Alright, so I know I am a bitch, and that this is a short chapter, not very good and that it took forever to update. I hope I haven't pissed you all off entirely. I had a huge math test, because I am taking summer session at my college, that and I had to escape my room for a while and head out to a few parties. SO I apologize for beig rude, and for not writing a very long or decent chapter. The next one is already written, so it should be up in a few days at the MOST. Thanks ladies… and guys too… maybe….
As Ginny flew out onto the pitch, she knew she was ready. Nothing the Bulgarians could do would stop her momentum, or the momentum of her team. As they formed up, her heart beat calmed, and her head cleared. It was just another game; no different than anything she had been doing for the past eight years.
"WELCOME..." boomed the prime minister, but Ginny was not listening. As she looked around at the Bulgarians, she noticed that they were all looking rather uncomfortable, while Krum was obviously still fuming. The argument before had set the mood for their team. All looked rather shaken and uneasy. She saw how confident her team looked and determined, and she knew that it was going to be a fun match.
"I hope Krum doesn't try to do anything stupid." Hermione stated nervously.
"What could he do?" Harry asked.
"Harry, you know better than anyone else what can go wrong in a quidditch match."
"Yeah I guess your right, but its not like he'll try anything. There are thousands of other people watching…"
"Yes, very true, but we all know Viktor doesn't exactly think with his head"
"Now, Hermione, what are you trying to say, that Krum doesn't always think before he acts… no not Viktor Krum…" said Fred.
"Here they go!" shouted Ron, " Ginny has the Quaffle!"
Time had passed, and the Irish were ahead. As she grabbed the quaffle for the twentieth time during the match, she saw Krum start do make a shallow dive. Now, at this point the Irish had many more points than the Bulgarians, but if Krum caught the snitch, the Irish still did not have enough points to win. Ginny had to think fast. Even if she could make it to the goal, it would not put her team ahead, so she had to make a quick decision. She immediately started to soar towards Krum. Moving as fast as she could, she reared back with the quaffle in her hand and threw it as hard as she could.
"What's going on here?" Shouted the announcer; " It looks as if Weasley is winding back to throw the quaffle at the seeker. No…She's missed Krum, well that seems like it was rather a waste, No WAIT! She was not aiming from Krum, she hit the snitch! She struck the snitch with the quaffle and brushed it out of Krum's reach. Ladies and Gentlemen, I don't think this has ever happened in the history of the game. It is nearly impossible to hit that small of a target on purpose. The ref is calling a time out and asking Krum to wait on the opposite side of the field. Krum looks furious, while the Irish are cheering and Weasley's name is being chanted through the audience. AND THE REF CALLS IT FAIR!"
The Irish went wild. No one had ever seen something like that happen before. Ginny did not know whether to feel happy or guilty. It was a rather cheap shot, but seemed like the right thing to do. She flew by Hermione and Harry and they whole family were jumping up and down in pure and utter bliss.
The game continued, however the Irish were taking quite a pounding now. It was one of the most physical games Ginny had ever played in. They were rewarded 11 penalty shots because of fouls alone. The Bulgarians seemed to be loosing control, and were falling farther and farther back in the scores. Eventually Finnigan, the Irish Seeker, caught the snitch and ended the game. The final score stood at 530 to 160. It was one of the worst beatings a team had ever taken at the world cup.
As Ginny flew back down to land on the pitch, her ears felt as if they were going to explode. The noise from the crowd was deafening. As she looked up to where her family and friends were sitting, all she could do was smile. As she pointed up at them, she was suddenly slammed from behind.
It was Krum. All magic ability had been forgotten; it was an all out brawl. As they were sprawled on the field, Ginny could feel the fists of her opponent connecting with her kidneys. She fought back hard, elbowing him square in the jaw. Soon the security was on the field, trying to separate the two teams that were now battling on the field. The crowd was going crazy and chaos was taking over the stadium.
"What was Krum thinking!" Hermione shouted at Harry as they left the stadium.
"I don't know Hermione, why are you yelling at me?"
"Ah, I'm sorry Harry. I guess I am just angry, and worried about Ginny. Anyways, I guess we should get back to the Burrow and wait for Ginny to show up."
"Yeah, If she shows up.." Harry stated bitterly.
"She'll be there Harry, she looked really happy to see us at the match." Hermione stated, but feeling that Harry skepticism was not unjust.
But Ginny did not return to the Burrow that evening. Hermione could hear Harry just muttering under his breath. Hermione was beginning to get worried.
By morning, Harry and Hermione were both completely passed out on the sofa. They awoke to the sound of a pecking noise on the window.
"Ah! There is an owl at the window. I bet it is a letter from Ginny explaining what has been keeping her!" Hermione stated. As Hermione took the letters, she noticed there was two, and that they were not from Ginny.
"Harry, there's a letter for you here too, and they aren't from Ginny. These are from Hogwarts…"
Alright, so whats to come?
Well, we will find out what has happened to Draco, and what is in store for Ginny and Hermione.
That and thanks to all the people that review... you guys are great and I havent been giving you enough attention.
The next chapter will be up before the weekend, I swear!
