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Chapter 11-Quidditch and the Hospital Wing Again

Today was our match against Hufflepuff and, thank God, I didn't feel nervous this time. Harry, Hermione and I visited Ron as often as we could. I don't know exactly when it happened, but Hermione and Ron made up and are friends again, although it's still a bit weird between them. Harry and I reckon they should just tell each other how they feel. Ron also had finally apologized to me, so we made up too.

I walked down to the Great Hall and when I entered, I found Hermione and Harry sitting together.

"Hey," I said taking a seat next to Hermione.

"Hey," they both replied.

"Are you nervous?" Hermione asked me.

"No."

"Good. We need our greatest Chaser feeling well," Harry put in, making me smile.

He thinks I'm the greatest Chaser! Squealed a voice in my head.

Oh for Pete's sake, get a grip of yourself!

Lately I had been caring about what Harry thought of me, the reason why; I still didn't know.

We then discussed O.W.L.S while I had some toast. When it was about thirty minutes until the game, Harry stood up.

"Where are you going?" I asked him.

"I'm gonna go visit Ron quickly," he replied. Ron was devastated when he realised he couldn't play Quidditch, and laughed when told McLaggen was replacing him. We all hoped McLaggen would mess up somehow.

"Just be back in time for the game," I said teasingly.

"Don't worry, I will," he replied, grinning.

"Do you wanna head down to the pitch with me?" I asked Hermione.

"Um..." she looked at Harry, then back at me. "Sure," she replied. We walked to the doors with Harry, then went our separate ways.

"So, um, how's Dean?" she asked, looking at me carefully.

"Um, he's good," I replied nonchalantly.

"Are things not going well with Dean?"

"It's like I told you before; I just get easily bored with him, and he wants me to spend more time with him, but I agree just for the reason that I'm his girlfriend," I replied exasperatedly.

"Ok," she replied. She had that weird expression on her face again. We arrived at the changing rooms, so she wished me luck and went to the stands.

Demelza, Coote and Peakes were already there. I put on my robes, and more of the team started to arrive. All of a sudden, the room went silent, and I looked to see that McLaggen had entered. He nodded at all of us and put on his robes quietly. We all started talking again as we waited for Harry to arrive. I looked at the time; it was five minutes until the game started.

Where's Harry?

Ok, when I told him not to be late for the game, I seriously didn't think he would be. I began to grow worried, and started pacing near the door. What if something had happened to him, and no one knew about it? I knew Harry would never miss a Quidditch match unless it was important. About two minutes until the game, Harry sprinted into the changing room and I approached him.

"Where have you been?" I demanded.

"I met Malfoy," he replied quietly, putting on his robes.

"So?"

"So I wanted to know how come he's up at the castle with a couple of girlfriends while everyone else is down here..."

"Does it matter right now?" When did Malfoy become more important than Quidditch?

"Well, I'm not likely to find out, am I?" He grabbed his Firebolt and pushed his glasses straight. "Come on, then!" And we marched onto the pitch.

"Tricky conditions!" said McLaggen bracingly to the team.

Wait, McLaggen?

"Coote, Peakes, you'll want to fly out of the sun, so they don't see you coming-" I was about to tell him off, but Harry beat me to it.

"I'm the captain, McLaggen, shut up giving them instructions, just get up by the goalposts!" Harry said angrily.

I walked off to take my place on the field with the other chasers. Once both teams were ready, Harry shook hands with the Hufflepuff captain and, when Madam Hooch had blown her whistle, we shot up into the air.

I glanced at Harry and instantly felt as though something was going to go wrong for him, so, whilst I helped the other Chasers, I also kept an eye on Harry. Luna was commentating this time, thank God.

That reminds me.

I looked around for Smith; I saw he had the Quaffle, and headed straight for him. I flew into him, and as I was doing so, snatched the Quaffle out of his hands. A few seconds later, someone flew into me and stole the Quaffle.

"...but now that big Hufflepuff player's got the Quaffle from her, I can't remember his name, it's something like Bibble-no Buggins-" said Luna.

"It's Cadwallader!" said Professor McGonagall loudly making me, and the crowd, laugh.

"You idiot! How dare you let him take the Quaffle off you!" I turned, outraged, to see McLaggen behind me. "Don't you know how to be a chaser?! All you have to do is grab the ball and shoot it into the other teams' goalposts!" he added, still yelling. I was about to tell him off when I felt a breeze near my ear, and saw the Quaffle soar past McLaggen and into the goals.

"Now who's the idiot who can't play?!" I shouted back at him. His face turned red with anger, and an ugly expression crossed his face. Well, an uglier than usual one. He opened his mouth to retort, but was –thankfully- cut off by Harry.

"McLaggen, will you pay attention to what you're supposed to be doing and leave everyone else alone!" Harry bellowed at him.

I flew away to get the Quaffle, and heard Luna say not long after, that Harry was arguing with McLaggen. I then scored a goal, followed by Demelza, but our victories were interrupted by Cadwallader scoring again.

