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Later that morning, Hermione and Ginny sat on the lawn as the boys whizzed by on their broomsticks, yelling excitedly. "And he scores!!!" Ron screamed.

Harry hooted from one end of the lawn, swiping his bangs from his eyes as he grinned, watching Ron's victory dance. "They girls will really go for that, Ron!"

Hermione snapped her head up, frowning slightly as she slammed her book shut. "Honestly, could they be any more distracting?" she huffed. "I'm trying to learn some new charms this summer, and they're incredibly difficult, and all they go on about is how their Quidditch skills are going to get them girls. Honestly!"

Ginny stretched, shaking her thick red hair out of her eyes. Wait, was he looking at her? She felt a familiar blush spread over her cheeks as she furtively sneaked a glance at Harry, who was currently staring off to where she sat.

"Ginny?"

Ginny turned back to Hermione, the guilty expression on her face clearly giving her away. "Yes?"

"Were you even listening to me?"

Ginny giggled. "Of course," she idly twirled a blade of grass as she gave Hermione a smirk. "I think that you're just jealous that Ron's talking about other girls. I think..." she tilted her head, smirking. "That you fancy him!"

Hermione blushed. "Of course not! Ron can be an absolute git." she stood up, brushing the front of her jeans, refusing to look Ginny in the eye. "He may be one of my best friends and all, but sometimes he's more of a git than Malfoy!"

Ginny pretended to ponder this as she too stood up, pulling her hair up into a loose ponytail. "Maybe so," she murmured to Hermione. "But haven't you heard that all good relationships need a little fire?"

From the field, Harry and Ron stopped their game for a moment to observe the antics of the girls, who had, a few minutes ago been relaxing on the lawn. Now however, Ginny was running around in circles, laughing so hard that tears were leaking from her eyes, while Hermione shrieked, running after her threateningly with a book.

"What's going on over there, you think?" Harry asked, running a hand through his unruly hair.

"I don't know, mate," Ron answered, completely in awe.

The two friends looked at each other and shrugged, then hopped back onto their brooms, each mumbling a single word under his breath.

"Girls."