Snitches and Snobs
A/N I got inspiration for this from a headcanon I saw on Pinterest – hope you enjoy! I wrote this ages ago and revisited the idea.
PS: Anything you recognise doesn't belong to me.
Ginny's hands were shaking ever so slightly as she mounted her broom. This was her first game for the Harpies – she was filled with a sort of giddy excitement that made her shiver and sweat. But she couldn't wipe the grin off her face.
Ginny waited with baited breath for the Quaffle to be released. Gripping the broom, she pushed off with slightly more force than necessary and shot up into the air.
The Quaffle. She needed to get to it. The opposition flew past, handling it with ease.
The Quaffle. Ginny's teammates – her stupid, stupid teammates, fumbling clumsily with the ball in their hands.
The Quaffle. She dived, finally grasping it with her fingers and clutching it to her chest.
Ginny sped towards the goals, knocking an opposing beater as she soared through the air.
Wary of nearby Bludgers, she eyed the keeper who was cockily shielding the hoops.
"Who let a blood traitor on the team?" He sneered.
Ginny raised her eyebrow.
"The captain. Who else?" She knew he was trying to distract her – it wouldn't work. He narrowly swerved to avoid a bludger. Damn, she thought.
"Must've liked your arse. Not that I can blame him." He leered. Ginny was angry. She had worked hard to get on this team, and she wouldn't let this snobbish prat take that away from her. She would've punched him in the face if she didn't have to drop the Quaffle to do so.
"Heads up!" she shouted. Hurling the ball through the air, she saw his surprised expression before the ball hit him directly in the face.
The crowd erupted! The Quaffle had hit him so hard he'd fallen through the hoop!
Beaming, Ginny high-fived her fellow team members.
And that's the story of Ginny Weasley's first professional goal.