I'm on a roll. I had so much fun writing this chapter. Enjoy!

NOTE: There's a tad of not too great language in here. Not a ton.

Ginny:

Ginny wiped the beading sweat off her brow, watching with a smirk as more dejected hopefuls walked off the field, their heads hanging. She knew she shouldn't be pleased at other's loss, but she couldn't help but feel gleeful that even with their brownnosing, these players weren't getting anywhere.

"Everybody back to the ground, a ten minute break!" The booming voice of the captains of the Cannons, Terence Smythe, rang out, and Ginny gratefully dove toward the ground, reveling in the speed that her broom reached so quickly. She pulled up at the last possible second and grinned as her toes brushed the grass beneath her. She had forgotten how much she truly loved to fly. The freedom of the air was exhilarating. She landed gently, gracefully sliding off her broom and sinking down onto the grass, her legs a tad wobbly.

"Go, Ginny! Yeah!" She glanced up toward the stands and laughed out loud at the sight of her best friend jumping up and down excitedly, waving her arms all around. She flashed a thumbs-up, and Hermione stopped smugly, smiling back down at her fried. Ginny stood, stretching her arms high above her head and arching her back, wincing slightly when she heard it crack several times.

"You have a pretty dedicated friend over there," A deep voice commented, and Ginny turned to face one of the other players that still managed to retain a spot in these gruesome tryouts.

"You can say that again." She agreed, smiling. "She's also fiercely protective, so I would watch where you hit those Bludgers," she turned to regard the male standing next to him. He laughed.

"I'll definitely keep that in mind. She doesn't seem like somebody I would want to mess with. I'm Connor." He introduced himself, sticking out a hand for Ginny to shake. She took it firmly, smiling at this friendly Beater.

"Ginny." She said, and he smiled right back.

"It's very nice to meet you finally." He said. She arched an eyebrow, and he immediately blushed, realizing his mistake.

"Finally?" She asked, crossing her arms with amusement. He coughed with embarrassment.

"Yes, well, by that I meant just the fact that I've heard so much about you…?" His statement ended up trailing off into a question, and Ginny couldn't help but chuckle.

"Well, thank you," she said, and she saw him visibly relax.

"You're a really amazing Chaser, just to let you know," he told her. "Seriously. I've never been so impressed by anybody before, and I swore I've seen it all."

"There's a first for everything." She retorted, grinning, but secretly she was very flattered. It was just the boost of confidence she needed.

"Back into the air, everybody!" Terence's voice boomed, and she mounted her broom.

"I'll remember to watch out for your friend!" Connor called as she rose quickly into the air, mounting his own broom. Ginny laughed down and waved, and then turned and zoomed toward the Cannon team, not wanting to miss whatever Terence was about to talk about. However, he had this annoying ability to ramble on about the most ridiculous and tedious of things, and Ginny often found herself growing frustrated with him. However, he was a bloody good Keeper and a bloody good captain, based off the wonderful record of the team, so Ginny knew better than to open her mouth.

"We're going to split up into two teams, and have ourselves a proper Quidditch match." He announced, and Ginny cheered with the rest of the remaining players. She couldn't help but sneak a side-glance at Draco, who stared with a small smile at the burly Captain bobbing in front of them. "The teams are as follows! On my team… Collins, Weasley, and McGinn as Chasers, Burke and Simmons as Beaters, and Malfoy as Seeker." Ginny's heart pounded in her ears as the adrenaline started to rush through her veins. The rest of the tryouts had been easy, nothing to sweat about. They were more to get the worst of the pack off the field before they hurt themselves or others. Now was the time where her flying really mattered. She flew behind Terence with the rest of the names called, smiling at Connor as he flew next to her, raising his hand for a high five. She whacked his hand hard, and he snatched it back.

"Ouch!" He said, looking doleful. Ginny smirked at him, and she saw him smirk right back.

"Too bad we're on the same team," he told her, eyes sparkling. She shrugged.

"Trust me, it's better for your safety." She told him mock seriously, and he rolled his eyes, shaking his head dramatically.

"We'll see."

