A/n: OMG, I am soooooo sorry for not updating for a while. I've been busy with end of the year finals and projects. Well, here's chapter six. Please read and review.

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Chapter 6

Ginny stood, temporarily speechless. "Do my ears deceive me? Did Harry Potter just tell me he loved me? Do I love him too? Yes! I think I do too. Even though I've only kissed him three times, I've known him for almost six years. I don't think I've loved him throughout them all, maybe for two years, but I probably know him better then Ron or even Hermione."

"I- I love you too," Ginny stated quietly. Harry couldn't believe his ears. Ginny loved him! He felt like he was floating on air! Like he could- hex the second years.

A group of second year students were filling up his classroom. He sat helplessly as Ginny waved goodbye and walked out of the classroom.

"I really need to start timing these thing," Harry thought miserably.

Ginny practically skipped down the hallway, she was so happy. Only when she reached the doorway to History of Magic did she calm down.

"This has to be the best day of my life," she thought.

Later that week, Ginny sat on her broomstick, speeding around the Quidditch pitch. The first match of the season against Slytherin was tomorrow. She felt like she needed the practice. Besides, it was taking her thoughts off Harry.

Ever since they had confessed their feelings for each other a few days ago, they had been sneaking in affection for one another when ever they could. It was very hard to do, especially after they got wind that their was a Harry Potter fan club. They hardly left his sight.

There was also the fact that Colin had become Ginny's own stalker. He was beyond annoying and even had the nerve to sit next to her when ever he could. Only Luna was able to help her by pushing him out of the way.

She sighed as the wind whipped her hair and all her feelings were drowned out until their was nothing but herself, the broom, and her surroundings.

Harry had been walking back from Hagrid's hut when he saw Ginny flying. He was having a cup of tea and chatting with Hagrid who he hadn't seen for quite a while. As he watched Ginny doing a few loops and turns, he decided to join her.

"Accio Firebolt 2000," he called. It only took a second until his brand-new broomstick came whizzing towards him from the castle. The Firebolt 2000 was almost double the speed and accuracy as his old Firebolt, whom he had given to Ginny as soon as he got his new one. Ginny had been overjoyed with such a good broom, and even now no one but himself had a better broomstick then her at the school.

The Firebolt 2000 stopped mid-air in front of his waist, waiting for him to mount it. He complied, shooting into the cold evening air. Harry was definitely good enough to become a professional Quidditch player, and he planned on it once the old Cannons Seeker retired.

Harry sped towards like a bullet. She let out a cry and barely turned out of the away. She was about to turn around and give this person a piece of her mind, when she heard a familiar voice laughing hysterically.

"Some boyfriend you are! You don't even care if your girlfriend gets hurt," Ginny snapped in mock anger.

"Really? I believe all I did was something that your brothers have done many times before," Harry said, gliding so that he was next to Ginny.

Ginny slapped Harry playfully on the arm. "Stop acting like Ron. I used to live with him 24/7 remember? I still have scars too."

Harry laughed. "So then, are you ready for the big game tomorrow?"

"You know me, I'm always ready for anything. I'm just worried about the rest of the team. Ever since you left, everyone has not ben good enough to fill in your place."

"I'm sure they'll be fine. Besides, the Slytherins have a new team to train too."

" The Slytherin's are hard to beat this year though. They've been practicing all the time. We're lucky our captain was able to book the pitch for our practice at all."

Harry frowned. "Don't worry about it. There's still a way you can win if you lose against Slytherin anyway. It's like what happened in my third year. We even won the cup, remember?"

"How could I forget? That was the year you almost got killed by a werewolf."

Harry shrugged. "It's in my genes to be in danger. Anyway, race you to the goal posts!" He sped of across the pitch.

"Hey! No fair, you can't do that!" Ginny trailed after him. When she got to the post, Harry had his chin resting on his hand."

"Sod off," Ginny grinned. Then she leaned over and kissed him. Her lips formed into a mischievous smile as she quickly pulled away.

"Race you to the lake," she shouted, already a ways ahead of him. Harry who just realized what had happened, Shot forward laughing at how evil his girlfriend was. She definitely knew his weakness. His weakness was her.

Ginny was hovering over the lake, waiting for him. Harry came to a stop and gave her a playful shove. "You're cute when you're evil. Down right irresistible too. It makes me happy to know that you are mine and mine only."

Ginny liked the sound of that. Maybe next year she could get one of those silver bracelets that said Mrs. Potter that they had all over Diagon Alley. "You don't even know how evil I can be."

"Is that so? Show me."

"With pleasure." With that, Ginny shot forward, grabbed Harry's arm and pulled him of his broomstick. Harry's Firebolt 2000 hung in place, waiting for it's owner to climb back on it. Harry however, was only being supported by Ginny's arms holding his.

