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Matchmaker Challenge - OliverGinny - Shiver.

Patronus Quest - B6, Horse - Ginny Weasley

Words and Titles Competition - Sweet, Shiver

Sweet Shivers

The wind through her hair as she flew above the pitch was Ginny's favourite feeling in the world. That she was flying with the Holyhead Harpies uniform adorning her slim figure just made it even better. She swooped and spun, maneuvering between her teammates with ease.

This was who she was.

This was what she loved.

"We're letting the bludgers go!"

Ginny raised a hand to show she understood, catching her fellow chaser doing the same thing out of the corner of her eye.

The quaffle was tossed up as the bludgers were released, and practise was fully in session. It was madness, but the kind of madness that gave just the right amount of adrenaline. Trusting the beaters to keep the bludgers away, Ginny concentrated on working through the different moves she and her fellow chasers had been told to get under control.

She didn't see the bludger until it was too late.

The impact was harsh, though she was lucky that it hit the broom instead of her. Spinning out of control, Ginny landed hard on the grass, crying out as a sharp pain struck through her ankle.

"Ginny!"

Sprawled on the floor, Ginny was confused as she looked up to find Oliver Wood staring down at her, a worried expression on his face.

"Oliver? What -"

"Where hurts?" he asked, interrupting her question.

"Ankle," she said, gesturing to her left ankle with a wince. "What are you doing here?"

He shuffled over the grass until he was sitting by her ankle, his wand circling over it in an instant as he cast a diagnosis charm.

"I'm the new physio for the Harpies," he told her, brow furrowed as he lifted her ankle gently, moving her foot carefully left and right. "Today is my first day."

She snorted. "Of course it had to be me that got injured. S'good to see you though."

He smiled. "It's just a sprain, but if we don't get some bruise paste on it, you'll be black and blue in a few hours. Do you mind if I carry you?"

Shaking her head, Ginny winced once more when he lifted her carefully, holding her to his chest. For a brief moment, their eyes met, and shivers passed through Ginny at the look in Oliver's eyes.

"Alright?" he asked, his voice lower than it had been only moments before.

She nodded, suddenly unable to speak. His arms held her securely as he walked her through the changing rooms to the medical room behind them. He set her gently on the bed,conjuring an extra pillow to lay under her ankle.

"How've you been?" he asked, searching through the medical kit for the bruise paste he needed. "I haven't see you for ages."

"I'm good, ankle notwithstanding," she replied, a small smile on her face. "You? Get bored with the Pride?"

"Got bored being knocked off my broom," he muttered, though he winked at her. "The Pride's physio is good, they didn't need another one."

"I saw your last match of the season last year. Your last save was stunning," she complimented.

"It was a good match to end my career on," he agreed, approaching her with the paste jar. "This might be a little cold."

As his fingers touched her skin, feeling more like a caress than a medic applying paste, another shiver ran through her. She remained still until her whole ankle was covered and a protective spell over the cream, before she sat up.

"Am I able to walk now?" she asked, putting her foot lightly on the floor to test it.

Oliver nodded. "You should be fine, I added a pain killing layer to the cream protection. Everything will be completely fine by the morning."

"Good. Guess practice is over for me today though. Lunch?"

He grinned. "Lunch."

As they walked back through the tunnels, Oliver reached out and took her hand, forcing another sweet shiver through her skin. She smiled.