A/N: Hi everyone! So after reading so many great stories I decided to post something up. Please be kind it's my first fanfiction story ever. Oh, and I've previously been reviewing as Niki but now I have an account so it will be Amelie from now on. Anyway, I'm also not sure if I should continue. Let me know what you guys think! Thanks! Special thanks to Spectrum24 for helping me post this up despite the error messages!

Chapter 1

"Hurry up Hermione we're going to be late" Ron said as he waited impatiently by the opened door not even bothering to come into Hermione's flat.

"We're an hour early Ronald, I think that's plenty of time to find our seats, especially since they are reserved for us '" despite her answer she decided to pick up her pace- after a few minutes of running around she took one last glance at the mirror and ran her hands through her hair a few more times.

"I know Hermione but you're missing the entire point of going to a Quidditch match!" he rolled his eyes and sighed with exaggerated exasperation. "First we need to grab food and drinks, then grab a banner, and by the time all that is done we'll be lucky if we catch the introductions".

At that she turned slowly finally facing the tall red headed man in front of her "are you trading in your Cannons loyalties to support the Harpies Ronald?" her eyebrows cocked in amusement.

"N-no, of course not! But this is Ginny's team, I have to support her, she's my little sister!" a small satisfied smile played on his face from the reasoning he was able to unexpectedly put together. After all these years it was still hard to respond quickly and coherently enough to challenge Hermione's intellect …and mockery. The truth was that he had in fact grown quite fond of the Harpies. They were a great team, notably better than the Cannons, and as an added bonus they were a fairly attractive group of witches, his sister excluded of course.

"Plus, you should be equally as excited! You're finally going to meet the last addition to quite possibly the most amazing and good looking family in the wizarding world" he smiled his lopsided grin that earned him a good natured scoff from the brunette.

"Oh I'm sure…though I don't recall Ginny being a member of the Krum family." She smirked as her sarcasm caused Ron's face to lose a bit of color before he rolled his eyes and shook his head.

"HA, so funny I almost forgot to laugh."

"In all seriousness, I am quite thrilled to finally meet Ginny. It seems quite surreal that you and I have grown so close all these years and I barely know her."

It was true. Hermione had been eager to meet the youngest Weasley for some time now. Ginny, unlike the rest of her older brothers, had opted to take a scholarship in a Wizarding School in America. While they were at Hogwarts her brothers mentioned her frequently in conversations but, besides the occasional OWL, Ginny wasn't really present during those years; especially since the trio had been busy trying to defeat the most the most evil wizard of all time. During the holidays Hermione had the bad luck of always missing Ginny when she was visiting the Burrow. Either Ginny had prior commitments or Hermione was with her parents at the time. It was quite surprising, actually, how they never ran into each other -especially since everyone always made a point to mention how well they would get along.

Having finished school Ginny was back in England and had been recruited to play for the Harpies; a lifelong dream of the younger witch. After only a year on the team Ginny became an international star. Her skills were impressive, especially for someone so young; her looks also made her perfect eye candy for the media. All in all Ginny was a star - popular, well liked, and, from what Hermione had read in her interviews, a fairly intelligent young woman. With that thought, she felt a familiar sense of inadequacy and thought that despite everyone's assertions they might not become friends after all, perhaps acquaintances, someone to have a casual conversation with, but that was about it. People like Ginny usually had much more interesting friends- there was nothing she could offer the girl. Either way, she was ready to meet her and what better day than the first match of the new Quidditch season.

"Where's Harry?" she paused as she took a few steps and stood in front of Ron.

"He's meeting us there; he said something about wanting to arrive early to make sure all our seats were in place"

Hermione rolled her eyes at how oblivious Ron could be. From what Hermione could gather from Harry's behavior of late, her best friend had developed some sort of crush on the youngest Weasley. It was quite amusing, actually, especially since it went unnoticed by Ron.

