A/N: This story was based on how I'm feeling right now, the night before I'm told if I'm going to MAADI(New Zealand Secondary Schools Rowing Champs) plus a few extras to make it fit.

Disclaimer: I own nothing, nothing at all!

I tap my fingers on the desk while chewing the tip of my thumb on my other hand. I can feel my stomach squirming, it's been doing that on and off since Friday. It's Sunday now. The selections for the Hogwarts Quidditch team are going to be announced tomorrow. They're going to tell us individually. I'm first up, my meetings at 6.30am in McGonagall's office. Madam Hooch, the schools quidditch coach, will be there, along with Professor McGonagall. They're doing it alphabetically, but backwards. I don't know why, I hate them for it. And then with family, they're going normal alphabetical, if it was backwards for family as well, then Ron would be first. But no! they wouldn't let me go second! They never do.

Everyone on the team will go to the British Magical Schools Quidditch Champs. I really need this, there's nothing else I can say I did while I was in school. Bill had been Head Boy, Charlie had been a Quidditch Captain, Percy was Head Boy, Ron was best friends with Harry Potter, then there's me. No good, untalented, only daughter Ginny. If I'm on the school quidditch team, it'd be a dream come true, I'd finally have something to be proud of (other than good grades). Harry's already got a secured position, everyone knows that. But he's been talking about not going 'cause of all the dark stuff that's going on. If Harry doesn't go, then Ron wont, he told me himself. They're both in their last year at school so I guess it doesn't really matter for them if they make it or not.

I've got heaps of homework that I should be doing, but I'm just too nervous to even think about it. The only thing I can think about, is the selections and how hard I've been working for this. I went last year, but only as a reserve, they didn't end up needing me but I was still there just in case. It's all changed this year. I'm a full-time chaser on the house team now, and I've been working my ass off for this. The Gryffindor team had a training camp in the last week of the Christmas holidays. They say it only lasted a week, but it seemed like forever at the time. Now, when I look back on it, it seems more like two or three weeks. We were out in the wind, hail and snow, training three times a day. Up at 5am, on the pitch at 6. Training sessions usually varied from 2 to 3 hours sometimes they went for 4 hours. We went for long runs sometimes, to try to convert out fat into muscle. I was told at the beginning of the season that muscle weighs more than fat, they weighed everyone who made it through the trials, I was 50kg then, now I'm 54. One of my teachers told me I was looking slimmer just before the Christmas holidays. I told her "Quidditch made me fit" then she told me not to eat too much over the break. But quidditch takes a lot out of you, I've noticed that after every game or training session I've been starving. So I've been eating more than I usually do, heaps more.

It's 8.30pm. I'll go to bed in about an hour, I need to get a good sleep tonight. I want to be able to hear everything McGonagall and Madam Hooch say to me in my meeting tomorrow morning. I remember how I was told that I was going. Madam Hooch had said "So we hope you'll be fit and ready to jump on the Knight Bus in four weeks time with the rest of us". It was so fun last year. I'll be so gutted if I'm not chosen. Madam Hooch has been telling the Gryffindor team that she wants all of us to go. She even dared to go as far as saying she'll fight for us. I hope she does. I noticed my performance slip about three weeks ago, that was a week after training camp. I was dropping the quaffle with no excuse while I was flying towards the goalposts, my aiming was way off, I couldn't catch the quaffle, I couldn't pass it, I couldn't even fly straight. I didn't know what was making me play like a total beginner, but I didn't like my chances of being on the school team being threatened like that. So I fought it, I pushed myself to focus on the task a hand, and to keep my performance levels up where they should be, I even tried to push them further, and do stuff I hadn't been able to before. But that didn't really work. In a game against Hufflepuff I somehow managed to intercept a pass of about two meters. I've had the chance to do it time and time again since then, in training and in games, but I keep missing. I guess it was just one of those things, that when you've done it once, you can never do it again.

Wow times getting on. My nerves have been on and off all day, but lots stronger now. I walk up to my dormitory. No ones here yet. They're all still in the common room. I couldn't even hear them. I must've been really deep in thought, or maybe I was too nervous to acknowledge the presence of anyone else. At least I'll get a good sleep. I don't even feel tired. I remember I felt like this the night before my first game, I didn't get much sleep and I was really tired the next day. Once I got down to the pitch I was still feeling tired but I was awake enough to play a good game. I get change into my night clothes and as I slip into bed I see a note on my bedside table:

To Ginny,

Good luck with your meeting tomorrow. I hope you make the grade.

Lots of love,

Hermione

I smile, she always makes me smile. I fold the note up and put it back on my bedside table. Reaching for my alarm, I set it for 6.00am. I want to get as much sleep in as possible, and I want to be there five minutes early. It should only take ten minutes to get to McGonagall's office, I'll run if I need to. It's 9.55, damn it! I was going to be in bed at 9.30 to get a good sleep. I'm running late. I have to sleep. My minds buzzing, ahhh this isn't good. Must sleep! I blow out my candle and lie down. Come on Ginny sleep! Here we go, sleeps coming, I can feel it. Just relax. It'll come faster if you relax. I heave a heavy sigh, then a yawn. And slowly drift off…..

A/N: Wow. Is it just me or was that really boring? sigh I'm tired, it's 10.30pm and I have to be up at 6, just like Ginny. Wish me luck! If all goes well, I might post another chapter. Otherwise I might not, it depends how gutted I am. I haven't edited this. So… um… yeah. Like I said I'm tired. The nerves have just kicked in again. I have to at least try to get some sleep. Night Everyone!