Quidditch class was a weekly oasis in the vast desert of potion and
transfiguration classes. This is where Harry, Ron and Ginny were on a windy
Tuesday afternoon.
"When will Dumbledore stop grouping Slytherins and Gryffindors?" Ron asked shaking his head. Because the Slytherins were in front of them, looking menacing as usual.
Every Gryffindor was grumbling about having "filth" learn with them. I'm sure you know who it was, yes it was Ginny.
"Today we will try different Quidditch techniques. I'm sure you all have heard of a Wonski Feint." Madam Hooch was searching the faces of her students for their agreement. "A what-a-whata?" poor Neville whispered to Ginny,(she was on his right).
She quickly whispered to him an explaination. "We will learn how to do them correctly today." Madam Hooch accentuated the "r" sound so it sounded like "co-rrrrr-ectly."
"Oh please," Ginny thought, "I've been able to do Wonski Feints co-rrrrrr- ectly almost since I could walk." And she told Ella so(she was at Ginny's right).
After a lengthy explanation on how to do it, Madam Hooch barked "Mount up!" Everyone did so without difficulty, even Neville. "We're going to take turns, and your going to do the Wonski Feint with the person across from you. At that an explosion of complaining and cursing followed such as: "Do we really have to go near the @#!$@# Slytherins?!" and "I'm not going anywhere near a goodie-goodie Gryffindor!"
Madam Hooch blew her whistle loud enough to burst an eardrum and loud enough to silence the angry mob. Meanwhile Ginny was counting the students and making the pairs in her mind.her heart gave a leap.yes, she was with Draco!
After lots of angry cursing, several fingers, and tons of whistle blows, the first pair(Seamus Finnagen and Pansy Parkinson) kicked off and tried a Wonski Feint. They did it clumsily, but they got some applause.
Ginny was near the back, so she was almost dying with impatience. But she also didn't want to make Draco look like a fool, but then again she didn't want to look dumb either. So she decided to do her best, kick butt, and maybe impress him.
It was finally her turn with Draco. She whispered "Good luck," and he winked back(which made her turn very red).
"One.two.three, the whistle blew as she kicked off from the ground. The violent wind whipped her hair around her face and into her eyes. They both sped high, higher, till the rest of the world seemed fathoms away.
They stopped, looked at each other, and waited for the whistle. It came. They dived head first to the ground, so fast that everything was a blur exept each other. Draco took out his wand in a fraction of a second and whipered "extrabasendo." Ginny hurtled toward the ground and when she was an inch from the groung she pulled up sharply. But instead of a sensational feeling in her stomach, the wind was knocked out of her and excruciating pain sent her into the waves of unconsciousness.
Ginny woke up to see two figures leaning over her, concern etched deeply into their faces. "Ginny, Ginny."As if from far away she heard her name called, and then the room stopped moving and became clear.
Harry and Ron were sitting on chairs on either side of her bed, in the Hospital Wing. Ginny sat up suddenly, realized that that was a mistake, and slowly laid down again, clutching her pounding head.
"Ginny we were so worried," Ron sobbed, his face pale as parchment. "They said you almost died." Ron broke off with a wave of fresh tears and turned his head. "You were brought in.and you looked like a pile of skin, hair and blood." Ginny turned to see Harry, his eyes red and wet.
"I'm sorry," Ginny mumbled, as if she did something wrong. Ron apparently didn't hear, because he continued. "Madam Pomfrey couldn't heal such bad wounds so they had to call the Ministry to send to best healers they had." Ron paused to wipe his eyes and nose with a tissue, Ginny noticed the box was almost empty. "Your skull was cracked, you almost had brain damage, ten ribs were broken, TEN!" Ron stopped, covered his face and mumbled, "I almost lost you." "We sat here all day, everyone of the twenty-five days you were here, we slept in these chairs, wondering if you were .going to live," Harry added. Tears were freely streaming down his even paler face.
"I feel fine, I'm sorry you worried," Ginny slowly sat up and was swept into a hug by both of the sobbing boys. "But I'm glad to know how much you care," Ginny joked with a lopsided grin. The guys chuckled, sniffed and told her she wasn't going near a broomstick for 50 years.
