What's Love?
A/N: Ok, I know the last chapter sucked. But wow, Spazfoot totally read my mind!!! I had been planning that for sooo long!!! You are so cool Spazfoot for...predicting....
Anyway, yeah, that chapter sucked. Hmm...I wonder if this chapter will be any better??? I've never written a chapter about Quidditch before!
Ah yes, the purpose for the writing letter thing in the last chapter was to show that Ginny was afraid of what the rest of her family might think of her new opinion on Malfoy. It was also to show that they weren't entirely friends yet.
Chapter 13
Ginny turned to look at Malfoy but he was already walking away.
"Where are you going?" she called.
"I'm going back to my common room. You wouldn't want to be caught fraternizing with me, would you?"
Ginny was surprised. She had defended him, hadn't she?
"Malfoy, wait!"
But he had already entered through the castle doors.
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Ginny stood in the Gryffindor changing room, now dressed in her Quidditch robes of scarlet. Even though all the other players were nervous about the game, she had her mind on things she'd never thought she's be involved with.
Ron was mad at her; that was for sure.
"Do you think we'll win?" asked Dennis Creevey.
"I don't know," Ron said loudly. "Who knows what the seeker's planning to do during the game? Maybe she'd rather have Slytherin win and not even try to catch the snitch."
And then there was Malfoy, whom she defended and he still got mad. Ever since the day at the beech tree, he completely ignored and avoided her.
Even Hermione had her doubts about Ginny.
"Are you sure you want to play today?" she had asked early that morning.
"Of course! Why?"
"Sometimes when a person is having troubles like these, they may subconsciously allow the opponent to win as a sort of revenge on the people causing the trouble."
Ginny sighed.
"They'll never understand..." she muttered. "I wish Harry were playing this match instead of me."
At the mention of Harry's name, a blush crept up her cheeks at an even that had occurred earlier that morning.
"Mr. Potter!" Madam Pomfrey had scolded as Harry entered the infirmary. "In here again, I see."
Harry had gotten into an accident with Grawp while helping Hagrid with some private business early that morning. His arm was now broken and a few ribs as well.
"Can you heal him?" Ginny asked.
She had helped escort him since he could not completely support himself.
"Of course I can, but he'll miss the Quidditch game," answered the nurse while pouring a potion into a goblet. She then left to get some bandages.
"You better go," said Harry.
"Will you be all right?" Ginny asked, sitting on his bed.
"Of course I will," he slightly smiled. "I've been in worse fixes than this, remember?"
Ginny smiled back at him.
"Now go ready up for the Quidditch game."
Then he did something that had only occurred in her dreams a few years before.
He leaned up, and kissed her on the cheek.
"Good luck," he whispered into her ear.
Ginny was interrupted out of her thoughts by a voice.
"Here's your broom, Ginny!" said Dennis nervously. "Ooohhh, I'm so nervous!"
But Ginny wasn't paying attention to him. Her mind wandered from the famous Gryffindor to a certain Slytherin.
'I just don't get it...' she thought. 'Why did he walk away? Did it really get to him that Ron doesn't like us talking to each other?' She shook her head. 'No way, this is Malfoy! That'd never get to him!'
But still, Ginny couldn't help but wonder.
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The Gryffindors walked out onto the Quidditch field. Loud cheering roars were heard from all sides of the field as both teams appeared. They went to meet Madam Hooch in the middle of the field.
"Captains shake hands," she ordered. "Mount your brooms..."
She placed the whistle in her mouth and blew.
All the Quidditch players pushed off the ground and began to zoom around the field.
~~~
"That little witch!" Malfoy mumbled to himself, glaring at Ginny fly around the field. "Fraternizing with me, psh!"
He went higher near the clouds to get a better view of the field.
"She probably only talks to me just to get her brother mad!" He said to himself. "That Weasel's got some nerve!"
"No I don't," came a voice from behind him.
He jumped and nearly fell off his broom. He turned his head to see Ginny staring at him contentedly.
"What do you want, Weasley?" he grumbled.
"The snitch, of course."
"Then go look for it," he snapped. "Don't just float there and stare at me."
He made a dive towards the field.
Ginny sighed.
"There's no use in trying to talk to him in the middle of the game," she said to herself.
She too dived toward the field and began searching for the snitch.
~~~
Ginny raced at the snitch with her left hand out. Malfoy was right beside her, his hand also stretched out. They were high up in the clouds where no one would even be able to see them.
Ginny thought to herself, 'After this match, he may never speak to me again. I might as well speak now, even if it is near the end of a game.'
"Why are you so mad at me?" She shouted over the strong wind blowing against her.
"What're you crazy?!" He called back, "Talking about that at a time like this!?"
He leaned forward, urging his broom to increase speed.
"If I don't speak now, we'll never get a chance to talk about it."
Malfoy merely rolled his eyes and concentrated on catching the snitch, which was going at an unusual amount of speed. He increased speed and was now ahead of Ginny. He was almost there. Closer, closer...and he's got it!
Wait!
No he hasn't, his hand is empty. Where was his broom? And why was his head hurting so much?
"Malfoy!" Ginny screamed.
Hey! His hand isn't empty anymore. Whose hand is that? Ginny?
Malfoy looked up to see Ginny holding onto his hand tightly, as tightly as she could.
"Just hold on," she said, trying to pull him up.
He finally came to his senses.
"Bloody hell, I didn't even feel that bludger!"
He tried to bring his other hand up to grab onto her broom, but he was slipping.
They were in the clouds, no one could see that he was going to fall.
"Please, just hold on!!!" Ginny cried, trying pull him up with all her strength.
All of a sudden, something smashed into her right arm, and he fell.
"NO!" she cried.
"GINNY!"
A/N: Ok, so I skipped from the beginning of the match straight to the end :P I CAN'T HANDLE SPORTS! I'm not very good with action details. I'm sorry for not updating a loooong time!!!! But you know, school... And ahem...notice what Malfoy had just called her....