The morning of the Gryffindor vs. Ravenclaw dawned just as Ginny opened her eyes. Rising as early as ever she snuck out of her dorm; careful not to awaken the Hydra, who despised opening its eyes before the sun was thoroughly up.

She slipped out the common room like a shadow in the dark. Not even the Fat Lady twitched as she tip toed past. The Great Hall was open and breakfast was on the table for the early risers. Only a scattering of people lined the Hall; mainly Hufflepuffs. She grabbed a bowl of porridge, covered it in honey and brown sugar. Topped off the whole ensemble with fresh strawberries and kiwis then headed outside.

There was a slight drizzle of rain coming down but nothing bad enough to stop the game – or at least get anyone really wet. She breathed in the air deeply, pulling it into her lungs.

"It's nice out here isn't it," she closed her eyes and allowed a small smile to cross her lips,

"I love rainy mornings," she turned to look at Draco, his eyes looked like storm clouds; brooding and wonderful.

"You look lovely in the morning by the way, that sleepy look suits you, I just hope you aren't actually as sleepy as you look, I have a bet on you to make good on your promise to Boot," they both laughed at the dramatic events of the day before. Ginny hoped she hadn't actually hurt Terry; not if she wanted her new plan of 'Ron thinks I'm dating him while I'm actually with his worst enemy'.

"What are we Draco? You kissed me and you told me you liked me but I still don't know what we are," she looked into those intoxicating silver eyes, this man, this terrible man made her drunk.

"What do you want us to be Ginny?" he looked so honest and open, so willing to do anything it made her heart break to tell him anything but the truth,

"I want to give us a try, but I don't want to tell my family or my friends because they'll hate you, they always have hated you, Merlin I hated you, but I feel bad asking you to do that, so I'm confused and I don't know what to tell you," she shook her head as she leant into his chest, he rubbed her back and put his head down on top of hers,

"I'll be whatever you want me to be Red, if you want this to be a secret then I'll be secretive, but I'm also going to be honest, I don't want this to be a secret I want to tell the world that you're mine," he gently kissed the top of her head, to him it was like kissing a flame; like butterfly wings on the edge of a wildfire.

"Thank you," she whispered as she pulled her head away from his chest in order to give him a proper kiss, "Maybe someday they'll be ready for something like this, someday," she felt him smile against her neck and he nuzzled her,

"I'll wait for that moment forever," he said, it should have sounded sappy and tacky but coming from him it was only perfection, "Good luck today, you are going to be amazing," he gave her one last sad little smile before walking away.

Her porridge was cold but it didn't matter, she wasn't hungry anymore. She just wanted to win so that Ron would be happy; maybe even happy enough so that someday could come a little bit sooner.

"Blah blah blah we are going to be awesome, blah blah blah," Ginny was sure that Harry was saying something very motivational and awesome but she couldn't help it. His grey eyes were haunting her, "Ginny, are you listening to me?" oh damn, I need to learn how to look like I'm paying attention,

"Yep, play like we have in practice and Ravenclaw doesn't have a chance," this was one of Harry's favourite lines; he just interchanged the name of the opposing team. Harry nodded like he was convinced; Merlin he needs to change his inspirational lines if that can fool him.

"Let's go," Ginny slowly stood up and cleared her head. Her love life needed to be set aside for now; Quidditch was going to be her life and boys in school were more than likely just a phase. Priorities were important.

The air was as clear as it had been an hour before and the rain had stopped. Clouds lingered, threatening to begin a downpour if anyone doubted their power. Madame Hooch asked for a clean game and for the captains to shake hands then they were off. Ginny grabbed the quaffle right off the bat, passed to Katie who passed to Dean who passed back to Katie who passed it back to Ginny who scored. Terry looked at her menacingly, his stare said everything 'I like you Ginny but I am so not going to be soft on you because of that'. Ginny gave him the same look and scored again saying in their silent language that he didn't have to go easy; she would whip him anyway.

The game continued on in that fashion. Each team playing for the pride of not only winning a match but the authority to enter the Great Hall without being ashamed; on that scale the Gryffindors had more to lose.

In the end it didn't matter. Ravenclaw got the snitch but Ginny and her fellow chasers had scored so many points that they won anyway. Ginny went to shake the hand of their seeker, a fourth year who she hadn't met before,

"Good job, not many people can say they beat Harry Potter to the snitch when there weren't dementors around," she gave him a smile, he laughed nervously in response,

"Thanks, you're Ginny Weasley right?" wow, not one person in the entire school didn't know her name,

"Yeah that's right, I'm sorry I don't know your name," this is awkward, I wish I knew the kids name,

"John, John Peirce," he nodded calmly like he didn't expect her to know who he was,

"Nice to meet you John, hey would you mind telling Terry that Red says 'good game'?" he looked disappointed, as if he had expected her to be his new best friend and not show favourites towards other older, more handsome people,

"Um yeah I can tell him that," he gave one of those odd bobbing head nods then walked away with a sad little wave,

"Hey John!" he turned excitedly, maybe hoping she'd changed her mind, "Thanks,"

"For giving Terry the message? You don't need to thank me for that,"

"Oh but I really do John, I really do," there, that was mysterious to keep the little prodigy seeker happy for a few days.

She was walking back into the castle when she was once again snatched at the waist and pulled behind a statue,

"You fly like a bird little Red," damn it all its Terry, play it cool, you want this to work remember,

"Thank you, you're not so bad yourself," she giggled softly as he ran his hands down her back, she was used to this; they had done it plenty of times before Draco had waltzed into the picture,

"What did you do to my seeker though; he was completely flustered when he gave me your message," she gave him a 'what do you think I did look' he raised his eyebrows and she nodded, whatever he thought she was implying it was turning him on. He leaned in to kiss her and,

"Oi, Boot, hands off my sister," damn it all Ronald,

"Ronald, need I remind you again that I can do whatever I please with whomever I please without asking you for permission?" she wrapped her arms around Terry, Merlin above this had better fool Ron.

"It doesn't matter Ginny, just don't go about giving every Ravenclaw you see pity snogs behind every bloody statue,"

"Temper, temper," Ahhh, my dark hero to the rescue, thank you oh gracious Draco, "are you really that protective of dear Red's virtue Weasley? Or is it just the idea of a Ravenclaw being so close to your sister that makes you this angry, because if that's the case I completely understand, I'm almost sick myself just watching this little scene," he looked at Ginny as he said that, silver eyes pained beyond belief. This morning I told him I wanted to give us a try and now he finds me hiding behind a statue about to snog the enemy, damn it all again and again and again. I need to explain that Terry is just an alibi.

"You shut up Ferret this isn't any of your business," Draco was right, temper temper indeed.

"Fair enough Weasley," he gave a small nod, "Boot," another nod, "Red," a nod and small frown. Please don't kill me, please.