"When will Dumbledore stop grouping Slytherins and Gryffindors?" Ron asked shaking his head. Because the Slytherins were in front of them, looking menacing as usual.
Every Gryffindor was grumbling about having "filth" learn with them. I'm sure you know who it was, yes it was Ginny.
"Today we will try different Quidditch techniques. I'm sure you all have heard of a Wonski Feint." Madam Hooch was searching the faces of her students for their agreement. "A what-a-whata?" poor Neville whispered to Ginny,(she was on his right).
She quickly whispered to him an explaination. "We will learn how to do them correctly today." Madam Hooch accentuated the "r" sound so it sounded like "co-rrrrr-ectly."
"Oh please," Ginny thought, "I've been able to do Wonski Feints co-rrrrrr- ectly almost since I could walk." And she told Ella so(she was at Ginny's right).
After a lengthy explanation on how to do it, Madam Hooch barked "Mount up!" Everyone did so without difficulty, even Neville. "We're going to take turns, and your going to do the Wonski Feint with the person across from you. At that an explosion of complaining and cursing followed such as: "Do we really have to go near the @#!$@# Slytherins?!" and "I'm not going anywhere near a goodie-goodie Gryffindor!"
Madam Hooch blew her whistle loud enough to burst an eardrum and loud enough to silence the angry mob. Meanwhile Ginny was counting the students and making the pairs in her mind.her heart gave a leap.yes, she was with Draco!
After lots of angry cursing, several fingers, and tons of whistle blows, the first pair(Seamus Finnagen and Pansy Parkinson) kicked off and tried a Wonski Feint. They did it clumsily, but they got some applause.
Ginny was near the back, so she was almost dying with impatience. But she also didn't want to make Draco look like a fool, but then again she didn't want to look dumb either. So she decided to do her best, kick butt, and maybe impress him.
It was finally her turn with Draco. She whispered "Good luck," and he winked back(which made her turn very red).
"One.two.three, the whistle blew as she kicked off from the ground. The violent wind whipped her hair around her face and into her eyes. They both sped high, higher, till the rest of the world seemed fathoms away.
They stopped, looked at each other, and waited for the whistle. It came. They dived head first to the ground, so fast that everything was a blur exept each other. Draco took out his wand in a fraction of a second and whipered "extrabasendo." Ginny hurtled toward the ground and when she was an inch from the groung she pulled up sharply. But instead of a sensational feeling in her stomach, the wind was knocked out of her and excruciating pain sent her into the waves of unconsciousness.
Ginny woke up to see two figures leaning over her, concern etched deeply into their faces. "Ginny, Ginny."As if from far away she heard her name called, and then the room stopped moving and became clear.
Harry and Ron were sitting on chairs on either side of her bed, in the Hospital Wing. Ginny sat up suddenly, realized that that was a mistake, and slowly laid down again, clutching her pounding head.
"Ginny we were so worried," Ron sobbed, his face pale as parchment. "They said you almost died." Ron broke off with a wave of fresh tears and turned his head. "You were brought in.and you looked like a pile of skin, hair and blood." Ginny turned to see Harry, his eyes red and wet.
"I'm sorry," Ginny mumbled, as if she did something wrong. Ron apparently didn't hear, because he continued. "Madam Pomfrey couldn't heal such bad wounds so they had to call the Ministry to send to best healers they had." Ron paused to wipe his eyes and nose with a tissue, Ginny noticed the box was almost empty. "Your skull was cracked, you almost had brain damage, ten ribs were broken, TEN!" Ron stopped, covered his face and mumbled, "I almost lost you." "We sat here all day, everyone of the twenty-five days you were here, we slept in these chairs, wondering if you were .going to live," Harry added. Tears were freely streaming down his even paler face.
"I feel fine, I'm sorry you worried," Ginny slowly sat up and was swept into a hug by both of the sobbing boys. "But I'm glad to know how much you care," Ginny joked with a lopsided grin. The guys chuckled, sniffed and told her she wasn't going near a broomstick for 50 years.