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A/N: It's update day! So, yeah, last week I just took a break since I need to get some chapters under my belt. So I have to apologize because I didn't realize that the page breakers weren't working before. Thankfully, I have changed them and they should work now. Alright, that's all I have to say for now. Have fun reading! Don't forget to review!

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.

-Elizabeth Barrett Browning

O.o.O.o.O.o.

The Golden Snitch

(Ginny/Harry)

"Ladies and gentleman, everyone's favorite seeker Ginny Weasley!"

Ginny flew out, feeling the wind in her hair. The crowd was wild, just the way she liked them, the day was clear, just the way she wanted, and the wind was going north east, just the way she had hoped.

Yes, indeed, everything was going exactly the way she wanted it.

Except for one…very small thing.

"Go Ginny!" She turned her broom to see her brother, Ron, Hermione and…not Harry; he was currently serving detention with Snape.

See, lately, she'd been realizing how much she liked him. And when I say liked, I mean really, really liked. But, she feared what Ron or Harry would say if she told them. George and Fred would just laugh and the rest of her family would make poke fun at her.

Of course, there was one person she could tell and had done so the previous night.

O.o.O.o.O.o.

The Gryffindor common room was quiet. The fire was barely glowing and yet four people still sat studying. Or well, two of them were studying -Ginny and Hermione. Ron and Harry were joking about one of the other students.

"Would you two quiet down please?" Hermione asked, slightly annoyed.

"Yeah," Ginny piped in. "Some of us are actually trying to study, ya know?"

Ron stuck out his tongue. "Whatever. I'm going to bed anyway." Oh good, Ginny thought, maybe I'll get to talk to Hermione about the whole…Harry thing.

"Ronald!" Hermione frowned at him looking like a reprimanding mother. "You barely studied!"

He yawned. "Yeah, well, I can do it tomorrow."

"We have a four-page report due in two days and you've barely written a word!" She stood up, glowering at him.

He smirked. "Hermione, I work best under pressure." He paused, not looking at her. "Plus…if I have someone to do the first two pages for me…"

"No, Ron. I'm not planning on saving your hide for the hundredth time."

"The ninety-ninth." He joked. "The last time didn't count, since it was a joint project."

"Joint project?! You barely worked."

Ginny rolled her eyes, determined to talk to Hermione. "Okay now you love birds…" She began.

"Love birds?!" Hermione and Ron said at the same time, their mouths open in surprise. They stared at her for several long moments.

Her eyebrow rose and she crossed her arms. "I was kidding. Now, it's getting late. Go to bed." She instructed, biting the inside of her cheek.

"Who died and made you boss?" Ron scoffed, crossing his arms and smirking at her.

"Just go. I want to talk to Hermione in private, if you please." She told him matter-of-factly.

"What about?" Harry, Hermione and Ron asked at the same time.

She blushed for a moment, considering that Harry had looked up for the first time during the whole evening. And he was looking at her. For a moment, she was lost in a reverie of the two of them kissing passionately. She could imagine how his hair would feel as she ran her hands through it and his lips-

"Ginny?" She awoke to find them all staring at her.

"Sorry." She blushed harder. "I, uh, got lost in my thoughts."

Hermione shrugged. "Okay, well, boys you'd better get to bed."

"Yes mother." Ron smirked.

She rolled her eyes at him as they picked up their things and left. When they were alone, Hermione sat cross-legged, like she was at a sleep-over and they were about to exchange their deepest, darkest secrets, and sighed. "So, what did you want to talk about?" She asked.

Ginny sat. "I think…I think I like Harry."

She didn't seem surprised. "You think?"

She shook her head. "No, I know I like Harry. I like him a lot."

Hermione's face broke into a blissful smile. "I knew it! I knew it!"

Ginny blushed, mortified. "Is it really that obvious?"

"To another girl it is." Hermione said proudly.

Ginny put her head in her hands. "Dang it." She muttered through her hands.

"So, what's the problem?"

"The problem," Ginny said, bringing herself up to look at Hermione. "Is that Ron will be ticked at me. Plus…what if Harry doesn't exactly…like me back?"

"Oh come on." Hermione insisted. "Harry's not a mean guy. He'd be nice to you, even if he doesn't like you."

She crossed her arms. "You seem to forget that last year he was practically a raving madman!" She threw her hands up, remembering how frightened she had been to see him becoming a monster.

"That was because of V-Voldemort." She said, struggling with the name a bit. "He's fine now."

Ginny gave Hermione a pointed look. "Did you see the way he was around me and Dean? He hated it when we were together."

"That's probably a sign. Guys don't just decide to be jealous of their best friend's sister. Trust me. He probably likes you."

"Ha." Ginny scoffed, not even considering that what Hermione said might be true. "He's probably just doing it so that Ron won't have to."

"Mark my words, he likes you."

O.o.O.o.O.o.

Ginny sighed, preparing herself. Maybe Hermione was right. But then again, maybe not. After all, Harry didn't show up. He would've skipped out if he really cared.

"Ginny, you git, get the Snitch!" At the prompting of her brother's voice, she awoke from her reveries and realized that the game had just begun.

Frantically, she began to search for the golden ball that was zipping around the stadium. Across the field, Cho Chang (Ravenclaw's seeker) was looking too.

But then, she saw it, hovering above the teachers' podium. She grinned and zoomed off, towards Dumbledore's white beard and McGonagall's pointy hat. Who both presently, after seeing her flying their way, ducked.

Her broom stopped, allowing her to grasp at the zipping ball of gold. Sadly, it slipped out of her hand. She flew after it, furiously determined. The crowd gasped as she began to chase it around the field at an unbelievable speed.

Little did the cheering students know, but Ginny was not thinking about catching the Snitch to end the game, but instead was pretending as though the Snitch was Harry and if, indeed, she caught the Snitch that she would catch Harry.

Before she knew it, she found herself on the ground with the Snitch in her hand. Cho was glaring at her from across the field, along with the rest of her blue-clad teammates. The Gryffindors, however, were in whooping and hollering.

Ginny grinned; she just might get her wish.

O.o.O.o.O.o.

The common room could not have been louder. But Ginny could not have been quieter. She was very glad that she had won but Harry had not yet shown. She had promised Hermione that she would tell him her feelings that very night.

Now if only he would show up…

As if on queue, Harry appeared as the door swung open. He walked in quietly and, realizing that they had won, began to celebrate with the others. He seemed positively jubilant.

Ginny stood, throwing Hermione a look, and took a tentative step towards Harry. Upon seeing her, Harry, in a surge of confidence gave Ron a questioning look, who nodded, closed the space between them and snogged her full on the mouth.

She stood there, limp for a moment. Suddenly, her instincts woke her up and she returned his passionate kiss. It was just as she imagined, if not better; Harry was a good kisser. She ran her hand through his hair, loving every moment of it.

Finally, they broke apart, both needed to breathe. "Congratulations…" He smiled slightly, breathing hard.

She giggled quietly. "Does…this mean we're a couple?"

Harry nodded. "I think so."