Please Leave any Sexual Tension OFF the Quidditch Field!
WARNING! LOTS OF FLUFF INVOLVED AND OOCness!
Ginny zoomed on her broomstick, looking for the Snitch.
'Ah ha!' She flew forward.
Draco Malfoy did the same as he saw a glint of gold.
'Gotcha!'
Ginny flew fast; it was in her grasp, her duty as a Seeker would be fulfilled.
Draco zoomed forward.
'So close!'
They were both almost there; both had the Snitch right in front of them, both ready to lunge.
And they did.
They both clasped their hands on the Snitch, but-POOF! It was gone! It flew away, out of their grasp.
As the Snitch flew away, Draco and Ginny's hands missed and closed on each other's hands!
The two groaned and realized that their hands were still latched together.
Ginny blushed beet red, as did Draco. They made eye contact and Ginny gave Draco a weak smile.
"GIN! Get the Snitch!" Harry Potter yelled.
"OY! Ferret-Face! Get away from my little sister!" Ronald Weasley screamed.
But they were ignored.
Draco looked at Ginny, smiling at the way her gorgeous red hair complemented her freckled face and matched her temper.
Ginny, who was gazing at Draco, noticed for the first time how nice his hair was. It was silver with small tints of gold.
Hands still held, they stared at each other.
Instantly, his lips met hers, and Draco kissed Ginny with a burning passion. Ginny kissed back, none of them caring about the loud gasps emerging from the crowd in the Quidditch field.
"MY SISTER!" Ron's scream was heard.