A/N: Obviously I don't own harry potter, I'm just trying to have some fun with the characters. Also Ginny has two voices in her head so they will be in different fonts.
"What are you so worried about? It's just a Quidditch try out," Ginny told herself as she walked down to the Quidditch pitch with her broom. You've been stealing your brothers' brooms to play for as long as you can remember.
I know, but maybe I would be less worried if the boy I've had a bloody crush on since I was ten wasn't the Quidditch captain!
Ugh, Harry again? I thought we decided it was time to get over him.
I tried but it didn't work.
So you gave up? Are Weasleys the kind of people to just give up?
I guess not, but-
But nothing. You will get over Harry Potter, or you won't be able to play Quidditch.
"Just shut up, both of you!" Ginny said aloud. Right as it came out of her mouth, Harry was at her side.
"Who are you talking to, Gin?" Harry asked.
"Oh, er, nothing, no one," Ginny stammered.
Oh get it together, you're over him, remember?
I know but he just looks so handsome, in his Quidditch robes, and his messy hair, and-
Get it together! And by the way he's talking to us!
Oh no, I don't even know what he was saying.
"Ginny," Harry said as he waved his hand in front of her face. "You still there?"
Ginny looked at him, with his boyish smile on his face and immediately started blushing. "Oh, yeah, sorry, what were you saying?" They had reached the Quidditch pitch and went into the locker room.
"I was just saying since I've seen you fly a lot already and you were on the team last year, maybe you could just help me with the tryouts. You can try out the chasers while I do the beaters, although none of them will be as good as Fred and George."
"Yeah, that'd be great." Hey look, I didn't even blush or stammer.
You're improving, but you have to keep it up for the whole Quidditch season.
"Cool," Harry replied. "And then you can help me make the final picks."
"Sure," Ginny said, as calmly as she could. She could feel the blush creeping back onto her cheeks. Would you look at that! He values my opinion enough to let me help pick out the new players.
He's probably just doing it so that you and the new chasers don't stink. You know you'll always be just Ron's little sister to him.
I know, but I can hope, can't I?
"C'mon, Gin, people are coming down. We better get started," Harry said, and they walked into the field together.
A/N: did you like it? This is my first fanfic that's more than a oneshot, so review it if you think I need to change anything, or if you just really like it! I'll be working on chapter two