As classes took forever to end, Ginny grew increasingly more anxious about the game. It was finally a chance for her to prove to her brothers that she could play like a professional. The only way to do that was to win this game. It made Potions as her final subject of the day drag and she couldn't concentrate at all. When she was trying to brew Amortentia, she accidently dropped a vial of Dragon's liver.

It broke all over the floor as Snape was walking by and he tittered irritably, "Weasley, you better clean that up without a wand. I hope your skills in the match this afternoon aren't as clumsy as the ones you are displaying now. Detention for you tomorrow morning at nine o clock, my office." This caused much cackling around the Slytherin table from Astoria Greengrass and her cronies. Ginny inhaled deeply in order to keep a retort at bay and found some parchment she could use to clean up the mess.

Finally at one clock, the class ended and Ginny was the first to leave the room. It was miserable weather for a match and she felt like that wasn't a good start. Grey clouds scattered the skies and she felt some of it drizzling on her head. On the way down to the pitch, Colin jabbered on excessively. In this scenario it was probably actually better that he did because it helped a tiny bit to distract her from her anxiety that was gripping her like the plague and wouldn't go away.

Once she reached the changing rooms, Ginny was squeezed to death in a viper like hug from Colin who said really loudly so everyone passing by could hear, "You're going to score Ginny! You can do this!" The insinuation that he didn't seem to understand made a few Slytherin's who were passing by snicker. He was simultaneously making her look like she was so uncertain-which she was but she didn't want anyone to know this.

Ginny quickly removed herself from the embrace and nodded, "Thanks Colin," before heading into the changing room. A round of applause echoed off the walls of the red room, and Fred was the first at her side. He looped his arm over her shoulder and grinned down at her before saying, "You've got this Gin! Send the Slytherin's to Azkaban!" Ginny turned to face Harry and teasingly accused, "I thought that was your saying that you used?" Harry chuckled and shrugged his shoulders, "It's the team's saying I suppose." George placed his arm around her other side and rolled his eyes, "Potter's just trying to get your attention with witty sayings he didn't come up with. Don't mind him Gin!" Harry's eyes widened in dismay as he protested, "Oi! I didn't say anything about…" but the twins just laughed at him and Wood emerged from the bathroom as he interrupted, "Now now, guys seriously concentrate. Focus. Ginny please go and get changed in the bathroom. Be quick. We're scheduled to start in five minutes." Ginny nodded as she headed towards the bathroom. It seemed like Wood was back to his former, bossy self.

Ginny quickly dressed into her shin guards and Quidditch gear before heading back. Wood had the team huddled in a circle around a board and Ginny went to go and stand next to Harry. Wood had a stick in his hand, indicating how each member should be flying. She looked out the window to see it pouring with rain and she grimaced because this wouldn't help anyway in the match.

Finally it was time to step out onto the field and Wood said to them, "Guys it doesn't matter if we win or lose. Just do your best." Ginny saw the twins rolling their eyes, probably because it went against everything Wood had been lecturing them about for two weeks. Once she stepped onto the field, Ginny felt the rain dropping onto her. She placed her broom beneath her and kicked off, just like everyone else.

They all circled the centre of the pitch around Madame Hooch's case of balls and waited for her to blow the whistle. She bellowed loudly over the resounding rain, "One the count of three! One, two, three!" The balls were all released into the air and Ginny zoomed after the Quaffle as fast as she could. However Katie was quicker than her so she snatched the ball out of the air at lightning speed. Ginny pushed her broom as fast as she could until she got far enough away from Katie in order for her to throw it. However, she had to swerve in order to narrowly miss a Bludger directed at her by Marcus Flint on Slytherin.
Ginny despised that guy. He had a constant, horrible sneer on his face, like he wasn't unattractive enough. He was disgusting and he zoomed after the Bludger.
Ginny sped closer towards the goals, because by now Katie had caught up to her and was being tailed by the Slytherin Chaser's and Beaters. She reached a few meters in front of the goals and Fred was yelling something at her, but she couldn't hear what he was saying. She was focused on the Quaffle, just like Wood had told her to. She wasn't about to let Fred distract her.
That's when she saw a body falling from her peripheral vision. She heard screams from the Gryffindor stands and she turned to see who it was. A figure in scarlet robes and shocking black hair was falling quickly and uncontrollably towards the ground…Harry. Her brain froze and not because of the hard drops of rain now falling around her. She hadn't even noticed them because she'd been that focused on the Quaffle. Her heart beat sped up as she accelerated towards the ground. All she could think about was getting to Harry on time before he hit the ground. Her focus had quickly diverted from the match and everything that came with winning to Harry's life, because that was infinitely more important than proving a point to her brothers.

Author's note: Hey guys! Sorry it took so long to post this chapter! I've had a very busy weekend ever since Thursday and so this is my first time to sit down and write properly. Thank you to my five amazing followers who make this worth writing for! It really gives me so much motivation to keep going- the fact that you guys actually like my writing! And updates should be more regular from now on I promise! Also thank you for reviewing! It means so much! Also second year should be done in a chapter or two, just so you know where the story is heading.