A/N: Chapter Five! This chapter is named after one of my favorite Gilmore Girls fics, "Too Late to Forget." If you like Gilmore Girls I suggest you read it, if you haven't already. (It's on my Favorites list.)

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Pairing: Ginny/Draco, Hermione/Severus

Rating: PG-13

Disclaimer: Um… I don't own it?

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Ginny Apparated to her apartment as soon as she reached the bathroom. It was pretty much closed up, since she wouldn't be back until summer vacation, if then, but she had a few things left in her closet. She walked to her bedroom and grabbed her first aid kit, shrinking it so that it fit inside the pocket of her pants, and took the opportunity to really use the W.C.

When she was finished, she stood in front of the sink, staring at herself, wondering whether she would ever see that particular sight again.

The 20-year-old witch shook her head and walked to her closet, pulling out her old Nimbus 2000. She'd saved up the money to buy it when she had joined the Quidditch team as a Chaser in her fifth year. Now she needed it again. She'd used it, of course, but not for Quidditch lately. She had been skilled enough to make it on the professional teams, but that hadn't been what she'd really wanted to do.

She headed out the door (after hiding the broom with a charm) and towards the train station. She would follow the tracks, as she had no idea where the train was at the moment. The station was a five-minute walk from her apartment, and had been chosen especially for that purpose. She probably should have just stayed with her parents, but Fred and George still hadn't moved out, and only a stupid person—or someone with a death wish—would stay there with them.

The bustle of the station jolted Ginny out of her thoughts. She headed onto Platform 9 ¾ and hopped onto her Nimbus, following the tracks.

Her mind flew back to the last time she had flown it in competition…

Ginny swiped at the hair falling into her face and squinted through the rain, motioning to Natalie McDonald, one of the other Gryffindor Chasers, to land. Everyone else caught her motion as well, and followed the fourth year to the soggy ground. They gathered in a huddle, both for show and to shield each other from the rain. This was the last competition of the year, the last for Ginny—and it was against Slytherin.

"Alright, team!" Ginny yelled. "We've flown in worse conditions than this—" she thought she heard someone mutter "Yeah, but that was during practice," but shrugged it off—"We can do this! We're going to win the Quidditch Cup this year, I swear it."

"Ginny's right!" Natalie yelled over the roaring wind. "We can do this! We beat Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw, and we won the Quidditch Cup last year, and—"

"But we had Harry Potter last year!" one of the Beaters interrupted.

Ginny glared at him. "We don't need Harry to win. Besides, Harry was just the Seeker. Adam," she turned to the fifth-year Gryffindor Seeker, " you know you're better than Baddock," she said, referring to Malcolm Baddock, the Slytherin Seeker, a fourth year, "and that's all you need to know. We'll cover you. Look, we're already fifty points ahead! All we need is the bloody Snitch to win!

"Adam, if it'll make you feel better, try the Wronksi Feint. Then Baddock will be completely out of your way. You know that he'd never make it. Chasers, we'll try maneuver 9-a. We've practiced it countless times. Alexander, just keep them from scoring, but don't worry, we won't bite your head off if you don't. Billy, Tom," she cringed inwardly; how she hated that name… "Go after the Chasers, and if you can, the Seeker, although I think Adam will be able to take care of him."

She took one last look at her team and smiled. "We can do it. Hands in the middle," they all complied, "One, two, three!"

"Gryffindor!" the team shouted, and hopped back onto their brooms, taking flight. Madam Hooch blew the whistle, and the game began again, with Dennis Creevey commentating. He might have begun his Hogwarts career as his brother had, but he'd blossomed into a carefree young man with a wicked sense of humor. Some thought it might have had to do with the Weasley twins taking him aside in his second year, but no one was certain.

"And Chaser Weasley takes the Quaffle! My, but that girl has certainly blossomed since last year. As you all probably know, she is the former girlfriend of the world famous Quidditch star, Harry Potter—"

"Mr. Creevey!" Professor McGonagall interrupted. "You are not here to bandy about gossip! You are here to comment on the game!"

"Sorry, professor.So, Gryffindor with the Quaffle, Hawkshead Attacking Formation—No! It's something different… Looks like we have a new maneuver here, folks, courtesy of Ginny Weasley, Captain and Chaser of the Gryffindor Quidditch team!" Dennis gasped. "Seeker Clancey is diving, folks, with Seeker Baddock on his tail—looks like he's seen the Snitch!"

Everyone stopped what they were doing to watch the two Seekers dive—except Ginny, who was going for the Slytherin goal with the Quaffle in her hands. She scored once—twice, before Adam pulled out of the dive just seconds before Baddock hit the ground. A successful Wronski Feint. She grinned, doing a little loop-de-loop to let off her feelings.

"Well. Looks like Seeker Baddock is out of commission. Pity, too—the Slytherins haven't got a reserve Seeker this year. Looks like their Chasers are going to have to haul—" Dennis paused, sneaking a look at Professor McGonagall—"uh, really do a good job and get a lot of points, 'cause that's the only way they're gonna win. And while the rest of us were busy watching the Seekers dive for a nonexistent Snitch, Chaser Weasley scored two goals, putting Gryffindor at 100 and Slytherin still at 30."

