La la la...random Ginny one-shotness...
Nothing belongs to me!
I sincerely apologize if Ginny is OOC...I totally tried to keep her IC...spoilers from Half-Blood Prince!
Oh bloody hell! WE WON THE QUIDDITCH MATCH! WE WON THE CUP! YES! Take that, Slytherin! YES!
It's a shame that Harry couldn't've been here, though! I know it must've killed him to be in detention instead of the final Quidditch match. Ah, I love that boy. I mean, no, I don't! Harry is my friend. Not a boyfriend. Just a friend, fellow Gryffindor, fellow Quidditch player, and Ron's best friend. Doesn't that make him out-of-bounds, anyway? I mean, we're practically siblings, in a way. I'm sure if Dumbledore hadn't said no, Mum would've up and adopted him. And I've had a crush on him how long? Kind of a creepy thought.
Maybe I should finally give up on him, though. Granted, it's not like I can control this feeling. I've just been attracted to him ever since I first saw him, back on Platform 9 ¾. I thought that maybe, despite Hermione's advice, once I got boyfriends and started talking around Harry, I'd get over him. Don't get me wrong, I never gave up on him. I just wanted to. Big difference. Of course, the more I got to know Harry, the more I fell for him. How dare he be a bloody nice person! The least he could've done if he wasn't interested in me was be mean or annoying!
"He's coming!"
He's coming! Everyone freezes, ready to surprise Harry when he walks in. I silently count down. Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one…
"Quid agis?" I can hear as he asks the Fat Lady.
"You'll see," she says cryptically.
I see the trepidation on his face for an instant as the portrait hole opens. Then, everyone starts yelling, me among them. I can just barely hear Ron say, as he holds up the Cup, "We won! We won! Four hundred and fifty to a hundred and forty! We won!"
Just seeing the look of sheer relief and joy on Harry's face has me running towards him; before I even realize what I'm doing, I throw my arms around him, and look up at him for a moment, when I see something shocking. The look on his face! It looks like…like…affection, but not just the elder-brotherly sort! It looks like love. Just as I start to comprehend this, he leans down and kisses me.
Have you ever heard that you know someone's right for you when you kiss? That you see fireworks, and your knees go weak, and all of that?
Well, let me tell you, whoever said that was very, very right. After a few moments, or hours, or days, I don't know, we pull away from each other. Harry looks up over my head, and I can tell he seems to be surveying the scene. I scowl a little as I hear nervous giggling and cat-calls and turn around to tell them off when I see Ron. He looks as though he's been clubbed over the head, the juvenile prat, but after a moment he jerks his head in a manner definitely meant to give his approval. Harry looks down at me, grinning just as big as I am, and gestures for us to go out the portrait hole.
A walk on the grounds would be lovely right about now. And, if we get time, I can tell him about the game.