A/N: I don't own Harry Potter or any related characters
Word count: 347
Ginny had never expected anything to be easy, but at the same time, she didn't want to have to fight for things either. She would though, if she had to, but in the end it hadn't mattered what she'd wanted. It had been an accident she'd gotten on the team really. If Harry hadn't mouthed off to Umbridge, if Malfoy hadn't been taunting him and the twins, well, she would have had to wait another year before getting on the team.
A small part of her was grateful for them being banned, although, she wished she'd hexed Malfoy's stupid head in. She knew Harry would be back next year, the twins would be gone, but then there would have been a chance for her to try out, to make the team on her own. However, now was her time to shine.
She wasn't as good of a seeker as Harry, but she'd never planned on playing that particular position. She knew she wanted to be a chaser, she'd worked hard learning some of the manouvers the players on the professional teams did, learned them backwards and forwards. She could execute them almost flawlessly. She was optimistic that next year was going to be her year. She was going to play her desired position, show them all what she could do, show her brothers what she could do.
Ginny knew that there would be scouts there, it would be Harry's sixth year. They'd want to see the star in action, want to see about getting him signed to their teams before the others. She wanted them to watch her as well, to see her come up from nothing to be something amazing.
She wasn't being arrogant, it was just a fact. She was good. She knew she was going to be a famous player, going to be a member of the Harpies, if they'd have her, if not... well, she'd find another team. She had her dreams, worked hard to make them come true, and nothing, not even this stupid war, was going to stand in her way.