Ginny grinned, stomping on the childish impulse to stick her tongue out at Graham Pritchard, knowing it wouldn't be prudent. Besides, Dennis would probably comment on it. She laughed at the thought, flying back to the other Chasers. The Slytherins had the Quaffle, and they were heading towards the Gryffindor goal. They couldn't get there in time, but it didn't matter, since Alexander was able to block it.

Out of the corner of her eye, Ginny saw a flash of gold, and she turned toward it. It was the Snitch, hovering just inches from her ear. She glanced at Adam, trying to get his attention without being obvious about it. Turned out she didn't need to—within seconds she felt a whoosh, and a cheer went up from the Gryffindors, Ravenclaws, and Slytherins.

They had won the match.

They had won the Quidditch Cup.

They had probably won the House Cup.

Ginny felt one—two—five—six impacts as her team came together around her, all screaming with exultation. Natalie—and Alex, although if you asked he would deny it—had tears streaming down her face. They landed in a heap, students nearly attacking them from all sides. Ginny started laughing. It was just all too funny. Really reminiscent of when Gryffindor had won the Quidditch Cup in her second year.

She slipped away, not wanting all the attention at the moment. All the Quidditch was bringing back memories of Harry. She'd felt horrible after she'd broken up with him… But not because she still loved him. Because in a way, it was the end of an era. She didn't want to break up with him. But it wasn't as though it was her fault, if it was anyone's fault, it was—

"Oof!" Ginny had run into something, not watching where she was going. A human being, she realized belatedly. "Sorry," she mumbled, looking up. It was him. Draco Malfoy. "What are you doing here?" she asked suspiciously.

Draco looked away uneasily. Probably looking for spies or something, Ginny thought. He looked back into her eyes. "Do I really need a reason?"

Ginny scowled at him. "Yes."

Draco rolled his eyes. "I was watching the game, Weasley."

Ginny grinned suddenly. "What'd you think?"

Draco slung an arm around her shoulders. "You did good, Weasley, you did good…"

Ginny sighed. She missed that, she really did. There was more of a history to their relationship than either of them was ready to admit. And it had all started during the Yule Ball, her sixth year…

"Gin, I'm gonna go get some punch. You want some?" Harry asked. They were sitting at a table in the Great Hall. Dinner was over, but the dancing had only just begun.

She smiled at him. "Of course."

She watched as he walked off, quietly denying a Hufflepuff who had gathered the courage to ask her to dance. She didn't want to dance with anyone but Harry, and she hadn't. At least not yet. She probably wouldn't, either. She was just so happy at that moment…

Ginny shifted on her seat uncomfortably. And now she had to go to the bathroom. She leaned over to Hermione, who was sitting at the table. The Head Girl hadn't gone to the dance with anyone, and Ginny suspected it was because she had her eye on someone else, someone who couldn't—literally—go with her friend to the dance. "'Mione, I'm going to go to the W.C. Would you tell Harry?"

Hermione nodded distractedly, but Ginny was certain she had heard. The girl had an uncanny knack for remembering things that no one expected her to. Ginny stood up and walked out of the Great Hall, heading to the girls' bathroom.

After finishing her business, she started walking back to the Great Hall when she heard voices. She quickly hid in an alcove, not wanting to be found.

"Pansy, he won't understand. He's with Weasley." That had to be Draco Malfoy! And they must be talking about Harry…

"But Draco…" That was Pansy. And she wasn't sounding anywhere near as whiny as Ginny remembered her. She just sounded rather dejected.

"Pansy…" Ginny was speechless. Draco seemed to be comforting her. "You'll get your chance. It just isn't now. Maybe after… Maybe after he's gone. It's just not now." There was a pause during which Ginny could hear Pansy sniffling. She was actually feeling sorry for the older Slytherin. "Maybe you should go back to your dorm room. I'll make your excuses."

Ginny watched as Pansy hurried by, her head down. Draco came into view as well, but he saw her.

"Weasley," he said. "What did you hear?"

"N-nothing," she whispered.

He snorted. "Yeah, right." He took a threatening step forward. "Well, you're not going to tell anyone what you heard."

Ginny shook her head quickly, backing up a few steps. "Of course not."

A slow smile made its way onto Draco's face. "Good." His gaze traveled over her face and came, inevitably, to her lips. She felt her face go hot. She'd only been kissed by one boy—Harry Potter. And she wasn't particularly eager to be kissed by any others.

Draco suddenly moved forward, too fast for her to back up again, and leaned down, brushing his lips over hers. It was only the shadow of a kiss at best, but it was sensual in its own way…

A smile appeared on Ginny's face. She'd never forgotten that kiss. He'd pulled away and walked towards where she supposed the Slytherins' dorms were before she could respond. She'd just stood there, her hand on her lips, watching him leave. And staring after him long after he was out of sight.

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A/N: I love writing this. I keep writing these memories, and including ironic things, like "She was the envy of almost every girl there, except perhaps the Slytherin ones." Well, she doesn't know about Pansy, does she? Lol.

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