Authors note: I am EXTREMELY bad at writing in 3rd person, it is true. But I hope to get more comfortable with it by writing, so I'm sorry if it makes no sense… I just have issues with 3rd person. Tips are always welcome; I mean that in the sense of you can help me write in third person! Please and thanks! R&R!

How did you get him here?" Ginny exclaims, pulling away from Harry a bit to see Buckbeak gleaming in the sunlight.

"Your father helped me a bit," He confesses. "Are you happy?" He whispers quietly.

Ginny turns towards him, her eyes building intense pressure with his. "No," she whispers.

Harry is taken back, he looks down ashamed. His face ashen.

"I'm ecstatic," she pulls his face up with the tips of her fingers.

"I'm glad," He kisses her forehead lightly. "Well, I know your not one for sitting around, how 'bout a ride?"

Harry takes her hand, pulling her across the field, onto Buckbeaks back. Waving at Hagrid, Ginny stops him.

"Harry, um, I'm not really sure…"

"Don't worry sweetie. You're a natural flyer!"

The wind rushes in their faces as they fly across Hogwarts grounds. The castles high steeples to swirl around.

"Whoo hoo!" Her hair whips in her face, stinging her eyes slightly.

"How 'bout quidditch?"

"Quidditch? Sure superstar, let's see if you can wrangle with a Weasley."

"I'm sure I can hold my own."

"Okay, one on one. Weasley vs. Potter, bring it on." Ginny smirks, pulling her hair back into a pony.

"The rules are different love, you realize that don't you?"

"Oh, I know more than you'd realize."

"Mmmhmm, no snitch. Get the quaffle through the hope four times, and you win."

"Let's play ball!" Ginny shouts rising into the air. She has a bat in one hand.

"Bring it,"

The ball is flung into the air; Ginny immediately hits it forward, straight into the hoop without moving.

"Foul!"

"What, no!"

"C'mon love, that's a foul, you can't hit it without moving!" His face scrunches as he continues to speak. "Ginny," He can't look at her. "I don't want to fight with you, but this is how it works, you can't just hit the bludger!"

"Harry, Face me."

"Ginny, I don't want to fight."

"You've got one."

"Sweetie, please, I have been playing quidditch for seven years, I know what I'm talking about."

"So what? I'm stupid now?" She commands throwing down her broom, she marching forward to him, mud is caked to her shoes.

"No, no!"

"You've got a lot of nerve Harry, and I thought I liked that about you." She slams her finger into his chest. "But I'm not so sure anymore, you don't seem to see that I am right, I know what I'm talking about."

"Ginny!" His voice is rising. "Ginny, I know what I'm doing!"

"You don't." She turns, "Harry, when you want to believe me, come and find me. Until then I hope Edward Cullen shows up." She marches from the field, red cheeks streaked with tears.

"Sorry Mate, you understand girls more than me." Ron brushes his red hair back with his hand, plopping down on the couch.

"To bad Hermione won't come out, I need to talk to her, without Ginny…"

"You're just Harry Potter." Sarcasm marks Ron's voice.

"Yeah, mate, and Harry Potter doesn't seem to be good enough for one beautiful Ginny Weasely."