Prompt – You've run into me and knocked me on my back and I your panic you asked if there was anything you could do to help me and in my dazed state said "How about a date?"

He was running late for Quidditch practice, Ron would surely say something and would kill him if he ever found out he'd been tailing Malfoy and those two girls again, sure there was something about the three of them. Both Ron and Hermione kept telling him to let it go.

Since when did he let anything go, especially when it came to Malfoy.

He rounded a corner and saw something/somebody, before he actually hit it/them. Down he went and he lay there in a daze for several seconds.

"Harry? Oh Merlin, Harry, are you okay?"

Of course it had to be Ginny to see him like this.

"I'm so sorry," she continued, worriedly, "I was coming to find you for Quidditch practice. Can't have our captain be late now, can we?"

He wanted to grin and make some funny reply but his brain and his mouth weren't in agreement just now.

She loomed over him, and he tried to fight the urge to cup her cheek or run his fingers through her hair.

"Harry, are you all right?"

He nodded and immediately realised it was a stupid thing to do, wincing.

"Shall I get Madame Pomfrey?" she asked.

When he didn't reply, she asked, " Is there anything I can do to help?"

"How about a date?" he heard someone ask her, and realised it was him. Inwardly he rebuked them – 'brain, mouth you need to work together!

Ginny opened her mouth but said nothing, looking quite shocked.

"Oh good, you found him...is he all right?"

It was Dean.

"Help me get him up, please?" asked Ginny, and he felt both their arms on his as they helped him stand, albeit a bit wobbly.

"Does this mean Quidditch practice is cancelled?" Dean asked hopefully.

"No, I'll run the bloody thing myself," snapped Ginny. She changed her tone to one of concern when she looked at Harry.

"Harry, go lay down for awhile, okay?" she suggested. "Don't worry about practice, I'll come find you when it's over and tell you how it went."

"I thought we could go for a walk after dinner," said Dean, not looking happy.

"Well we can't," growled Ginny. "Please just go tell the others to start warming up, and I'll be there soon."

"Why don't you come with me now?" he asked, looking suspiciously between Ginny and Harry.

"I'm going to take him back to the common room," she told him curtly. "Hopefully Ron or Hermione are there and can watch over him."

"Right, okay then. Guess I'll see you in a bit," he said, nodding at her and Harry.

Harry waited till Dean had turned the corner before speaking to Ginny.

" I'm fine, really," he assured her. "I've been hit by worse."

He regretted his words when she bit her lip in worry, reminding him so much of her mum.

"I promise I'll go rest," he told her, " I know the team are in good hands with you."

She smiled tentatively. "We're your team, Harry. I'll have them run some drills and we'll try some moves we talked about last time, okay?"

"Just what I would have had them do," he agreed.

"So..." She lingered, looking conflicted.

"Yeah?" A tiny flare of hope welled up inside.

She bit her lip again and seemingly decided.

"Never mind. Let's get you to the common room."

She tucked his arm through hers and they walked the halls of Hogwarts.

Together, but not.