Ginny's P.O.V.
Up in her room, Ginny saw that Hermione was still sleeping, which was saying something considering she usually woke at eight o'clock, and not a second later. It was as though she had a freaky internal alarm clock that Ginny could never master. And yet, it seemed to be malfunctioning that morning.
'Hermione… wake up!' said Ginny loudly, sitting on the edge of her bed.
Hermione jerked awake, sitting up abruptly.
'What?! What's going on?' she asked groggily.
Ginny laughed.
'Come on. It's almost midday! You know, twelve o'clock!' she said.
Hermione's jaw dropped and she leapt up.
'What?!' she cried.
'You slept pretty late,' laughed Ginny.
Hermione was already bustling around the room.
'Oh, no, know I'm going to be behind in my packing!' she said urgently.
'Hermione, we're leaving tomorrow afternoon. You have more than enough time to pack,' replied Ginny. 'So what do you want to do today?'
'Well, I don't know about you, but I'm packing. There is no way I'll get everything perfectly organized in such a short amount of time!' Hermione continued pulling her clothes out of the draws and onto the bed and Ginny just looked at her, feeling quite amused.
It wasn't long, however, before Harry and Ron appeared at the door.
'Hermione, what are you doing?' asked Harry.
'Packing,' she replied, still darting around the room.
'But we leave tomorrow afternoon!' said Ron incredulously.
'Yes, well organization takes time. Not that you would know,' muttered Hermione.
Ron looked shocked, then angry, so Ginny sensed it was time to stop that particular conversation.
'So, why are you guys up here?' she asked loudly.
Ron and Harry looked to her.
'We were just wondering if you'd like to play a game of Quidditch with us,' said Harry.
Ginny glanced at Harry.
It was especially hard to keep made at him when he was acting as though everything was okay…
She was supposed to be making him suffer but…
Rolling her eyes, she shrugged.
'Sounds good. I haven't had a chance to thrash you in a while, actually,' she said.
'What makes you think you're going to thrash us?' asked Ron.
'What makes me think? More like what makes me know,' replied Ginny.
'Oh really? Then you're on. Loser has to give the other five Galleons,' said Ron, holding out his hand.
'Deal. But I'm allowed to have one of the twins on my side because you know Hermione won't want to,' she said, taking Ron's hand.
'Fine,' nodded Ron.
'Good,' said Ginny before pushing past him and Harry and moving to her twin brothers, Fred and George's room.
She knocked swiftly and opened the door.
Fred and George were sat on the floor, a tiny green sweet laid out in front of them.
'Oh, hello Ginny,' greeted George.
'To what do we owe this pleasure?' asked Fred.
'I need one of you to play with me against Harry and Ron. We're going out to play some Quidditch,' replied Ginny.
They both frowned identically.
'But dearest sister.'
'Isn't it a little cold for Quidditch?'
Ginny just shrugged.
'Since when did weather conditions affect whether or not we play Quidditch?' she asked.
Fred and George shrugged too and grins spread over their faces. They shared a quick look before turning back to Ginny.
'I'll play, but on one condition,' said Fred.
'What?' Ginny asked warily. Conditions from the twins were never good.
'Someone from the losing team.'
George held up the green sweet. 'Has to eat this.'
Ginny let a small grin on her face.
'Deal,' she nodded.
So in less than five minutes, Harry, Ron, Ginny and Fred were all standing out in the cold, rugged up quite well, but with their broomsticks all the same.
George had been nominated referee and was standing in the middle of the "field" (really the old orchard near the Burrow).
'So, first person to score ten goals through the trees on either side of pitch wins. Loser eats this sweet, but bear in mind that we don't actually know what it will do to you. We hold no responsibility for what happens. If it kills you… you can't say we didn't warn you. Not just because we did warn you… but also because you'll be dead.' A scattered laughter. 'Okay, mount your brooms! Three, two, one… ' George whistled rather loudly.
Ginny launched into the sky, grabbing their faded Quaffle and starting down the pitch.
Of course, Harry was hot on her tail and he was very near to knocking into her, when she passed it straight over his head and to Fred who was some distance up the pitch.
Ginny ducked under Harry then flew towards Fred, narrowly avoiding a crash when Harry made to swerve into her.
Fred was three quarters of the way towards their goal posts (or else, forked trees) when Ron flew straight at him.
Ginny lurched forward just as Fred tossed the Quaffle into the air. She caught it with a brilliant loop in the sky to finish.
'Show off!' called Harry who was now speeding down the pitch towards her.
Ginny turned quickly, not paying attention to what happened with Ron and Fred, then flew as fast as could towards the goals.
'You're just jealous because we're winning!' she called to Harry before taking a shot (strangely Ron wasn't there to guard the goals. He must've had quite a crash with Fred) and launching the Quaffle straight through the middle of the two trees.
'Goal!' cried Ginny in triumph and Fred flew to her side, looking a little shaken, but otherwise all right.
'Great one, Gin! I can practically see victory!' he said with a great deal of bravado and Ginny laughed, flying to retrieve the Quaffle then returning to her position.
The rest of the game was a white-wash, as predicted.
By the time Ginny's team had scored ten goals, Ron's had only scored six, four of which had been scored by Harry.
Landing on the ground, Ginny held out her hand to her brother.
'Good game,' she said, grinning.
Ron just grunted, fished in his pocket then pooled out five Galleons, dropping them in her hand.
'Thanks!' Ginny shoved the coins quickly into her pocket, grinning wildly. She then turned to Harry, holding out her hand. 'Good game. Only, next time you should probably be wiser in knowing that me plus Fred against you and Ron… well it wasn't a surprise that we won.'
Harry raised an eyebrow, but took her hand anyway, giving it a firm shake.
'Yeah, I guess so. But I promise you next time I won't let you win,' he said.
Ginny frowned at him, but then became aware that they were still grasping hands. She saw Harry's eyes flit down to their hands and she knew he was thinking the same thing.
Quickly, Ginny withdrew her hand and took a step back, trying to ignore how nice it had felt to have Harry's hand around hers.
'Well I'm going to see Fred. ']Bye Harry,' she said, her voice steely. Ginny then turned and strode away from him. She was going to stick to her word and that was that.
Ron was stood with Fred and George when Ginny approached them.
'Hi. What's up?' she asked.
'Oh, hello. We were just about to feed Ron the sweet,' said George.
Ginny's eyes lit up.
'Oh, great! This'll be exciting,' she said.
Ron groaned.
'Do I have to?' he asked.
'Yes. You agreed and you can't go back on your word now,' said Fred firmly, before handing the sweet to Ron.
Ron looked apprehensively at it before cringing and popping the tiny green chew into his mouth…