Because I kept sabotaging Smith by stealing the Quaffle off him everytime it landed with him, Luna started saying that he was suffering from something called: 'Loser's Lurgy', which made me laugh.

"Seventy-Forty to Hufflepuff!" barked Professor McGonagall into the megaphone. I sighed, we were losing the match, and there probably wouldn't be time for recovery.

"Is it, already?" said Luna, vaguely. "Oh look! The Gryffindor Keeper's got hold of one of the Beater's bats."

What?!

I spun and saw McLaggen showing Peakes how to hit a Bludger at Cadwallader. Harry was heading towards McLaggen, yelling something at him just as McLaggen hit the Bludger. I froze and felt sick. The bludger hit Harry on the head and I watched in horror as he slowly fell off his broom.

"COOTE, PEAKES! CATCH HIM!" I yelled as loudly as I could, but they were already heading towards where Harry was falling. I started panicking.

Please catch him on time, please catch him on time!

Relief washed over me as I saw Coote and Peakes catch him.

Thank you, God!

We all headed to the ground and gathered around him. There was no blood, but his head shape was oddly distorted.

"Out of my way, out of my way!" Madam Pomfrey yelled coming through. She performed some spells, then looked at us. "Don't worry; it's just a cracked skull. I'll be able to fix it overnight," and with that, they placed him on a stretcher, and vacated the pitch. I turned to Madam Hooch.

"Please, you have to stop the match..." I begged her.

"I'm sorry, Miss Weasley, I can't just call off a match because of an injured player-"

"But he's our captain and our Seeker!"

"I'm sorry, that's just too bad"

"But-"

"No buts. Everyone back in the air on my whistle!" she yelled, and everyone mounted their brooms. "THREE...TWO...ONE!" We rose into the air again, and I couldn't stop worrying about Harry. We scored another goal, but we had no chance of winning.

"And Hufflepuff's caught the Snitch!" said Luna, and the Hufflepuff's erupted into cheers. "Hufflepuff wins!"

Everyone sagged to the ground, the air somber. We all glared at McLaggen, and he hastily left the pitch. We all entered the changing room, and dressed in silence, all of us too bitter at McLaggen to talk.

"Come on, guys, let's go up to the Common Room," said Dean quietly, and so we did. No one cheered as we entered.

Ooh, where's that git? I'm gonna kill him! I'm gonna make him wish he was never born, I thought angrily, scanning the room, but he was nowhere in sight.

Bloody coward. I'll get you when you return, I thought menacingly, and I stayed with Dean and the others. I was day-dreaming of ways I could torture McLaggen, when Hermione approached me.

"Have you seen Harry?" I asked her hopefully.

"No, I stayed at the match," she replied sadly. I heard laughter behind me, and turned and saw Dean, Seamus, Lavender and Parvati laughing.

"What's so funny?" I asked them, wondering what could possibly be funny at this moment.

"How funny did it look, Gin, when Harry fell of his broom," said Dean, and Seamus did a poor imitation of what I realised was Harry getting hit by the bludger and falling off his broomstick. They all burst out laughing again.

"So, let me get this straight, someone getting hit in the head with a Bludger, having a cracked skull, and falling off their broom, is funny?" I asked Dean, the anger clear in my voice. They stopped laughing when they saw my expression.

"Come on, Gin, you have to admit it was pretty funny..."

"No it wasn't!" I exclaimed, starting to raise my voice. "WHAT MCLAGGEN DID WAS TERRIBLE!"

"OH, COME ON! DON'T YOU BLAME MCLAGGEN! HE DIDN'T KNOW WHAT HE WAS DOING-"

"HE KNEW PERFECTLY WELL WHAT HE WAS DOING!" I retorted, outraged. HOW DARE HE STAND UP FOR MCLAGGEN! "I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU! HARRY IS YOUR FRIEND!" The common room had gone quiet now.

"EVERYONE LAUGHS AT THEIR FRIENDS WHEN THEY GET HURT!"

"SO EVERYONE LAUGHED WHEN RON GOT POISONED, HUH?"

"NO, BUT THAT WAS DIFFERENT!"

"NO IT WASN'T!"

"WELL YOU KNOW WHAT? YOU'RE ACTING SO PROTECTIVE LIKE HE'S YOUR-HE'S YOUR-"

"MY WHAT?!"

"YOUR BOYFRIEND!" he yelled, and my anger boiled furiously. That was it. I pulled out my wand and was ready to hex him when, someone grabbed me and pulled me away.

"LET ME GO!"

"NOT UNTIL YOU CALM DOWN!" Hermione yelled back, dragging me out of the portrait hole, I glared at Dean the whole time and he glared straight back at me. Once we were outside, and I had stopped fighting, she released me.

That stupid prat! Oh, I'm gonna go back in there and hex him into the next century!

I looked at Hermione. "You're not going back in there," she stated firmly, as if sensing what I was thinking, and she stood in front of the portrait hole. I glared at her.

