A/N: Hey, I made it an entire week with no computer! Who knew I had it in me? Sorry for the wait, here's the next chapter! It's just this one and then we're on to Christmas break and the snake attack thing.

IMPORTANT: I'm contemplating whether or not this fic should stop sometime during the summer before half blood prince or follow through half blood prince until Ginny finally actually gets Harry. Please let me know what you think but please don't say make it go through half blood prince just to make the story longer, please consider what would actually be BETTER for the story. LET ME KNOW IN THE REVIEWS!

(some of the text is borrowed from OOTP ch. 19. Said lines belong only to the lovely JK Rowling.)

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The D.A. meetings continued, and Ginny actually managed to get through the next few without seriously injuring herself or anybody else, which was a major accomplishment.

As Ginny lost weight, her body had increasingly more trouble generating body heat. She was always cold and so was the weather now, which was not a good combination for Ginny.

It was with tremendous effort that Hermione managed to coax Ginny into going outside in the bitter cold wind to watch the first Quidditch match of the season.

Ginny normally loved Quidditch. Most of her brothers were excellent Quidditch players. They would always practice during the summer holidays, but they didn't let Ginny play once. She never forgot that.

In fact, the strongest memories she had of her early childhood were of her six-year old self sneaking into the broom shed at the Burrow and practicing on her brothers' broomsticks when they went inside. She told her self that one day, she was going to be better than all of her brothers.

These days, she just didn't feel up to it. The thought of Ron, who had just been made Gryffindor keeper, on a broom in front of the entire school was enough to finally persuade Ginny to go to the match. She knew Ron much too well and was certain that his nerves would get the best of him and make for some comedy that Ginny seriously needed.

On the morning of the match, Hermione and Ginny sat down across from Ron and Harry at the Gryffindor table. Hermione was wearing just a red and gold scarf and a Gryffindor rosette.

Ginny however, had put on a huge woolly hat along with two scarves layered on top of her puffy winter jacket. She wore two gloves on each hand. She also made Hermione conjure up one of her portable fires to put in by their feet once they were in the stands.

"How're you feeling?" Ginny asked Ron, who was staring green-faced into his cereal.

"He's just nervous" said Harry.

Ginny had wanted to start a conversation with Harry, when Luna walked dreamily over from the Ravenclaw table. She was sporting a huge lion head that roared loudly as she told them that she was supporting Gryffindor. (As if the fact were not already obvious.)

When she drifted away, Ginny had to laugh with Hermione as Harry and Ron were taken away by Angelina. She had to admit, it felt good to laugh.

Ginny ended up having a good time for the first part of the match. Hermione's fire kept her relatively warm and she couldn't help but giggle with Hermione every time Ron failed to save a goal. Of course, they would never tell him this.

Ginny felt her face flush with anger when the Slytherins started the first chorus of, "Weasley is Our King". Hermione looked at her and shook her head, silently telling Ginny to ignore it.

How could Ginny ignore it? It made Ginny so mad that she could even speak about it. Hearing those words about her family made her self esteem go, if possible, even lower. Sure he deserved it, but it did not help when Harry and George, her own brother, beating Malfoy to a pulp at the end of the match. She was embarrassed by their actions and for the first time in her life, ashamed to be a Weasley.


"Banned", said Angelina in a hollow voice, late that evening in the common room. "Banned. No seeker and no beaters…What on earth are we going to do?"

"It's just so unfair," said Alicia numbly. "I mean what about Crabbe and that Bludger he hit after the whistle had been blown? Has she banned him?"

"No, "said Ginny miserably; she and Hermione were sitting on either side of Harry. "He just got lines, I heard Montague laughing about it at dinner."

Everyone began heading to bed after that. Ginny was finally left alone in the common room with Harry, Ron, and Hermione. As she sat in her squashy arm-chair staring at the fire, she had an epiphany.

Angelina needed new players. What if she was the new Gryffindor seeker? It was a possibility that Ginny had never thought could happen. Her brothers had always overshadowed her when it came to Quidditch. Who would expect little Ginny Weasley to play for Gryffindor after the great Charlie Weasley or the twins?

Ginny knew that she was in a very fragile state to play Quidditch, but she wasn't going to let that stop her from doing something she had wanted since she was six years old.

She thought about it all night, even when she was lying in her four-poster. The more she dreamt about it, the more she wanted to be the one to catch the golden snitch to roaring applause from the entire Gryffindor house.

The next morning, she managed to catch Angelina on the way to breakfast, hand in hand with Fred.

"Hey Angelina could I ask you something?" Ginny asked, ignoring a weird look from her brother.

"Yeah, sure Ginny what's up?" she replied, releasing herself from Fred to walk with Ginny.

Ginny suddenly felt very awkward that she was asking her brother's girlfriend who was also the captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team if she could be her seeker.

"I-um, well I know you need a new seeker, and my brothers don't know this, but I've been flying for a long time and I was wondering if you would consider letting me play?" she asked quickly.

Angelina was more much more enthusiastic than Ginny had been expecting to be. She seemed like such an intimidating person when you first met her. She was tall and beautiful and amazing at Quidditch.

"Of course! You only come from one of the best families of Quidditch players in Hogwarts history! I'd love for you to play! Come to the Quidditch pitch on Saturday morning, I'm having a little try-out session. In fact, I'll walk you down. Just meet me in the common room!"

"Okay! Just please don't tell my brothers yet!" said Ginny, surprised at how nice Angelina actually was.

Angelina nodded and winked at her as she rejoined Fred.


Saturday morning came faster than Ginny would have liked. She ended up telling Ron that she was planning on trying out so that she could borrow his broom until she could somehow aquire her own. If she made the team, that is.

Ron seemed like he approved of Ginny playing Quidditch. ( "You should just take my spot," he had said gloomily.)

She was a pile of nerves. She wanted to badly to prove herself. Of what, she wasn't sure. Did she want to prove that she was as strong as her brothers?, That the only female Weasley could play Quidditch too? Maybe she just wanted to prove that she still was strong and not the weak little anorexic girl that she had become.

She was still partly in denial.

Ginny went down to breakfast extra early that morning, so that she could fuel her body temporarily on carbohydrates and protein.

She greedily devoured a whole stack of toast and an entire plate of bacon, washed down with a huge glass of pumpkin juice. She had to make sure she at least had energy for Quidditch. She could get rid of it in the toilet later.

Back in the common room, Angelina spotted her.

"Ready?" she asked, smiling at Ginny.

Ginny nodded and followed Angelina, who was about a head taller than her, to the Quidditch Pitch.

Angelina timed Ginny and the other potential seekers on how fast they could find and catch the snitch. Ginny was too nervous to watch the others, but she was feeling confident. She spotted the snitch almost immediately and caught it with surprising speed when she pulled into a spectacular dive. There were some advantages to being so small. She zipped through the air faster than anyone else. She couldn't however, stop thinking about how she had to throw up and get ride of the calories digesting in her stomach that very moment.

She wanted to go and vomit but Angelina took her aside.

"Congratulations," she said quietly, "You're my new seeker."

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