Chapter 1: The Quidditch Cup
Ginny saw the Snitch, hovering before her like someone had placed it there, clear as day. Without thinking, without breathing, she raised her hand and dove, feeling it secure in her hand. As her fist clenched around the tiny golden ball, Harry's face flashed through her mind - he would be happy, it was too bad really that he didn't get to see Gryffindor win the Quidditch Cup but there was to be a party later – and as she sank to the ground in a whooping, crying, hoarse knot of scarlet and gold, Ginny felt strangely less than whole, like something was missing.
The party in the common room was raucous as always, loud rock music playing with couples snogging in the corners and illicit Butterbeers and sweets lying on every surface. Time after time, she was hoisted on the shoulders of the team and extolled with 'Weasley is Our King', until people settled into the party atmosphere and attention turned to their missing Captain and Seeker, who couldn't be far off now.
And just as it was getting quiet – he walked in. The amount of sound that erupted from the Gryffindors would have shaken the walls of a lesser-built room. Harry scrambled into the room, and Ginny felt herself running at him, with the one thought that had been racing through her head since the beginning of the year coursing through her head at the speed of sound.
And, just as she moved towards him, he moved to her, and they collided in the middle of the Gryffindor common room, wrapped around each other, their lips crushed together in something that looked a hell of a lot like passion – or maybe just relief. Warmth spread through her like the sun, igniting her fingers and toes and they broke apart all too soon. It was silent all around them. Ron seemed to give Harry the smallest of nods and Harry turned towards her, grinning uncontrollably. They exited the common room arm-in-arm and left for what was looking like a long and lazy afternoon in the grounds in which they might find the tiniest bit of time to talk.