"All right, everybody! Let's get started!" Ginny whipped her head back around to face Terence. She watched as he flew over to the hoops, and she herself got into position, narrowing her eyes at the distant maroon ball. She tuned out the chatter of the people in the stands, the occasional cheer and hisses. She drowned out the voices of the other players, some of them joking around and some of them trash talking. She focused completely and totally on solely herself and the Quaffle. Nothing else mattered. A whistle pierced the air, and Ginny shot forward, her broom understanding and responding to her desire to be the first to the Quaffle. She grabbed it out of midair, and tucked it securely under her arm. She dove sharply beneath an oncoming Chaser, who's eyes were locked on the Quaffle in her possession. She turned almost parallel to the distant ground to avoid a Bludger, but her eyes were constantly searching for an opportunity. She noticed two opposing Chasers converging on her from either side. She threw the Quaffle to McGinn and then immediately flew straight up into the air, her broom allowing this with ease. She glanced down with satisfaction as the other two Chasers crashed into each other, tangling limbs and hitting heads with a satisfying thwack.

"Weasley!" A voice called sharply, and Ginny turned back a tad, in time to catch the Quaffle being hurled at her. She dodged a Bludger and threw the Quaffle as hard as possible through the hoop. A roar went through the small crowd gathered in the stands, and Ginny could distinctly hear Hermione's voice screaming with all the others. She smiled, relaxing into her natural poise as a Chaser. She flew through the air, back up and down the stadium, dodging and weaving and catching and diving. She stole the Quaffle several times over, earning her the ire of the other team but the love of her own. With each moment, she grew more and more confident in herself and her abilities on the field matched it.

Tired and a bit breathless, Ginny pulled back a bit, letting her other two Chasers handle the Quaffle up the field. They were ahead by 70, and Ginny could feel the anger of the other team. Taking a deep breath, she surveyed the field, and her attention was immediately snagged by a certain shaggy blonde circling the field a few feet above the game. She watched, her mouth going dry, as he handled the broom with ease, swooping and turning as he searched for the elusive Snitch. She could see his muscular arms relaxed and loose, the proper way of any true Quidditch player. His silky white blonde hair was pushed off his forehead, slick with sweat. She was struck by how much of a true Seeker he looked. She shook her head, and dove back into the game.

As her goals and assists accumulated, so did the anger of the other team. Barely a minute could go by between dodging hard-driven Bludgers or even other players. They were getting desperate and she loved it. Her hands were slick with sweat, but her grip on her broom or the Quaffle never faltered. She was where she was supposed to be.

A sudden shout from the crowd snapped everybody's attention away from the game at hand. Following the direction the crowd was facing, she watched with her breath caught in her throat as Draco made a sudden, very steep dive, speeding toward the distant ground. The other Seeker was hot on his trail, but Draco's sight never wavered from the flicker of gold then Ginny could just pick out. She floated in midair, a hand over her mouth as she watched Draco suddenly twist in a different direction, the movement so quick it was almost invisible. She saw him reach a hand out, straining, his eyes narrowed in concentration. She noticed vaguely that she was crossing her fingers, and she realized that she was holding her breath.

C'mon, Draco, you're so close… She silently pleaded with the rapidly descending man. As if he heard her, he made one giant swipe, and immediately a loud gong went off in the stadium. Cheers erupted from the stands and from Ginny's team, and she laughed at herself when she realized one of the more loud cheers came from her. Draco looked around and grinned, and Ginny was taken aback at the sight of true emotion on his face. An elated smile lit up his features, his grey eyes sparkling and his perfect white teeth glistening. Ginny felt her own smile grow huge as a result.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, something came and knocked Ginny in the side with full force, sending an explosion of pain down the left side of her body. Not expecting it, she slid partway off her broom, letting out a yelp of pain. A roar of outrage sprang from the crowd below, but Ginny was in too much pain to look. She forced herself back onto her broom, clenching her jaw from letting loose the cry of pain that threatened to escape her, and doggedly dove to the ground, wanting to feel solid ground underneath her feet.