"I need some air. I'm going for a walk," I said stonily after a few seconds, and walked away. I didn't want to hurt her, she'd already been hurt enough by angry actions this year.

I was so absorbed in my anger that I didn't even realise that I was heading to the Hospital Wing, and pushing the door open. As I entered, Ron looked up.

"Hey," I said making my way over to him.

"Hey," he replied. Harry was in the bed next to him. I took a seat in the middle so that I was facing them both. I glanced over at Harry, and all the anger I felt melted away; he looked so peaceful.

"Has he woken up yet?" I asked Ron hopefully.

"No," he replied, and my heart sunk even further into my chest. "He'll be all right," Ron added.

"Yeah, I know..."

"So, how was the match?" he asked, changing the subject. " It sounded pretty bad."

"It was an absolute disaster!" I exclaimed. " McLaggen was terrible!" He smiled at that. "And Harry almost missed the match too! Although, it might've been better, seeing his condition now..."

"He almost missed the match?" Ron interrupted, interested.

"Yeah...something about Malfoy, I think," I replied, and Ron nodded.

"Where's Hermione?" he asked after a few moments.

"Common room, I think."

"And McLaggen?"

"That git didn't have the guts to show his face yet...next time I see him, I'm going to torture him...even if the others already have," I replied savagely.

"I always knew he was going to blow it," Ron stated proudly, and I rolled my eyes. He kept on talking, but I was no longer paying attention. I looked at Harry.

He looks so cute! I felt like stroking his hair and holding him.

Whoa, what the hell are you thinking?! I sighed. I had no idea what I was thinking.

Maybe I have feelings for him again, a voice reasoned inside my head. No, that couldn't happen; I was over Harry. Something white and soft hit me in the face.

"Hey!" I said angrily, looking at Ron. He had thrown his pillow at me. I glared at him. "What was that for?"

"I called your name at least six times."

"Oh, sorry, I was...distracted." He nodded and looked from me, to Harry, and back. "What?"

"Nothing, you two have become close that's all," he replied casually. Oh, not him too!

"Yeah, so?" I questioned him.

"Nothing...maybe you two could, you know, go out," he suggested.

"Well that's not going to happen because I have a boyfriend and we're just friends," I stated.

"Ok...I was just saying...I mean, I'd rather it was him than Dean or Michael."

"Well, I don't care what you think because Harry and I are always just going to be friends," I said bitterly. "Ok?"

"All right," he replied smirking.

"What about you?" I asked him.

"What about me?"

"When are you going to break up with Lavender and go out with Hermione?" I said, grinning evilly. That wiped the smirk off his face.

"I dunno," he said looking down.

"Well, you'd better hurry up, Ron, because she's not going to wait forever."

"I know..." he replied dejectedly. Madam Pomfrey came out of her office.

"I'm sorry, Miss Weasley, but you have to go now. Mr Potter needs peace and quiet to rest," she said.

"All right," I replied, and she went back into her office.

"Bye, Ron," I said hugging him.

"Bye, Gin," he replied, and once I had released him, he turned over on his side.

I looked at Harry. I moved the hair out of his face and kissed his forehead.

"Sweet dreams Harry," I whispered. He smiled and murmured something that sounded like 'Ginny'.

Oh stop it; he was just speaking gibberish.

I walked back to the common room and saw that majority had gone to lunch. Dean was sitting on the couch waiting, obviously for me. I wanted to walk by like I didn't see him, but he saw me and gestured for me to join him. I sat next to him on the couch.

"Ginny, I'm so sorry; I didn't mean to say any of those things. You're right, it wasn't funny at all," He said grabbing my hand. I looked at him. He truly did look sorry.

But, Harry...

NO! You're over Harry now, remember? Plus, you said it yourself; you'll always be friends and nothing else.

"It's all right, Dean, I forgive you," I said, giving him a small smile. He smiled.

"Thank you," he said and he kissed me quickly. "Are you coming to dinner?"

"No, I'm not that hungry," I said to him. I was a little hungry, but I would last until dinner.

"Ok," he said, and left the common room. I was in the Girl's Dormitory reading a book, when Hermione came in.

"Hi," she said hesitantly.

"Hey," I replied, smiling at her. She must have sensed that I wasn't angry anymore, because she smiled and sat on her bed.

"Feeling better?" she asked, grinning.

"Yes," I replied, grinning also. "Thank you for holding me back."

"No worries," she replied still grinning. "Did you go to the hospital wing?"

"Yeah," I replied.

"How are they?"

"Good. Harry hasn't woken up yet, though."

"Ok...did you break up with Dean?" she asked. I noticed that she sounded kind of hopeful.

"No," I replied quietly, looking away.

"Oh, ok," she replied, sounding disappointed for some reason.

I spent the rest of the day, and night, hoping that Harry was ok, and that he would wake up soon.

I hope you liked it! Sorry if it's a bit crap though.