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Ginny abruptly pulled her broom in the opposite direction and sped off towards Ron guarding the goalpost in a last ditch attempt to get the quaffel off Katie before Harry blew the whistle.
The last couple of weeks she'd been so caught up with the sudden shock of getting so much homework, at this point her mother's voice rang out in her head… 'after all dear, it is your O.W.L year', that she'd been slacking off and distracted at Quidditch training that she was sure that Harry had noticed, or at least, she'd hoped he at least paid a little attention to her that he'd noticed.
Flattening herself against her broomhandle she was so close, almost level with Katie when all of a sudden, something collided hard with the right side of her head and she felt herself falling, her head spinning heavily and ground becoming a bit of blur she did however, manage to pull her broom so it was level and found herself hanging metres from the ground. Her head bent forward over her broom in immense pain. The sharp sound of Harry's whistle echoing against the stadium to end the practice did not help either as she felt a gust of air and moved her bleeding head weakly to find Ron hanging next to her.
"Are you alright?" he asked gingerly. It was such like Ron to ask the stupidest, insanely obvious question at such a time.
"Yeah, yeah it's fine, I just need to clear the blood off", she replied weakly, fortunately at this point the small cut on her head had ceased the heavily bleeding, only to be replaced with a heavy throbbing and she angled her broom downward gently landing on the ground.
"I'm really sorry Ginny", said a laughing Jimmy Peakes landing heavily on the ground next to her.
"You do realize of course that when someone starts bleeding, you can't actually laugh about how hard you hit them" said Ginny smiling despite the throbbing on her right temple.
"Unless of course" said Harry landing around the three of them with the rest of the team, "they're from Syltherin, in which case I give you permission to laugh your arse off" he finished smiling at them all. "Nice training everyone, you can all go shower or eat dinner, I don't really care in which order, but if you're not going to shower beforehand don't sit near anybody except Nearly Headless Nick".
"Or McLaggen-" added Ron glaring. Ginny smiled and caught Harry's eye, Ron unaware of their private joke was still resentful toward McLaggen even though he had beaten him for the spot of Keeper earlier in the week.
"Anyway", continued Harry. "Do make sure you eat I don't want you fit and healthy for two weeks time, first up is Syltherin. And I also want everyone on the lookout in the corridors lessons with Syltherins try and stay in the sight of a teacher when leaving and in class. We don't want any incidents like last year". Everybody laughed remembering the unspoken war going on between the Gryffindor and Syltherin players leading up to the match, Angelina had jinxed Goyle with a bat bogey hex for attempting to get her as she left Transfiguration, too embarrassed to admit he'd been beaten by a girl he walked around with tentacles on his face for the next day before being finally persuaded to go see Madam Pomfry by Professer Sprout.
"Ok off you go" Harry called as Ginny began to turn away, "wait-" he said touching her arm, gooesbumps trembled up and down her forearm, "don't you want to clean the blood off out here?" he suggested, gesturing towards the taps.
"Oh," said Ginny slightly disappointed - for what exact reason she didn't know why, "yeah you're right, there's not point getting blood in the locker room". She said turning towards the tap, as Harry walked off towards the locker rooms to shower.
But instead of washing the now dried blood of her forehead she just sat down on the grass. She didn't know why she was feeling this way, or why Harry was making her jump or why her stomach dropped every time he smiled or looked at her. She'd managed to get this under control back in 3rd year. Sure, she'd always liked Harry, but she thought she was over it. During the summer despite being attracted to him, which undoubtedly most girls were - she'd talked to him normally, laughed and joked, but slowly she found that feeling creeping back up on her. Sighing and falling back on the grass she had just started closing her eyes and drifting off to sleep when she realized where she was. Jumping up she clasped around in her Quidditch robes for her wand but realizing she didn't even have a cloth to wipe it with now it was dried, she shrugged and ampled into the changing room.
She hadn't realized how long she'd been lying on the ground and it was now dark out, knowing her luck by the time she showered she'd probably miss dinner and have to make the long trip down to the kitchens. However, consumed in these thoughts she neglected to take into consideration the water on the floor from all the showers and next thing she knew she found herself smashed against the floor. Now her whole body ached instead of just her head and she ripped off her knee and elbow padding in frustration. Looking up she found herself staring at a grinning Harry.
"You do realize this is the boys' showers?" he said not bothering to wipe the grin still plastered on his face off.
"Oh um, whoops, yeah..I..um" she stammered, her head still throbbing and her body in pain. Harry just laughed and bent over offering her a hand. Their hands met and he slowly pulled her up, however it was only at this point that she seemed to realize that he was wearing nothing but a white towel. His body still damp and his hair stuck up in all different directions.
"Why are you still here?" she asked all of a sudden, trying to ignore the fact that she was barely half a metre away from him…half naked.
"Why are you still here?" he laughed, "and why have you still got blood all over your head?"
"Are you saying my head doesn't look attractive covered in blood?" she smiled at him as he walked to the cupboard and grabbed a small towel.
"God Ginny", Harry smiled beginning to dab her head with the towel, "surely you realize you'd look attractive even if you were covered from head to toe in blood".
Ginny's heart was racing and she was sure in a second he would notice the goosebumps forming on her arms as he smiled down at her. Her breathing was becoming heavy and she was so worried that in a second he'd pull away and notice. However, she was saved from such a situation when she heard a door slam and Harry moved instinctively away as Hermoine hurtled around the corner
"Harry guess wh…" but she didn't finish her sentence straight away as she glanced at Ginny and Harry standing now awkwardly in the middle of the boys' showers, Harry half naked and still slightly wet. Obviously deciding that to turn and leave would only make the situation worse she continued.
"we can take our tests to apparate this year!" she smiled awkwardly, "The notice just went up in the common room….Hey Ginny" she finished. Ginny knew that there was technically nothing wrong with what her and Harry had been doing. It wasn't even romantic for god's sake, he'd just been drying her head with a towel, but for some reason Hermione gave her a knowing smile and added,
"Oh, and Dean's looking for you Ginny-" she smiled putting particular emphasis on her boyfriend's name as Harry turned away and grabbed his spare towel.
"Anyway" sighed Ginny now finding herself all of a sudden very tired, "I'm off to have a shower.." as she ambled out of the room, however walking slowly she heard Hermione mumble to Harry..
"So what exactly was I interrupting here?"
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