"Oof," She said as she hit the ground none-to-gently, and cast her broom off and clutched her side. Immediately, several other of her teammates landed next to her, grasping her elbows and murmuring words of comfort. She shrugged them off, thanking them but not wanting to appear weak. She turned to the nearest one, who happened to be Connor. He looked murderous.

"What happened?" She asked, wincing. "I legitimately thought my kidney had imploded." He clenched his jaw.

"Apparently the Beater on the other team is a sore loser, and whacked a Bludger at you point blank even after Draco caught the snitch." He told her. She narrowed her eyes and looked around, searching for this audacious bastard. Connor shook his head.

"Don't worry about it. He's already been taken care of," He assured her, and she smiled gratefully at him.

"Ginny!" A scared voice cried, and Ginny turned to its source.

"Hermione!" she said, relieved, as she saw her friend rushing toward her, wand drawn. "Are you okay? This is why I don't like Quidditch! Are you hurt bad? Oh I was scared." Hermione exclaimed, throwing her arms around Ginny. Ginny let out another yelp of pain, and Hermione instantly retracted her arms and apologized sheepishly. "Let me see your side." She instructed, and Ginny nodded. She pulled up the edge of her robes gently, tugging slow enough so that it wouldn't hurt too bad. As they cleared the spot that was throbbing the most, she heard a couple people around her let out a hiss, and she risked a glance down. Bright blue and purple bruises scattered her side, but what scared her the most was the dark red color that seemed to be blossoming very slowly under her skin. Hermione shuddered.

"This might hurt a bit." She warned Ginny, and Ginny closed her eyes.

"Just do it." She instructed, and then promptly bit her lip to keep from screaming as she felt the bones of her ribs click against her muscles and tendons, and meld back together. She let out a sigh as she felt that last of the bone fragment settle into place.

"Thank you, Hermione." She said, truly grateful for her friend. Hermione shook her head.

"Don't thank me, you're my best friend." She answered, and then pointed her chin to the growing pile of players behind her. "I think you're needed," she said, and drifted away. Ginny turned back to the group, accepting her broom from Connor with a nod of thanks.

"Alright, after that display of poor sportsmanship, we have one more spot that's opened up on the team, considering that he was our last remaining Beater." Terence said dryly, rubbing the back of his neck. Ginny rolled her eyes. Was that supposed to be an apology?

"Everybody can scatter for twenty minutes, and then gather back right here. We'll have our decision then." Terence said with finality, and immediately, the group split up. Ginny turned to find Hermione, but glanced back when a hand landed gently on her shoulder.

"Are you all right, Ginevra?" Draco stared down at her, and Ginny was oddly touched to see legitimate concern in his eyes.

"I'm fine now," she answered truthfully. "That cheeky bastard that hit me better pray that I don't come across him in the near future. Or in the future at all." She said darkly, setting her jaw.

"You're scary when you're angry." He said dryly, and Ginny half-smiled.

"Especially if you're on the receiving end of it, rest assured." She answered, and was pleased to hear him laugh.

"I have no doubt." He watched her with an expression she couldn't quite place. His eyes met hers, and her breath caught in her throat a little.

"I have… I have to go find Hermione," she stammered, and turned on her heel to go find the bushy brown-haired girl. She pushed through the crowd, her eyes scanning through the people milling about.

"Ginny!" A voice called out, and she turned in surprise. It sounded like Harry.

"Harry?" She asked incredulously, and the boy standing in front of her pushed a hand through his untidy hair.

"Hi, Gin," he said, his eyes sparkling beneath his glasses. She was touched. He came to see her? Did he see her performance? What a show of support. She couldn't figure out what she wanted to say next, but luckily, he saved her from that.

"So, you succeeded." He told her, smiling. She wrinkled her brow.

"In what?" She asked, truly confused. Harry rolled his eyes.

"In impressing me, of course." He laughed. She raised her eyebrows, completely taken aback by his answer.

"Excuse me?"

"But Ginny, I've told you, there's no way we can get back together for now. I'm with Gabrielle, and we should let that run its course. I should have told you this before you tried out for the team, but I didn't honestly think that you would go to such lengths to impress me and get me back." Harry told her, crossing his arms. "I'm flattered, but this is getting a little sad. Along with the Malfoy thing. Your constant attempts on getting me back aren't going to work. I'm really sorry." Harry's eyes held genuine pity, but Ginny didn't notice as she felt the rage building up inside of her.

