Chapter 2
Harry was bent over his Transfigurations assignment – lord, he hated Gender Switching Spells—when he heard someone behind him clear her throat.
Grateful for the distraction, he looked up only to find himself staring into the face of Ginny Weasley.
"Hi, Harry," she greeted him, seemingly unaware of the fact that Harry's eyes were transfixed on a rather personal part of her anatomy. "Listen, I've been made Quidditch captain, so I'm here to tell you that our first practice is Saturday at ten."
"What?" Harry blinked suddenly. This was entirely too much information for his extremely distracted brain to comprehend. "You're – Quidditch – captain – " he managed.
"Yes," replied Ginny briskly, "no need to sound so shocked. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have some more work to do. See you Saturday!" She smiled at him and left.
It was only hours later that it occurred to him to wonder why Ginny was captain, and not him. After all, wasn't he the youngest Seeker in a century? Wasn't he a year her senior? Hadn't he been on the team for much longer than she? He knew Ginny was an excellent flier, but it nonetheless wounded his pride that he had been beaten out for the coveted position by, well, a younger girl.
Mulling over the issue, he crawled into bed and slept.