A/N: Chapter 2 of just making it up as I go along. went down temporarily when I posted the first one =(. Bum luck, lol. So here is the hopefully not too confusing next chapter.

You're sitting in the corner of the locker room and I don't know what to do. I know this game meant a lot to you, and I know that you know that winning isn't everything, but I still know it would have been better if we did, in fact, win. I told you that you shouldn't be betting on these games, especially not now. Your mom really doesn't need you going around spending your Hogsmade money senselessly.

I quietly walk towards you, slowly. But you're looking at something, fixed on an object in your hands. You only stare intensely at it, I don't think you could hear me if I had done the Sonorus spell. I manage to get closer and I realize it's just a photograph, but I can't make out whom it is. Eventually you stand up and just shove it in your pocket, running a hand through your blazing red hair.

I stand perfectly still, just watching as you leave in your own little world. How I wish I could just be in my own world sometimes. I retreat back to the library, it's nearly halfway through November and I haven't started on December! Harry and you weren't kidding when you said quidditch takes up a lot of time.

....

Losing is just another way of saying you didn't win. They say it doesn't matter but everyone knows it does. In usual circumstances, if you're sore about losing-not winning, that is-get over it. But if you lose with a team, and you're the reason for it, you've got hell to pay. I told Harry it wasn't a good idea putting her on the team like that, he knew I wouldn't be able to concentrate, yet he did it anyway.

"She's a brilliant chaser, literally. Come on, show some friendly support for her, she's trying her best," he said.

"Don't worry, everything will be fine," he said.

He has no idea.

And even as I sit here looking at her picture I know things won't work out. Because she's too good for me and that's that. It's only so many times you hear about someone's great career being ruined by a relationship. Maybe tomorrow the outlook won't be so dismal.

Maybe tonight I won't stay up 'til the ungodly hours of the morning thinking about you, wishing you were with me. Maybe tonight I'll stop feeling for you like the way I do, because even the thought of you makes me go crazy; you cause my body to tremble, to be disgusted with myself and only want you even more. Maybe I'll stop loving you, but I highly doubt that I will. ....

And I don't care because I'm going to tell you. This life has been such a rejection that one more "no" won't kill me (yet). I see that you're with your whiny, giggly friends gossiping about something or the other, and I call your name anyway. What's the difference, it doesn't matter. You, with your bright red braids traipse over to me, without a care in the world.

"What d'you want," you drawl in a tomboyish tone.

You aren't fooling anyone, Ms. Weasley.

...

"I want you to say yes," Harry said truthfully.

Ginny rolled her eyes.

"To what, freak?" she smiled jokingly.

"To dinner this Friday night at the Black Cat,"

Ginny coughed. That was the last thing she expected from him. The Black Cat was only the coolest restaurant in the wizarding world. Quidditch stars take their dates there after a movie premiere. Even if business was slow this time of the year, it was still a dream to be escorted to the Black Cat.

But this was one of her friends; this was Harry. This wasn't just a quick crush or a simple get together. You need to think this through, Gin. Don't just go on impulse, she told herself.

"Sure, sounds like fun," she immediately responded.

Dammit.

....

I couldn't believe it. It was a rather brisk morning in the Gryffindor boys' dormitory as I awoke from my slumber. I went to wake you up but you weren't there. How could you go to breakfast without me, mate? I would've gotten dressed fast if you just said something. So I get ready and walk downstairs, trying not to wake up a couple passed out on the couch. Shaking my head at them I continue on to the end of the portrait until I remembered I'd forgotten my comb.

I turn to go back together and there you are, asleep. With her, lying on your arm like a badge of bravery. Another reminder how much more ahead of the game, ahead in life you are than me. You did it; mate. Not only have you made out with my sister but you've also won the bet. So what if you asked your girl out first. It doesn't mean she can't say yes.

...

I don't know why you asked me down here. It's where this all began, right? I detest this hellhole of a place, this hermit from a social reality. There is no life in this maze, only knowledge that shall be soon forgotten. The silence is murder as I quietly walk into the library, signing in at the desk.

You're leaning against a bookshelf pretending to read and you're not supposed to do that! Perspiration from the body can ruin the wood. And I can see that you're looking right at me. Nice try, Ron.

And you mean nothing when you're talking to me, because it's always about quidditch or me helping you with some bit of schoolwork. Where's the balance in friendship?

But you're voice changes so I finally tune in.

What are you going on about? That's totally irrelevant.

I don't remember that last year.

...I can't say I have.

Love? I'm not sure.

Please just what are you getting at.

....

I never knew a simple kiss could change so much. It's the difference between alone and not alone. From single to...not single. (Oh, the mere thought of it makes me smile!) From an old part of life to a new. I can't revert back to the loneliness of the library, not when I have this Quidditch star. No, I can never go back. Especially with a lifetime ban for indecency in a public area.

A/N: Wow that was just a complete mosh. A little stupid at the ending but eh, I had fun. Hope you liked, please review!