"Excuse me?"

"It's okay, don't worry about it," he said soothingly. Ginny shook with anger, not believing a word she was hearing.

"You think I did all of this for you?" She asked, and Harry nodded his head.

"Of course. Sneaking out by my room every morning at dawn just to draw me out?" He said knowingly. She clenched her jaw.

"Maybe that's the fact that I have to pass your room in order to leave the house." She told him, and she saw him blink at the obvious rage simmering in her tone. She could barely restrain punching the smug Chosen One square in the throat.

"I don't know who you think are, Harry Potter, but I can assure you, my decision to try out for this team has absolutely nothing to do with you," she spat out, her vision going blurry from being so angry. "I'm doing something that I've always wanted to do, but put off because I was too worried in being in your way when I was with you. What a joke that was. Don't you dare, even for a minute, act like my choices are taken into consideration with any thought of you. I want absolutely nothing to do with you, and the last thing I want, or ever want, is to get back with a smug, conceited, arrogant bastard like you. Fuck you." She heard her voice rising, but she didn't care. "As far as my love life… I can assure you, me wanting to be with Draco has nothing to do with you at all. In fact, he's the complete fucking opposite of you." She gave him a very obvious once-over, distantly noticing with pleasure as his face grew red. "Thank god he is." She finished, and pushed away from him, her mind set on what her next action would be.

"Ginny, wait!" She heard Harry call after her, and she knew that he was following her. She also knew that his eyes were on fire, his fists clenched, and his hair sticking up on end, just like what always happened when they argued. But this time was different. She was completely and utterly done. She spotted what she was looking for, and rudely pushed through the crowd.

"Ginevra." Draco said, watching her as she came barreling down towards him. She ignored the increasingly frustrated pleas from Harry to stop or slow down. She saw amusement in Draco's eyes, and she narrowed her own. She strode closer to him, and he reached out for her.

"I thought you told me that we were a mistake…" He said in his deep, baritone voice, and she shrugged.

"Yes, I did. And this is a mistake too."

She wrapped a hand in the collar of his robes, pulled his head down toward her and murmured, less than an inch away from his face. She heard the cries of Harry stop abruptly.

"But I don't care." And with that, she pressed her lips against his.

The whole world seemed to disappear.

Draco:

Draco watched with vague amusement as more deflated hopefuls walked off the field, their brooms dragging. He chuckled, taking pleasure in the fact that even with their kissing up, those few wizards had no hope of being a professional Quidditch player. Thank God.

"Everybody back to the ground, a ten minute break!" Draco let out a sigh and dove toward the ground, enjoying the way the broom responded so willingly to his unspoken command. He had forgotten how much he truly loved flying. He loved the feeling of freedom and utter abandon of being so high up in the strong wind, to rely on nothing except the broom and yourself. He dismounted his broom, cursing under his breath as his legs protested. He walked in a circle, trying to force feeling back into them. Once had began to feel the pricks of returning nerves, he looked around the field with boredom. There were only a few people left, and a Draco felt better about his chances of making the team. Distantly, he heard the cheer of Granger, no doubt making a fool of herself, and Draco rolled his eyes, searching for Ginevra. He spotted her across the field, chatting it up with one of the Beaters. He narrowed his eyes, watching them closely. Why do you even care? A little voice in his head asked, but he drowned it out. After all, he's had plenty of practice ignoring the voices that asked life altering questions in his head for a long time. He smirked as the boy turned red, obviously uncomfortable, as the redhead across from him smirked. He shook his head, still admiring her abilities to turn things around on people.

However, his amusement immediately disappeared when the kid stepped closer to Ginevra, obviously saying something in earnest. He watched as a large, genuine smile spread across her face. He growled under his breath, and then stopped, shocked at himself.

