Luna has bad news for Harry, AKA good news for Ginny! And why is Harry jealous of Ginny's !boyfriend? There's a game of Quidditch in this chapter, and one of the players won't be returning to the team after this match! This is the last of the chapters submitted at once. Sorry, but I need to keep some suspense! Remember to review! And that I don't own Harry Potter! (This was written PRE HBP, so there are some discrepancies.)

Harry woke on November First, knowing that his life couldn't be going any better. He and Luna were going to eat breakfast together, and then he would play a game of Quidditch against the Ravenclaw team. He dressed quickly, and headed out the portrait hole earlier than he usually would have.

"Hi, Luna," He said, a bit surprised. Luna was standing outside the portrait hole, looking preoccupied. "What's wrong?"

"Is it that obvious I have bad news?" Luna raised her eyes to the ceiling, smiled exasperatingly, then brought her eyes back on Harry, her smile gone.

"So, what's up?" Harry asked, a bit concerned.

"Someone found a crumple-horned snorkack," Luna said dully.

"Well, that's good, isn't it?" Harry tried to reason why Luna was so upset. "There's finally going to be proof!"

"It was found in America," Luna was crying silently, wiping tears from her eyes.

"Another magazine is covering it, then," Harry could see why Luna would be upset. This would have been the first time her father would have had proof to one of his stories, a chance to boost 'The Quibbler' in ratings, and now this chance had been snatched away. He put an arm around her shoulders.

"No," Luna took out a large handkerchief and blew her nose.

"Then what's wrong?" Harry put his arm around her.

"Daddy will be covering it, but," Luna chocked, "he says he wants to start a new magazine in America and cover it in there. I'm moving to America, Harry. In a month." She pulled away from Harry's half-embrace, and ran down the corridor.

"Moving?" Harry asked the blank portrait of the Fat Lady. "To America?"

"Hi Harry," Someone said. Harry spun around.

"Yeah?"

Ginny stood behind him, one hand on her hip.

"What's up with Luna?" Harry noticed that Ginny was completely relaxed talking to him, and did not seem to boil when she mentioned Luna.

"She's moving to America," He said coolly. "You're talking to me a notice."

"Yeah, so?"

"So I figured you must hate me."

"I'll survive," Ginny smiled sarcastically. At that moment, a blonde boy wearing Hufflepuff robes came over to the two of them.

"Hey, Gin," He said. Ginny smiled at him.

Harry recognized this boy as Zacharias Smith, a former DA member. He smirked at Harry, his pig-like nose even more noticeable.

"Zach," Harry hated the accent Ginny put on his name, "and I got together yesterday."

"Does Ron know?" Harry said automatically. He could only imagine Ron's response to his sister going out with his least favorite DA member.

"Does that matter?" Ginny gave him a scathing look. "I don't need Ron's approval. Come on, Zach." Ginny turned, her hair swishing into Harry's face. Zach put his arm around Ginny, and they headed in the direction of the Great Hall.

Harry soon found himself staring at Zacharias's arm around Ginny, the familiar feeling of jealousy, which he had felt all the while Cedric and Cho had been together, creeping up on him. He watched them until they were out of sight.

He shook himself.

'Why am I jealous of Zacharias?' Harry frowned. He began the walk down to the Great Hall. He had half a mind to skip breakfast, but then he remembered that he had Quidditch.

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Twenty minutes later, he was scanning the sky for the snitch. Cho Chang was doing the same thing, throwing him dirty looks every few minutes as well.

Kirke and Sloper played just as bad as they had the previous year, and seemed to have acquired a skill for hitting the players instead of the Bludgers. Ron, thankfully, had kept the skill he had found he had in the last game last year. Ginny had tried out for chaser, as well as Seamus. Katie had one year left at Hogwarts, so she had returned to the team as star chaser and captain.

Much to the Gryffindor team's displeasure, a smug Slytherin boy was given Lee Jordan's job as commentator. He spent more time criticizing every team but Slytherin, rather than commentating.

"And there go the Gryffindor chasers tearing off for the Ravenclaw goal. If Ravenclaw had any talent, they'd stop them," Harry chanced a glance at the boy. Professor McGonagall was looking daggers at the boy, but as he was not in her house, she couldn't do anything about him. Professor Snape did not really seem to care what the boy said.

Harry shut out the commentator's voice and returned to searching for the snitch. He circled both team's goal hoops twice, zigzagged across the field, and went into a series of dives, still not finding the snitch.

"Kirke!" Harry heard Katie yell. "Stop hitting us! Aim for the Bludgers!" Katie zoomed past Harry who saw that she was leaning to the left on her broom, no doubt the result of Kirke hitting her.

Then he saw it. The snitch was fluttering about twenty feet from the ground. He dived. He heard Cho behind him, but knew she would never catch up.

"Ginny!" He heard Ron yell. Harry tore his eyes away from the snitch to see Ginny pelting for the ground. She had fallen off her broom, and Ron and Sloper were both tearing after her, screaming at their brooms to go faster.

Harry bit his lip. He was closer to Ginny than they were. But the snitch was only ten feet in front of him.

He looked at the snitch, then Ginny. She was fifty feet from the ground. Forty. Thirty…

Harry pulled out of his dive, sped over to Ginny and caught her. He slid towards the front of his broom, but used his feet to steady himself. He helped Ginny into a sitting position, then, holding her steady, tore toward the ground after Cho, just in time to see her pull out of her dive, the snitch clutched in her hand.