"Sounds good" A second later Ron grabbed her hand and she felt that awful feeling of being squeezed into nothingness.

She opened her eyes and was momentarily blinded by the amount of light coming from the stadium just a few meters away from them. It was absolutely enormous. Hermione, not frequenting the matches, stood in awe as she took in all the people wearing green for the Harpies and navy blue which, Hermione assumed, were Puddlemere's colors.

The entry of the stadium was exploding with energy. The streets were crowded with vendors selling ingenious products to support both teams, children laughed with their parents, groups of teenagers chatted excitedly; it was impossible not to get absorbed into the craze of it all. Trying to take it all in, Hermione let herself be lead by Ron into the stadium and up the stairs to their box. Once or twice she felt Ron turn around and smirk over his shoulder, knowing quite well that the brunette was enjoying this much more than she would like to admit. Still she ignored him, allowing herself to become a "fan" and temporarily dismissing her usual rants about the sport.

Slightly out of breath, the witch entered the box and found Harry sitting down and reading a pamphlet with what looked to be the roster for tonight's game. Much too quickly Harry jumped out of his seat and greeted his friend with a short hug and turned to give one to her as well; the brunette didn't miss the blush that was creeping up his cheeks. Shortly after taking their seats that, not surprisingly, had a perfect view of the entire stadium, Hermione heard the music fade out and the crowd grow quiet with anticipation.

"Witches and Wizards" the voice roared throughout the chilled air, "boys and girls, welcome to the first match of this fantastic game that we call Quidditch! Tonight, we have an incredible game ahead of us! Two rival teams will be confronting each other for the first time this year. After weeks of training these players are back and ready to leave it all on this pitch! So sit back and enjoy!" Less than a beat later the crowed exploded in yells, applause, and chants.

Hermione was amused by the exaggeration used to describe a simple game of Quidditch. Then she turned to look at a beaming Ron cheering at the edge of his seat and thought that for fans perhaps it did feel like monumental occasion. She was about to dive into the reasoning behind sports and human behavior when the announcer began introducing the players of the rival team. After a nice set of tricks delivered by the Puddlemere's to an enthusiastic audience, the music changed. It started ominously, the bass so deep the brunette felt the seat underneath her tremble.

"And finally, please give a warm welcome the Holyhead Harpies!"

Hermione saw everyone on her side of the stadium jump off their seats and yell in support for their team. She too welcomed the team with a standing ovation. Right when she realized she hadn't spotted the youngest Wesley yet, the music changed again. Hermione's search for Ginny was interrupted when the announcer continued.

"And last, but not least, please welcome the youngest and most talented Chaser the Harpies have ever seen, not to mention the most beautiful woman I've ever seen …. Ginny Weasley!"

Ginny flew into the pitch right as the song reached its climax, the bass was hard, and the music was almost hypnotizing. The stadium erupted in cheers, cat calls, screams, waves. Hermione was stunned by the looks of pure adoration, and in some cases lust, the fans were giving Ginny. The brunettes' eyes turned their attention to the girl as the younger witch zoomed around the stadium waving and winking at her fans. Ginny's red hair was the first thing that caught the older witch's eyes. It was blazing like the fiery sun and it danced with the wind as Ginny moved forward through the sky. Ginny's skin was pale but had a nice overlaying tan that spread across her face and arms. Hermione couldn't see her in more detail, but if she was anything like Ron she was sure she'd have freckles peppered across her face as well. The brunette's eyes flickered down to the toned body that was outlined by the tight Quidditch uniform the youngest was wearing. Her shirt, slightly shorter than her teammates, accentuated her round breasts perfectly and Hermione couldn't do anything but stare. Forcing herself to tear her gaze away, she looked at Harry who she was sure was wearing a similar expression she had just had. No we are definitely not having the same thoughts. I was just looking at her because she doesn't, by any means, look like the young and innocent Weasley I had expected to meet.