"Back into the air, everybody!" Yelled Smythe, and Draco turned, shaking off whatever odd and completely inaccurate feelings that may had come over him. He pushed off into the air hard, reveling in the feeling of the ground leaving his sight. He turned to watch as Smythe gathered everybody around him. Draco prepared himself to be bored through another one of his long, drawn-out, completely irrelevant and unhelpful speeches. It was quite annoying. The only reason Draco hadn't said anything was because the man had an amazing ability as both a Keeper and a Captain.

"We're going to split up into two teams, and have ourselves a proper Quidditch match." Smythe announced, and the remaining players burst into loud woops. Draco glanced sideways at Ginevra, who was cheering along with everybody else. She looked elated and ferocious, her red hair breaking loose of her ponytail, her cheeks flushed, and eyes sparkling. He turned back and let a small smile play over his mouth. "The teams are as follows! On my team… Collins, Weasley, and McGinn as Chasers, Burke and Simmons as Beaters, and Malfoy as Seeker." Finally, he could show how hard he's worked to be here. All the work leading up to this moment wasn't hard at all. It was more aimed to pick out the weaker ones before they got down to the real decision. He cracked his neck nervously, flexing his palms. Now was his one and only chance to prove himself to be good enough to be a part of this team.

He flew behind Smythe, shutting out everything around him. Now was the time to focus, not to let anything distract him from his goal. He heard his pulse thudding in his ears, felt the blood rushing through his fingers, but he set his eyes on the box below, waiting to see that flash of gold that always signified the start of the most exhilarating time of his life. A whistle went off, and he immediately saw the snitch pop out and flit away. He was distracted for a precious moment by the blur of copper speeding underneath him. He watched with slack-jawed awe as Ginevra came out of nowhere and grabbed the Quaffle and then immediately took off for the opposite side of the field. His eyes followed her as she maneuvered her way through the oncoming players with ease, and he couldn't help but notice the enticing way her hair streamed around her, and the way her eyes flashed as she watched with intense speculation. As good as she was in Hogwarts, Draco had to admit that she had grown even stronger as a player.

Concentrate! He told himself angrily, and continued in with his search of the Snitch. He easily settled into his job, concentrating solely on his task, despite the rampant distractions going on below. The only thing he knew was that his team was far, far ahead—and he had Weasley to thank for that.

He kept an eye on the other Seeker. There was no way he was letting that bugger getting to the snitch before him. He glanced up again, and noticed that the opposing team was getting very frustrated. He smirked. Good. It made playing interesting. He looked back down, and far below him, he saw a glint of gold. He immediately dove straight down, drawing a shout from the people in the stands. His eyes watered, the wind tearing tears out of his eyes, but he ignored them, focusing on the snitch trying to elude his grasp. It flew just beyond his fingers, teasing him with the promise of his future. He made a wild grab- and felt the solid form in his palm. He pulled up hard, holding the Snitch triumphantly. His team cheered and wooped and yelled. He felt a smile spring across his face, and he couldn't help but be proud of himself. He loved this, this moment where it was all over and done and he'd come out the victor. Nobody could take that away from him. He noted with a weird sense of pleasure that Ginevra was one of the teammates cheering the loudest. He looked at her, and saw a large smile spread across her face as she regarded him. HE glanced to the side, and managed to catch the finishing action of the nearby opposing Beater hitting the Bludger directly at Ginevra.

He watched with horror as the Bludger smashed directly into the girl's side, eliciting a terrible cry of pain from the redhead sitting less than 10 feet away from where the Bludger was hit. She slid partially off her broom, and he could hear a whimper of pain escape her as she fought to regain her senses. He was shocked, frozen into a statue. He watched with wide eyes as she hoisted herself onto her broom and choppily made her way down to the ground. Some distant part of his mind was able to admire her ability to tolerate pain. Plenty of strong people, men and women alike, would have been gone with that one blow. He broke out of his shocked trance and turned to the offending Beater. Draco could feel anger pounding through his veins, clouding his vision and his judgment. He didn't even know why he was so angry- The girl meant little to him, but the rage tinging his vision red didn't let him think it through.

