginny scored most the goals, until the score was Gryffindor – 90 to Slytherin – 30. Then Ginny noticed something below her that looked like a little bit of gold, but dismissed it as a watch. She had the Quaffle and was going to score again, but there was a streak of green that passed right in front of her. She kept going forward, partly dazed, and there was another streak, of red this time, zooming behind her. She looked down to see Draco feet away from the Snitch, Harry hot on his tail. She looked back up, lazily lobbed the Quaffle into the goal, and turned her attention back towards the two Seekers, and the little speck of gold they were chasing.
Harry and Draco were now neck and neck; both had their arms outstretched to get the Snitch first. Draco swerved and knocked Harry behind him a little, and the entire stadium gasped at what they saw. Not even the other players on the field were playing; everyone was watching the race for the Golden Snitch. Harry caught up in a matter of seconds and pulled in front of Draco just enough to be inches away from grabbing the Snitch. Suddenly the Snitch went up, Draco losing it, Harry changing direction in an instant to get it. Draco saw what happened and flew as fast as he could towards Harry, when the Snitch changed again, falling straight down, and passing the two boys.
As both Harry and Draco were trying to dive for the small golden ball, a Bludger came from the direction of Crabbe, bringing Ginny back to reality. She looped around as it flew by, and heard the crowd gasp and screams of shock. She found what they saw. Draco flying through the air with out his broom, a Bludger zooming away, and Harry still going after the Snitch.
"DRACO!!" The stadium was ringing with Pansy's last word, as Draco plummeted towards the ground.

A/N: Read and Review! Angelique, I love you for helping me! Moe, I just love you!