The Ravenclaw supporters erupted into cheers of surprise and glee. The screams were deafening as the Ravenclaw team circled around the field, tangled in a many-armed hug.

Harry touched down, and helped Ginny off his broom. She was dazed, and barely able to stand.

"Ginny," He shook her gently, trying to get her to stand. Her eyes opened, and she smiled faintly.

"Thanks, Harry," She whispered, before collapsing into his arms in a faint.

"Ginny!" Ron yelled behind him.

"She's OK," He said as Ron appeared beside him, looking shocked.

"It was Sloper," Ron said. "He was gonna hit the Bludger, that would have been a first, but hit Ginny instead. Git."

"Get her to the Hospital Wing," Katie said as she and the rest of the team landed on the ground.

Harry and Ron both put one of Ginny's arms around their shoulders, and half-carried, half-dragged her up to the castle.

Halfway there, they were intercepted by Hermione, Zacharias, and Professors Dumbledore and McGonagall.

"Is she all right?" The four of them asked in unison.

"Just fainted," Harry answered, for Ron looked too shaken to speak.

"Here," Dumbledore conjured up a stretcher, and had Harry and Ron place Ginny on it. Dumbledore levitated it up to the castle as the party of five followed him (Ron was still so shaken that he didn't say anything to Zacharias).

"There was an accident on the Quidditch field, Poppy," Professor Dumbledore said as they entered the hospital wing. Madame Pomphrey clucked her tongue as Ginny was laid onto a cot. She pulled a jar of green liquid out of her apron pocket and began to spoon some into Ginny's mouth. Ginny coughed and sat up.

"Thank goodness," Ron threw his arms around her, relieved.

"Ron, get off," Ginny rolled her eyes. "I'm fine. It was just an accident."

"But if Harry hadn't caught you," Ron released her, "you could have died!"

"But he did," Ginny punched Ron in the arm. "So stop worrying." She grabbed Harry's arm and pulled him closer to her. "Thanks, Harry." She pulled him into a hug. Harry knew he had to be blushing, for his face was hot.

"You're welcome," He said as he straightened up. She smiled at him the way she had done the day of the ball, then caught sight of Zacharias. Her smile faded quickly. Zacharias hugged her also. Ron had overcome his shock enough to glare at Zacharias, but had the good grace to stay silent.

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"Hi, Ginny," Harry walked into the hospital wing the next day, feeling self-conscious and awkward. He was clutching a small bouquet of lilies in one hand, and had three books tucked under his other arm.

"Oh!" Ginny, who had been drawing on a piece of parchment, looked up. "Hi, Harry." She placed the drawing on the table next to her bed. As she stretched to do so, she winced. Her side obviously still hurt from where Zacharias had hit her.

"These are for you," Harry thrust the flowers out to her. She accepted them graciously.

"Thanks, Harry," She brought them to her nose before placing them on her lap. "Lilies are my favorite flowers."

"Well, you can guess why I picked them," He said quietly. Ginny smiled softly. "Oh, yeah. Here are your homework books." Harry rolled his eyes. "Hermione made me bring them to you." He placed them on the table next to her bed, and caught sight of the drawing that was on the table. It showed a boy and girl linked together by a chain of hearts that twined around their waists. It was colored with different ink colors, and as Harry noticed this, he saw the pile of quills beside it, each a different color. Before he could examine the drawing further, Ginny snatched it and placed it next to the lilies on her bed, blank side up.

"Good drawing," Harry said, for he couldn't pretend he hadn't seen it.

"Thanks," Ginny said slowly.

"Uh, Sloper got kicked off the team," Harry said wildly.

"But it was an accident!"

"We know, but Kirke told us that he had seen a second year sneaking around the brooms when he was putting yours and his away. He hid and watched her. It turns out that she's a superb Beater. She wasn't able to try out last year because of the first year rule."

"Right," Ginny nodded slowly.

"So," Harry cast around for something to say. His eyes fell on the drawing. "Who are the people in your drawing? You and Zacharias?"

"No," Ginny said. Her eyes widened, and said quickly, "It's for a – friend. Zach hasn't been up to see me at all. Ron came up to sneak me some food that was actually appealing to the taste, and Hermione came up before breakfast to tell me she would get my homework up to me somehow later in the day. Even -" Ginny gulped. "- Luna came to see me." She looked at Harry nervously, as if afraid of his reaction to the mention of Luna.

"I would think that Zacharias would want to see you," Harry said, ignoring the mention of Luna.

"I really appreciate you coming up here," Ginny patted the bed beside her, motioning for Harry to sit down. He obliged.

"I just wanted to make sure you're all right," Harry said. They smiled at each other for a moment.

Harry was not aware that he had inched closer to Ginny, all he knew was that they suddenly had their arms around each other.

"Thank you for saving me," Ginny whispered in his ear. She kissed his cheek, and the two released each other. They stared at each other for about a minute.

Then seized by a sudden impulse, Harry leaned in close to Ginny and kissed her. In those few, precious seconds, he forgot all about Luna, he forgot the fact that she was moving; he even forgot his feelings for her. He only felt a sense of love for Ginny envelope him.

"Mr. Potter," Harry and Ginny drew apart, blushing furiously. Madame Pomphrey had returned to check on Ginny, and she was frowning. "Miss Weasley is not unconscious. Unless I am very much mistaken, she does not need mouth-to-mouth resuscitation."

Harry looked at the frowning nurse for a few seconds, then at Ginny, who feigned fainting. When she sat up again, the two of them burst out laughing.