"I will give you less than five second to get the hell out of my sight, or I will personally and with pleasure show you exactly how much pain a person can stand before they die." He told the Beater flatly. The Beater turned to sneer at him, but then saw the pure conviction in Draco's eyes. The Beater immediately turned tail and dove toward the ground while Draco watched him through narrowed eyes.

He took a deep breath. He saw Ginny being approached by the bushy-headed Granger, and had never been happier to see the goody-two-shoes in his life. If she couldn't help Ginevra, then nobody could. He set his sights on the ground, letting his broom slowly lead him there, letting his rage dissipate before he had any human interaction. He finally touched down on the ground in time to see Ginevra pull down her shirt and look immensely relieved. He started to walk toward her, but a loud shout from Smythe took his attention.

"Alright, after that display of poor sportsmanship, we have one more spot that's opened up on the team, considering that he was our last remaining Beater." Draco narrowed his eyes. What the fuck kind of apology was that?

"Everybody can scatter for twenty minutes, and then gather back right here. We'll have our decision then." Draco immediately turned to find the Weaselette, who was already starting to walk away. He hurried after her, and put a hand on her shoulder. She wheeled around, eyes flashing, and he had to stop himself from backing up to protect himself.

"Are you all right, Ginevra?" He asked gently, and he was surprised to find that he actually cared about the answer. What was he becoming?

"I'm fine now," she answered ruefully. "That cheeky bastard that hit me better pray that I don't come across him in the near future. Or in the future at all." He saw her jaw lock and her eyes once again flashed dangerously. He chuckled.

"You're scary when you're angry." He commented with his dry humor.

"Especially if you're on the receiving end of it, rest assured." She smiled at him, and her dangerous eyes with her full lips wreaked havoc on his mind.

"I have no doubt." He managed to answer. She looked up at him for a moment, their eyes catching and holding. Suddenly she stumbled back, looking confused and a bit frightened.

"I have… I have to go and find Hermione." She stammered and then scampered away. He watched her flee yet again through slitted eyes, taking deep breaths through his nose. Why was the girl doing such things to him? Didn't she know how lucky she would be to have him? Maybe it's the other way around… That voice in his head reminded him, but he had no problem yet again, ignoring it completely. He went back to his thoughts, trying to figure out what exactly it was about Ginevra that made him so… not who he was used to being. Ginevra? When had I started calling her Ginevra? He thought frantically. He couldn't believe himself, but he couldn't believe the situation at hand any more.

Here was a girl, that for some unforeseen and forever unknown reason, he desired. Certainly not loved, but definitely desired. Most girls threw themselves at his feet- he knew he was good looking and he had no problem admitting to it. But this one girl… this one girls that was so important to the family legacy and his way of life… was the one girl that had shown no interest. He turned angrily and started walking. Suddenly he stopped and took a breath. He had to think this through. He couldn't just stalk off. Walking anywhere with an angry mind will never lead anywhere good—

"Ginevra?" Malfoy asked, suddenly spotting the redhead pushing through crowds of people, coming directly towards him. He again had to control himself from not backing away, as the look on her face was absolutely murderous. Instead, he reached out for her as she approached him. He spotted Potter walking behind her, pleading for her to slow down and wait and talk to him. He clenched his teeth and swept the girl up, knowing her intentions as things clicked into place in his mind.

"I thought you told me we were a mistake…" He said huskily, weirdly drawn in by the anger and passion in her eyes. She shrugged.

"Yes, I did. And this is a mistake too." His eyes went wide as she grabbed him by the collar and yanked his face towards hers. He could feel her breath on his lips, the minty scent sending shivers down his spine. "But I don't care." She brought her lips up to meet his, and he felt her soft, pliable mouth beneath his lips.

The world seemed to disappear.

That was a long chapter to write. I tried to lengthen it past my usual 2,000 words. Please let me know what you guys think of chapters like this. There's a lot less dialogue, quite a bit more description. It's definitely harder to write, but if that's what's preferred, I have no problem complying. I'm sorry if this chapter is a bit messy as well, I'm trying to get it done before the holiday this weekend, so I won't feel bad for not updating. Expect another chapter soon, my friends! Until then…

Love,

Destiny