Thank you all so much for your reviews. I never would have written this so fast if it weren't for the 3 reviews I found waiting for me this afternoon. I'm glad you guys like it so far, and if you have any suggestions for where the story should go, let me know.

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Ginny was glad Harry had agreed to come with her. She had seen him looking desolate next to her brother and his girlfriend and her heart went out to him. She knew he was uncomfortable around almost everyone in school.

She shaded her eyes as she looked up at him on his broomstick. He was flying above her aimlessly, simply enjoying the freedom flying.

"Harry," she called up. He flew down level with her. "I wanted to practice shooting goals, do you think you could be my keeper?" He looked up at the three hoops behind her.

"I'm not very good," he answered. "But I'll try." He swooped up around her and hovered in front of the middle hoop. For the next half hour, he struggled to block her. She was very good, and he was not, but he managed to stop a few. She applauded him every time, and he smiled down at her embarrassedly.

"I think I'm done humiliating you, Harry," she laughed as he missed another.

"Care to try to get the snitch first?" He challenged. Ginny contemplated it, looking out over the empty stands. 

"Nah," she answered finally, shaking her head. "I'm thirsty, you want to come get a drink with me?" Her voice shook a little, but Harry didn't hear it. Asking him to play Quidditch with her was one thing, asking him to get a drink was something else. Why? You ask Neville all the time? She thought. Right, compare Neville and Harry, as if it was the same.

"Sounds good to me," Harry's deep voice interrupted her inner argument. She sat trying to hide her shock as he flew down to the Quidditch pitch. She recovered and joined him a moment later.

"To the kitchen?" She asked as jumped off her broomstick and landing lightly on the ground. Harry tried not to notice the way her hair shined as she pushed it out of her eyes.

"Sounds good," he answered, holding his broom to his chest. Ginny tried not to notice how incredibly green his eyes were.

They walked to the kitchen, trying not to notice each other.

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Ugh, I don't like this one very much. It seems too much like the last one. Please feel free to suggest any changes.