Chasing Love

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any thing really.

AN: I've decided to write as much femme slash as I possibly can. If you like this one read and review and I'll consider a Drarry companion piece if you want one. Pairings are Ginny/girl I'm not going to tell yet, HG/RW, and mentioned HP/DM in the background.

WARNINGS: HOMOSEXUAL SEX flamers will be dealt with, to the left please. I changed a few things around as I like them or was too lazy to look it up. Don't like it, get out.

CHAPTER ONE: Spotted

Ginny nearly lost control of her Stargazer 300 as a flash of blonde hair caught her attention. It had only been a flash as she passed, she hadn't seen a face. It could have been Malfoy for all she knew, she told herself, focusing. Blaise Zabini zoomed by, Quaffle in hand and she gave chase, leaning hard to the right in a fierce spiral around him.

"WEASLEY AND ZABINI ARE AT IT AGAIN!" The announcer called out across the roars, "THE OTHER CHASERS WON'T HAVE A CHANCE!" Blaise leaned forward, shooting closer to the goal and Ginny widened her arc. It took a brave Beater to smack a bludger at her and it rarely happened. No Chaser would risk their safety to get close. Blaise flung the quaffle but the Puddlemore's Keeper kept it and Ginny broke loose, buzz flying past him to startle him and make his throw weak. Carion Rosier zoomed up and snatched the Quaffle, taking off. Ginny and Blaise flanked her, searching for the other.

"Get it together!" Blaise snapped, glaring, "you're distracted!" Ginny nodded in agreement, she was distracted. She also was a Chaser, not a Seeker. Ginny Weasley didn't have time to sit around, scanning the crowds.

"GO GIN GO!" She knew that voice though. Ron was nearby, somewhere in the stands, roaring for his sister. She wasn't surprised though, her birthday was next week. She knew they might come around considering she couldn't come home this year.

"THERE!" She shouted, veering sharply to the left, Blaise zooming over their own Beater's head, as Carion went for the goal. Blaise veered, determined to get that Quaffle as one of the Falcon's chasers tossed his to his teammate to avoid Ginny's wrath. Big mistake. Ginny shot her stargazer into a backward feint, snatching it.

"AND FINNEY HAS SPOTTED THE SNITCH, FOLKS!" Ginny nearly laid on her broom, Blaise joining her and they loosely circled one another, laughing as they tossed the Quaffles at once. The Keeper, distracted by his Seeker, had no chance. "AND HOLYHEAD WINS THE GAME!" The announcer roared as they descended. The crowds had gone wild.

"The hell are you looking for?" Blaise asked, turning to wave politely at the crowd, "you don't see all the red hair?"

"Yeah, I see 'em." Ginny muttered, grinning and waving at her family. "I thought I saw someone else."

"A girl then?" Finney snapped, "get it together, Weasley, stop chasing skirt."

"After you." Ginny snapped back half heartedly. She didn't feel like playing their game today.

"Must be some girl." Blaise muttered as they headed for the locker rooms, "some girl indeed." Ginny just nodded, scanning the crowds one last time.

Ginny had no sooner pulled on her ratty, trademark ballcap (a gift from Hermione) when her family joined her, cheering. Laughing, Ginny put any other thoughts aside and doled out hugs left and right. Hermione shot her a concerned look, belly round with baby and Ginny shook her head. Now wasn't the time.

"NINNY!"

"TEDDY!" Ginny spun, taking a knee, arms wide. Teddy Lupin leapt into her arms, hair flaming red with silver streaks. "That's my boy, Teddy!" she laughed, ruffling his hair.

"How you doin' Gin?" Harry grinned, not bothering to try and pry Teddy loose. Apparently, he'd learned his lesson. She grinned back, spotting Blaise exiting the locker rooms behind the Gryffindor,

"I'm well, Harry. Oi! Zabini!" the italian turned, black jacket over his shoulder, held up by two fingers. "we're going out to eat," Ginny sang, "for my birthday. You comin?"

"Not tonight." Blaise shook his head, nodding politely at the others, "ironically, Draco's in town as well. I'm going to meet him for drinks."

"Not too ironic, Blaise." Hermione smiled, "the Hogwarts Class Reunion is in two days for our class. You didn't get the owl?"

"We don't get owls for sometimes a week after they're sent." Ginny sighed, shaking her head, "we had no idea. It's all the travel, they can't keep up."

"I'll be there." Blaise nodded, smirking.

AN2: Yes, I know the title is corny. So sue me. You won't get anything.