Chapter 9

A/N: Hey! I just wanted to let you all know that there are only about 4 or 5 more chapters till I am done with the story. I am planning a sequel so make sure to stay on the look out for that! Thanks! On with the chapter:

Disclaimer: Only in my daydreams in science do I own Harry Potter.

"Harry, where have you been mate?" Ron asked, as him and Hermione walked from the stadium.

Hermione beamed when she saw the flower in Ginny's hand.

So he had done it. Even though it was as cheesy as picking Ginny a flower, he had at least done something

"Oh, we basically missed the match so we decided not to watch the end" Harry said. He thought it best Ron didn't know quite yet.

"Well the Canons won! The best match I've seen them play yet!"

Just as Harry suspected, Ron went on a full rant about the match as they match their way to the dining tent.

As he looked over at Ginny, he noticed she was whispering something to Hermione. He couldn't quite make out her expression.

Great! You've really done it Potter. You gave her a flower? A flower?

"Harry? Harry, are you listening?" Harry was woken from his short reverie by a painful poke in the ribs.

They were now in an enormous Dining Tent that looked exactly like the Great Hall.

He had to admit, as interesting as Qudditch was, he was only listening half-heartedly at the moment.

Had he done something wrong to Ginny?

He got his answer quite soon. After several moments, Ginny and Hermione plumped down across the table from them.

Harry noticed that the flower he picked was tucked behind Ginny's ear.

He trusted Ron to point it out, however. "Where did you get that?" he asked, a spoonful of treacle tart hovered inches before his lips.

"A boy, you stupid git" Ginny snapped.

"Well, I would hope it was a boy"

Ginny rolled her eyes. "It was Harry, you prat. He gave it to me when we went for a walk."

Harry could have died on the spot. Ron turned on him with raised eyebrows. "A flower," he mouthed, then shook his head. No longer interested in the uncomfortable conversation, he shoved the treacle tart in his mouth.

So much for what Ron caring what he did.

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"Alright, er, this is just like any other match. Play to the best of you abilities and we can squash Slytherin" Harry said.

The Gryffindor team was in the locker room with only five minutes to go, and conditions were perfect. The sun wasn't too bright, and the cloud cover was perfect.

He nodded his head as a whistle blew outside. He grabbed his broom and the team followed suit.

Harry walked outside, closely followed by Ron and Ginny. Ron, talking his ear off about last minute tactics and his nerves.

Ginny rolled her eyes and nudged Harry to shake hands with the Slytherin captain.

Through the corner of his eye, he saw Malfoy's hair gleaming in the sunlight.

He mounted his broom and kicked off from the ground. The game had begun.

Nothing was more thrilling to hi than the salvo of Gryffindor cheers erupting from the stands.

He had a good feeling about today's game. Whether or not it was the fact that Ginny smiled at him during breakfast, he didn't know. And best of all, he felt no signs of barfing anytime soon.

With the wind humming in his ears, he heard bits and pieces of the commentary. The voice didn't sound familiar.

A silly grin appeared on his face as he pictured Ginny kissing him after catching the snitch. She was telling him how much she loved him and-

"Harry!"

He turned his head to find Ginny flying right in front of the scoreboard.

Gryffindor was down twenty points. If he could catch the snitch now, they could win….

"Harry," she hollered, pointing to something gold flying in the distance.

The snitch.

He nodded to Ginny and flew after it. He saw Malfoy far behind. He would never catch up.

The snitch whizzed towards the ground. Harry was ready for it. He made a dangerous dive.

Only a little bit further now….just a little bit….

He outstretched his hand and the struggle of wings and cold metal met it. He won!

Harry felt a swooping sensation in his stomach. Two good things happening to him in two days! SCORE!

At least, that's what he thought when-CRASH!

Harry groaned as he collided with the walls of the pitch.

"Darn"

He had crashed face first into the walls and fell 10 feet to the ground. Not exactly what he was hoping for. Although, he couldn't quite help laughing at himself as his teammates flew down beside him.

They were all laughing as well, including Ginny.

Well, it wasn't the best thing that could have happened…

A/N: REVIEW! Please! I didn't get too many reviews last chapter and I was hoping maybe this one would be different. Change of plans: As I was typing this, I decided on two sequels instead of one, inspired by my friends WasiwadiResides and miniuncy22. Hope you enjoyed!