Sure she had seen Ginny in pictures before, it was hard not to the girl was everywhere, but from the stories she heard from the Weasley's she still had pictured Ginny more naive and not nearly as intimidating. Looking at the overly confident woman before her, however, Hermione realized how silly it was to formulate her thoughts on the girl based on what the Weasleys had told her. It was obvious why they would talk about Ginny as they had, for them, she would always be the baby of the family. In Hermione's eyes, however, this baby was all grown up.

The game ended in a smashing win for the Harpies. The stadium was complete chaos as people cheered and celebrated the well deserved victory. A few minutes after the euphoria died down Hermione began to gather her things.

"Where do you think you're going?" Ron said with laughter in his voice. Hermione brow furrowed in confusion.

"Home? Or do you guys want to grab a drink before that?"

"Sure, but first let's wait until Ginny is done. I told her we'd be here and she said she would come find us after the game."

She had been so absorbed in the game that Hermione had forgotten that the main reason she was there was to meet Ginny. She felt a mixture of nervousness and discomfort rush through her body at the thought of having to come face to face with THE Ginny Weasley. She attributed those feelings to the fact that she was, despite the casualty, going to meet a very famous icon of the Wizarding community. Whatever her thoughts were on Quidditch it was undeniable, especially after this game, that Ginny had extraordinary talent.

"Actually, let me go see if I can find her, I want to go down to celebrate already and you girls can take such a bloody long time to get ready" with mock annoyance Ron made a quick exit out of the box before Hermione could scold him for his language.

His departure left Harry and Hermione sitting in an uncomfortable silence, both consumed by their own thoughts. Before they realized the door flung open to reveal Ron and Ginny in a animated conversation.

It was a split second- that's all it took for Hermione to be hooked. A lock of the eyes and everything else faded away. Hermione couldn't see anything but Ginny, the fire in her hair matching the intensity of her gaze. Hermione could hear that same tremble of the song that played before, as Ginny walked slowly, swaying her luscious hips towards her. The brunette couldn't say anything, she couldn't move, her mind was clouded and her body was reacting on its own. She briefly wondered if this was what it felt like to be under the imperius curse; that was the last conscious thought she had before she felt her blood start to boil beneath her skin. The bass intensified and Ginny marked the beat with every step she took seductively forward. As she came closer the older witch saw the Ginny's eyes had a mischievous spark, her lips curved into a small smirk as she became aware of the effect she was having on the girl. Hermione willed herself to gain control of herself but instead slowly started unbuttoning the coat she had on without breaking eye contact. Before she knew it she had surrendered and was willingly falling into Ginny's arms. Closing the gap between them Hermione saw Ginny smile cockily, still relishing from the sight before her, as she licked her lips just as she stopped a few centimeters away from Hermione's own. The older witch's breathing was shallow, frozen in place, her shaky hands now clutching the second button of her coat. She was positive Ginny could hear her heart beating erratically, if not that, she was sure to feel the heat radiating from her. The tension between them reached its tipping point, and Ginny, maintaining eye contact gave her a reassuring smile before she leaned in closer...Ginny.

"Hermione - Ginny! Ginny- Hermione!" Ron spoke enthusiastically.

"Hermione, it's so nice to finally meet you! I've heard a lot about you" the girl smiled earnestly as she took a few steps forward and gave the girl before her a quick hug.

Hermione blinked a few times as she snapped back to reality. Her eyes glazed over and her palms now sweaty, she cleared her throat to try to regain her composure. Noticing she hadn't said anything since the youngest entered the room she hastily returned the hug as lightly as she could making an conscious effort to ignore the unexpected butterflies in her stomach.

"Oh hello! It is nice to finally meet you as well Ginny. I'm Hermione". She forced herself to brush off how right she felt in Ginny's arms. Immediately missing the warmth and the flowery scent she couldn't help herself from breathing in, Hermione shook her head in an attempt to focus. Who was this girl and what on earth what she doing to her?