Step 2 - Be the Damsel

The schematics for the damsel in distress story are as follow 'damsel' (i.e. you) will face some kind of peril all hope will be lost. Then the 'hero' (i.e. him) will fight to save her. He will succeed she will look into his eyes and they will both fall in love instantly. And then have lots of babies and live happily ever after. So if that's how it goes why should it be any different for you?

Hmmm... seeing the way he dropped the horseradish at dinner, I'd much rather not but...

I zoomed along the paddock behind Harry. Fred, George, Ron and Hermione, were way behind me. I had decided on falling off my broom and Harry catching me as my little stunt to win him over; though I had to just hope Harry didn't drop me. What I have to do is find a moment when everyone's attention is on me… Perhaps when I'm scoring a goal? Harry would have to be the closest one to me. Which wouldn't be hard all I have to do is fly above him. But it all seemed so reliant on Harry though. And how was I going to pull of convincingly falling off my broom, contrary to belief; they're built pretty safe.

We'd reached the little part among the trees where we usually play and I decided to put it off for a while, just get a few goals in first. The teams were as follows, because Hermione likes to keep 'both feet firmly on the ground,' I was on Fred's team and Harry was on George's and we were all trying to score against Ron. Well Fred and I, being as good as we are, had forty points on them and we'd only been playing for quarter of an hour.

'Now?' I thought, I could do it now, Fred has the quaffle he might pass it to me… no. He's scored again. Harry doesn't seem very happy; neither in fact does Ron. Ron made his frustration known very shortly afterwards, unluckily for him I was feeling tetchy.

"This is stupid," he half whined, half shouted as Harry scored against him. "how am I supposed to win?"

"What? You don't win you're the keeper."

"Well if I don't win what's the point of playing." He said, landing on the ground next to Hermione. We followed.

"The point is Ron…" Hermione had joined the conversation and Ron was very keen to see her thoughts on the subject. But I cut across her.

"The point is that if you don't play you get this quaffle rammed up your…"

"Got it." Said Ron paling dramatically. I noticed everyone else staring at me as well, the twins looking proud, Hermione reproachful, and Harry looked… surprised. I sniffed it off and said:

"Are we going to play or what?" The more time we wasted the less time I had to fall off my broom. We resumed play; though I noticed Ron was a lot less confident so scoring was a lot easier. I grabbed the quaffle and zoomed upwards.

Now or never.

Harry was just below me and everyone else was at the over end of the pitch. He had to catch me. They were all looking at me expectantly as I zoomed even higher, higher even then Ron; this had been my plan of course to make them all think that I was doing a quidditch move. Thoughts crossed my mind as I continued to go further and further upwards. I swivelled around, positioned myself, and held the quaffle in one hand. I swooped down 'accidentally' dropping the quaffle. trying to fall forwards I hurtled towards the ground at a ridiculous speed but found that my body wouldn't willingly slide off. So instead I was forced to swivel and swing my leg over. My hands still holding onto the broom I didn't even struggle to hold on; I just dropped.

As I fell, the wind rushing in my eyes, I had one glimpse of Harry's gob smacked face, and knew all hope was lost. He wasn't going to catch me I was going to hit the ground and end up looking like Ron's old pet that George (or was it Fred?) used as a bludger. I saw the green of the ground and prepared myself for impact.

OW! Next time you immobilise me Fred try to cushion my neck!

"Ginny? Are you okay?" Hermione ran over to me, as the others flew. I looked at all their upturned faces (I was still in the position I had fallen into) trying to make out there expressions.

"Err… Fred could you please turn me the right side up?" Everyone was looking at me funnily.

"I will once you tell me why you hurled yourself from your broom." What?

"What?" I asked in an attempt to be surprised by this remark.

"You just jumped off your broom from about twenty foot in the air." Adds George.

"I did not!" I was finding it hard to stay composed as the blood was now rushing to my brain.

"You hoisted your leg over Ginny." Oh they'd seen that… deny! Deny! Deny!

"No I didn't!" I said defensively.

"Ginny we all saw you do it…" Shut it Ron!

"You looked like a sky diver minus the parachute." Harry remarked everyone (including myself) except from Hermione was looking at him like he was crazy.

"Err… Harry what's a sky diver?" asked Ron

"Huh? Oh yeah… of course! Sky diver's are muggles who jump from aeroplanes." Ron continued to look confused. Harry sighed.

"Those big white things in the sky." Ron's face lit up.

"Oh right… They do that voluntarily?"

"Yeah some people think there crazy but they say they do it for the buzz." Getting a bit off subject here.

"That's crazy!" remarked the twins.

"Err… guys don't you think we should get back too the current issue." Die Hermione die!

"Oh right." Says Harry who looks kind of bemused. "Err… what were we talking about?"

Oh that's it! I had to say something it was oh so clear that I had to say something… but maybe not this.

"Me Harry me! We where talking about how I fell off my broom hoping that you would catch me and fall in love with me. But no! The boy who can save himself from Voldermort four times can't catch me! So next time I decide to fall off my broom it won't be around you, butterfingers!" I finished my rant breathing heavily. I continued to stare furiously at the gob smacked faces in front of me. Fred was so surprised he dropped his wand therefore breaking the spell that held me in place therefore letting gravity have its way, I crashed into the earth head first.

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Given a choice of ending I'd have to say I'd rather I'd died. I think I'll take my chances with fluffy thank you. Next step…

Step 3: - Cook him breakfast/Lunch/Dinner.

So… you like?