"Uh, Ginny. You wouldn't let go of me would you," Harry asked, his feet dangling above the lake.

"I don't know Harry. You see, you aren't exactly light. My arms are getting awfully tired." She grinned evilly.

"You wouldn't dare."

"Watch me." Then, she let go of Harry, who then fell into the lake. He came up grinning in shock.

"How could you Ginny? You could at least give me a hand out of this water before it ruins my wand."

"All right. You're ruining all the fun though," she said as she held out a hand for him to grab.

"Oh no honey. The fun is just beginning," Harry said as he grabbed Ginny's hand and flung her off her broom into the lake with him.

Ginny came up and made an impatient noise. "You are so, soo, very dead Potter."

"Am I?" Harry splashed Ginny in the face.

"Yes," she sputtered, splashing Harry back.

The pair of them stayed in the lake, splashing and laughing until the water became so cold that it was unbearable. Harry accio'd their broom toward them and they both took off heading into the castle.

The next morning, Ginny woke up smiling. Last night had been the most fun with Harry that she had ever had. It made her think what life would be like if she and Harry were married. What it would be like to wake up and see Harry lying next to her and his face being the first thing she saw every morning. Life would be perfect.

Suddenly there was a knock on her door. "Come in," she said, pulling on her dressing gown.

It was her team captain, Megan Orson. "Ginny, you need to get ready. The match starts in an hour."

"Okay, I'll be down in a minute." Megan nodded and closed the door. As Ginny pulled on her school Uniform and searched for her Quidditch robes, she thought about the team. She was one of the chasers, along with Breanna cultch and Stephanie Brown. The two beaters were Nick Peterson and Jake Friedman. The Keeper was Megan and lastly, the Seeker was Donna Rubinstein.

They were all good players, but just needed a little training. It would be a miracle if they beat the Slytherin team.

After finding them, Ginny pulled her hair up into a ponytail and walked down to the Great Hall. It was loud and noisy as the students talked about the upcoming Quidditch match. Ginny started to feel nervous as she approached the Gryffindor table. She poured herself some pumpkin juice and looked up at the teacher's table.

Harry waved to her and went on talking to professor McGonagall. Seeing Harry eased Ginny's nerves and she was able to eat a small bowl of Porridge. When the rest of the team started to get up, Ginny followed, turning her head one last time to see Harry. He looked happy, and she smiled. She would do her best for him.

Down in the locker room, Ginny was busy changing into her robes when she felt something tug on her robes. She turned around to see who it was, but nobody was there. She bent down to fasten her leg padding when she heard something in her ear. "Good luck Ginny."

Harry walked away and out of the locker rooms, his invisibility cloak covering him. Taking it off, he jogged to find a good seat in the stands, which were already filling up with students. He had just sat down when the announcer announced the teams who were now flying out into place. Harry spotted Ginny and kept his eyes on her every move.

Ginny flew into place, waiting for Madame Hootch to blow the whistle. "I want a nice clean game. On my whistle then." BEEEEEEEEP.

The Quaffle flew up in the air. It was like slow motion to Ginny as she watched it fly slowly upward, and then dart downward. She suddenly got to her senses ans shot forward, dodging the other players and grabbing the Quaffle.

"And Weasley has the Quaffle! Nice dodge there, and she passes it to Brown. Watch that Bludger! Ouch! That has got to hurt," Harry heard the announcements as he eyed Ginny, making sure she didn't get hurt. This was agony!

Ginny flew up to catch the Quaffle. The goal post was straight ahead. "OOOFFF," Ginny grunted as a Bludger hit her arm, making her drop the Quaffle. A Slytherin Chaser zoomed beneath her, stealing it and heading the other direction. Ginny rubbed her arm and watched as Slytherin scored. "This is going to be very difficult," she thought miserably.

The game seemed to go on and on. Both teams seemed to be an even match, as Gryffindor finally scored again. By some miracle, Gryffindor was in the lead by 150 to 10. "Maybe Harry was right. Maybe we can win. If only Donna could catch the snitch, then this could be over!"

Then as Ginny was racing toward the goal posts, Quaffle tucked under one arm, she heard something that made her heart sink. "What's this? Nickson has spotted the snitch! (Nickson being the Slytherin Seeker.) He races in a dive to the ground!"

"If I can get this goal in, then we can still win," Ginny thought as she leaned forward and shot to the goal posts as fast as her broom would go. She was racing Nickson, she was ahead, just as she threw the Quaffle as hard as she could, she heard a roar.

What it was for, she didn't know. All she was aware of was the sudden blinding pain on the back of her neck. The next thing she knew, she was slipping off her broom, falling into complete darkness.

To Be Continued . . .

A/n: a little cliffy there for you. Just wanted to thank everyone for all the reviews and the next chapter will be up soon, I promise.