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Chapter Two: Quidditch by Moonlight

Ginny Weasley was a damn good Chaser. She couldn't help it. Quidditch was in her blood. For nine generations back Weasleys had played Quidditch at Hogwarts and usually for Gryffindor. There were a few Hufflepuffs and Great-Aunt Clara who had been a Ravenclaw. Mostly though, Weasleys were Gryffindors.

Her oldest brother Bill had been a Chaser too when he was at school. In fact, it was Bill's fault that they all played Quidditch. The Weasley children really could have their own team based on the talent. Bill had taught them all to play. Charlie Weasley was one of the greatest Seekers in recent Hogwarts history. The twins were damn scary Beaters who worked in perfect unison. Ron, now that he had finally relaxed, was showing his true colors as class Keeper. And Ginny and her remaining brother Percy were Chasers like Bill. Percy had this hero-worship thing going for Bill for a few years back and wanted to be exactly like Bill until Percy turned eleven and struck out on his own at Hogwarts. And Ginny, well she had tried all the positions and could do fairly well in any, but she preferred Chaser and it showed.

At least, Harry thought it showed. For some reason, Harry just couldn't stop watching her during practice. Her long red hair flew out like a comet's tail behind her. She was graceful and elegant at the same time she was vicious and determined. It amazed Harry.

It amazed him so much he actually missed the Snitch, twice.

"Oy, Captain!" Ron called a bit annoyed from his place in front of the three goal posts. "Are you playing Seeker or what?"

Ron pointed at the Golden Snitch flying directly below Harry. Harry grinned and dove for the littlest ball. When he caught it, Harry ended practice for everyone else.

"Aren't you coming in to, Harry?" Ron asked.

Harry managed a lopsided smiled. "I think I could use a little more practice. You go ahead, mate."

Ron shrugged. "I guess this way you won't be so distracted managing the others while we practice."

Harry had to wonder if Ron knew what had really distracted him so much.

Not that it matter. For some odd reason Ron seemed to be mentioning Ginny an awful lot to Harry. Harry couldn't figure out why since Ron hated Ginny being with any other guy.

Harry sighed and did a full lap around the Quidditch pitch. He was not supposed to be thinking about any of Weasleys. He was supposed to be practicing. Although, Ginny as a pleasant mental image.

Ginny sat in the girl's changing room towel drying her long hair, her extremely long and annoying hair. She growled faintly.

"One of these days," she said to no one in particular, "I'm going to just chop it all off!"

"You can't do that, Ginny!" one of the other girls on the team, a fourth year Chaser named Amanda Newman, said loudly. "You have such gorgeous hair!"

Christy Hue, her dorm-mate and the other girl on the team as a Beater, looked at Ginny critically. "She's got a point, Ginny. You do have great hair."

"Yes well I don't fancy getting sick so I'm not going out in this cold with it soaking wet," Ginny said still drying her hair. "You two might as well go ahead without me."

"You sure, Ginny?" Christy asked. "We don't mind waiting."

"S'fine," Ginny mumbled as the towel now covered her face.

"Obe-kaybe," Christy shrugged. "Don't you know a drying charm though?"

"Yeah," Ginny said. "But it gives me split ends."

Christy just rolled her eyes. "You would never cut your hair, would you?"

Ginny laughed. "Only if the rest of my head went with it. Mum used to force me to keep it short. I like it long."

"Come on, Amanda," Christy pulled the younger girl along by her sleeve. "We'll leave Ginny alone with her love."

Ginny started as the girls left. Her love? No, surely not. Yes she was very fond of her hair, but it was not 'her love.' That particular title was already taken, even if he didn't know it.
It was dark by the time Ginny finally left the changing rooms. The moon was just starting to rise with a brilliant three-quarter shine. The stars were coloring the sky with there light. It was a perfect night that just drew the eyes of anyone outside up to the heavens.

As Ginny looked up, she saw the pitch wasn't as deserted as it should be. Harry was flying after the Snitch. He didn't seem to be trying to catch it, just follow. It was a good was to get used to the flying patterns the elusive object used.

Harry was beautiful. There was no other word for it. She remembered finding him asleep in the moonlight a few nights ago. Hell, she remembered seeing him walking out to the pitch that afternoon. In any light, he was gorgeous. But flying, he was at home. His wild black hair flew out around his head like a halo. His body was taunt, every muscle focused on his task. And not even his glasses could hide his narrowed gaze as he fallowed the Snitch with his eyes.

Ginny decided that if he were and animagus, he'd be a hawk, maybe an eagle, but some sort of great bird. Graceful and beautiful at the same time deadly and vicious with the ability to rise above everything, that was Harry. Maybe a phoenix would be the best form. It was rare for an animagus for to be a magical creature, but if anyone could do it, Harry could.

Ginny shook her head to clear it.

She should not be standing there daydreaming about Harry. It wasn't important how hot he was, or strong or brave, any of it. She should under no circumstances be daydreaming about him.

With of last glance up at to the heavens, Ginny turn back towards the castle.
Harry had finally had enough practice and grabbed the Snitch. Sitting up straight and stretching his sore muscles, he spotted a figure approaching the castle doors.

It was Ginny. Her hair was free and flowing freely behind her. He could make every curve of her silhouette in the moonlight. She was beautiful, like a goddess come to earth.

As the doors closed behind her Harry groaned.

He should not be thinking about her, especially not like that.

Landing softly, Harry made his way to the boys' changing rooms, planning on taking a long, and probably cold shower.