Harry and Ginny walked up hill on the path, holding hands as friends. Ginny looked as if she was regretting all this but she had made up her mind and knowing Ginny, she was the most determined person, he ever met. He kept his emotions from showing; he swallowed them and said nothing to her.

They reached the quidditch pitch which was a clearing in the middle of small, but thick forest. There was the broom shed, this place was jinxed so they could fly a certain height which was no higher than a few meters above the large trees. Harry got on to his Firebolt and hovered, Ron got on to his Cleansweep seven, Fred and George both were flying on their Comet two-sixties, Ginny was using Ron's old shooting star. Bill flew on his Comet two-fifty nine and Charlie was the referee.

Harry waited and the others waited for Charlie's signal, so they could start playing. Charlie threw the big ball into the air and everyone began to fight for balls, Hermione let Charlie go up and fly while she took his place as referee.

Fred, George and Ginny chose their team name to be the Bouncing Butterflies while Ron was arguing with Bill that the Whelping Werewolves was a perfect name. Bill crossed his arms and Ron started to make nasty hand gestures to Bill.

'If you keep on using that type of finger position, Ron, I'll blow that middle finger away!' threatened Bill, who had an irritated look on his face.

'Shove off!' Ron countered, quite pathetically.

Harry wanted to end this and he thought of a name that had to do with something Ron and Bill would agree with, 'How about, the Anti- Viktor Krum Veelas?'

Below, Hermione made a face which might have been trying to say, 'I-don't-want-you-saying-that-about-Viktor,' Ron looked as if someone had just gave him a large bag of money.

'That's brilliant, Harry!' He said happily while Hermione was down there shaking her head and quietly saying something.

Harry felt bad about the idea, Bill disagree with this idea, too, which made Hermione smile at last.

'What do you want, Bill?' Harry asked, trying to sound casual, this was getting annoying.

'Flowering Fluers,' Bill said dazedly.

'What the blood hell did you say, Bill? Flowering Fluers? What type of family is this?' Ron began to protest.

'I agree with Ron, what is our next team going to be called?' Fred joined while Hermione was down there, trying not laugh. Ginny had her knuckles in her mouth.

'The Bouncing Belles,' George joked, everyone laughed except for Ginny and Hermione who both looked appalled.

'Or the Galloping Gabriels,' Fred added as everyone laughed again, Hermione was now picking up the ball and aiming it at Fred.

'Or the Towering Tonkses,' George laughed as did everyone else; Hermione was deciding which to hit first, Fred or George.

'The looping Lupins are better!' Fred joked.

'Why can't we just be "the Vomiting Viktors" it already sounds like a real team?' Ron complained.

Hermione made a frustrated murmur, "No, you can't!"

'Let's be the Gorgeous Ginnys?' Harry blurted as Ginny blushed,

'What the bloody hell kind of name is that?' Ron yelled out loud, gripping his broom, 'let's just be the Whomping Willows and forget about this, bloody hell!'

Everyone on Harry's team had agreed at least, it was getting rather annoying. They played first by passing the ball around to each other, then Ginny suggested that they begin to play a real game of Quidditch by then they can use hexed butterflies as snitches, Hermione agreed to make the snitches while everyone lined up and got ready, Ron was the keeper for the Whomping Willows and Fred was keeper for the Bouncing Butterflies, the chasers were Bill and George who played for their separate teams. Ginny and Harry were the seekers and both were quite good, unfortunately Charlie had no place in this until Percy came up the hill to watch the game and they all forced him to play for Ginny's team while Charlie was with Harry and Ron.

"But I can't fly any good," complained Percy as he was lifted into the air.

"Shut up and play." George said bitterly to his brother. Percy tolerated George's reply. He gave up and they all played, Bill caught the ball and passed it to Charlie who scored a goal and flew back, doing a high-five with Bill, Harry and Ginny were scanning the area for the hexed butterfly. Ginny looked like she was having a cold, she had a pink nose and sleepy eyes. She saw the snitch and raced after it, her face light up like a Christmas tree. She didn't look sad anymore, Harry noticed where she was looking at and went after it, and too, they were level to level. Ginny smiled and waved happily to Harry and then zoomed past him. Harry caught up with her and went faster and leaving Ginny way, way behind him. The snitch was leaving the pitch, would he go after it? That would mean dodging muggles as he passed by. Harry pulled out his wand called the snitch back which he had caught it in his hand which ended the game quite quickly. Even thought Bill and Charlie were still playing happily together, Bill made spectacular saves while Charlie threw extremely amazing throws. Percy looked happier than when Crouch gave him extra work,

'I guess I'll have to go now,' he said lowering to the ground with a face that looked really glad. Hermione couldn't help but giggle as Ginny was just making faces of Percy getting more work, Ron and Harry burst laughter, 'What is so funny?' Percy said as he began to walk down hill, he turned to Ginny and she was pretending to make imitations of a troll, fooled by her quick thinking Percy walked away to whatever he was doing.

Hermione, Ron and Harry made their way down hill also; Ginny stayed back with Fred and George to go on a hike, so that they could find a venomous snake which they had asked Harry to come and call for on but he refused and went off with his two friends.

'So… er… Harry, well are you- are you still with Ginny?' Ron asked Harry when they were out of earshot.

Harry felt a huge lurch in his stomach, 'No, well as she puts it..' he said sadly, looking down at his feet.