I was surprised the next morning when two owls flew straight at me.

I opened the first one.

Ginny,

Please remember that the first Quidditch Match has been planned earlier than usual because of the Student exchange. There are no matches planned during the exchange time.

Please come down to the field for practice during break.

Thank you very much.

Your Quidditch Captain,

Harry James Potter.

I became furious as I looked at the other House Team's slips. They all had little personal messages at the bottom. It made me so frustrating that he didn't even add a little 'Have a Good Day' scribbled messily on there.

I crumpled up the parchment.

Who did he think he was?

First he blew me off and now he won't even spare a passing glance?

He's become such a jerk- and it's all Hermione's fault!

I sighed, angry.

Grabbing a piece of toast, I ran up to my dormitory and grabbed my broom, an Ice Wind 4512, special edition. I'd saved up three years to buy a nice broom, and when I found this one, I knew it was perfect for me. I still had to borrow six Galleons off mum, but I managed to pay her back by cleaning the whole house- and trust me, that is not an easy chore.

I threw on my wind-breaker and rushed down to the field.

The team was already waiting there.

Harry looked at me, blushed, then turned away. "All right. We must be prepared to take down every single house this year, despite the weather conditions, the opponents, and this school student exchange. I hope you're all with me when I say that we will win. Ready? Let's practice!"

I swung my right leg over my broom.

On Harry's whistle, I kicked off the ground and into the sky.

Harry had switched to keeper, so Dennis Creevey took over the seeker position. Colin Creevey was a chaser along with Lavender Brown and I. The two beaters were Seamus Finnigan and Dean Thomas.

Colin passed the Quaffle to me.

I threw it to Lavender, who flew about three more feet ahead then tossed it back to me.

"You take the shot!" she called.

I bit my lip, nodded my head, and zoomed towards Harry.

I knew I had to make this shot or I'd look stupid.

After all, it was the first practice of the season, and if I screwed up I could be risking my position on the team.

I thought hard about Harry and how he made me feel. Then the thoughts of how he dared choose Hermione over me flew into my brain.

Tears of fury stained my face as I shot ever closer to Harry.

I raised my arm and threw the Quaffle with all of my strength.

Harry looked shocked and tried to catch it.

The Quaffle smacked his hand with a large crunch.

Harry's hand sickeningly bent back, and I thought that he'd stopped the ball. Obviously he did too, but it still flew through the loop.

He looked at me, surprised, then flew down to the ground.

We all followed.

He was cradling his hand.

"Are you all right?" Dean asked skeptically.

"Er… no… I think it's broken," he said, looking up at me, not with fury, but with pain across his face. "Now, that's the kind of throwing I want to see at the next Quidditch match."

"Oops," I said sarcastically. "I didn't mean to hurt you. Maybe you should wear gloves next time…?"

Dennis raised his eyebrows. "Is… everything… all right between you two?"

"Oh, yes," Harry said, at the same exact moment I replied, "not exactly."

I glared at him and said, "Come on, let's finish practice."

The rest of the meeting went extremely well.

I'd scored twenty-two times.