Title: My Opinions

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, or most of the plot in this story.

I looked at my little sister, who was kissing Dean, someone I thought was my friend. I really wanted to yell at her, and tell her everything that was on my mind, so I did. Dean left, but Ginny stayed, leaving me alone with her, besides Harry, but that didn't matter. I noticed that Harry was trying to stop the argument, but I don't blame him. I probably would have done the same.

And then, all of a sudden, Ginny started to attack me! She says things like I haven't ever kissed a girl. What lies! O.K., they're true, but still, she shouldn't have brought it up. She continued by saying that the only person I kissed was Auntie Muriel. Hey, she kissed me. I was so furious that I could only cut her off saying "Shut your mouth." I felt my face fill with blood, it must've been darker than my hair, but I wasn't going to be bothered by that, at least not now.

Fleur somehow got thrown in with her crazy delusions. She kept calling her Phlegm. USE HER REAL NAME, FOR ONCE. She said that I always waited for her to kiss me. Well, DUH. She is part veela, isn't she?

That was too much for me to handle, and I noticed that I had my wand out. Good, she had hers out for a while. Harry stepped between us. Again, I couldn't blame him. He was just trying to make sure that I didn't hurt my own sister. He was just protecting Ginny. Still, I wanted that shot. Ginny tried to push Harry, who didn't budge. I had a close shot, and it would miss Harry. I took it. It zoomed under Harry's arm, barely missing Ginny. I missed! I'll get her next time.

But there was no next time, because Harry decided to change to the offense, pushing me up against the wall, saying something about being stupid. I vaguely heard Ginny say that Harry had kissed Cho. What was she bringing that up for? Then she said that Hermione had kissed Viktor Krum.

WHAT? I never knew that! Why didn't she tell me!

Ginny stormed off, leaving Harry and I alone. Immediately, Harry saw there was no more possibility for me to hurt her, and let me go. We just stood there until Mrs. Norris appeared. We ran.

I had to know, so I asked Harry. "Do you think Hermione did snog Krum?" Harry didn't give a clear answer, which was clear enough. He had a guilty look, proving the answer to be yes. That night, I thought about what happened. A picture of Krum, my favorite quidditch player, kissing Hermione flashed through my mind several times. I had so many thoughts and emotions, that I couldn't pick up on one. I didn't know what I felt, but I knew it was strong, very strong.

The next day, I refused to even go near Ginny after our confrontation. Dean was another story. He's dating my sister. The end. Hermione got the same treatment from me. I didn't know why, but the same feeling, unknown, almost forced me to do it. Harry was the only one I would talk to, but I didn't feel like talking, so he was almost in the group with them.

I kept this up for days, at least. It didn't help my Keeping skills, but that didn't matter. It couldn't have made it worse than it already was. Demelza started crying because I tried to give her some constructive criticism. I don't know why, I treated her like I was treating everyone. Peakes started chasing me with a beater bat, which indicated to me that I was doing something wrong, but I didn't know what. Harry was the one to stop it, but he couldn't stop the glares I got from Ginny. Who cares about her, anyway?

Harry waited until the team left, before telling me, politely, that I better stop with the attitude. As much as I didn't want to admit it, I knew what he was talking about, and was forced to face the facts. I tried to resign, but he wouldn't let me. He called me mental, it was probably true. I said I would play, but that didn't mean I was going to win. Harry tried to cheer me up, but it didn't work.

As I walked down to breakfast, the Slytherins booed at me. Whatever. I looked up, and saw that the sky showed the exact opposite of how I was feeling. It was completely clear, not a chance of a storm. I vaguely remember later seeing Harry come in, and Lavender said something to me, I wasn't really listening.

Even in my mood, I could still see the oddness of Harry being so happy, and offering me so many drinks. A bit later, Hermione came by, having not wanted to come to breakfast with me. When she greeted us, Harry finally finished getting me my drink. Took long enough.

Hermione said, as I was about to drink the pumpkin juice, not to drink it. "Why not?" She ignored me, and spoke to Harry, accusing him of putting something in my drink. He denied, who wouldn't? Hermione turned to me in her normal bossy tone, and told me not to drink it. I told her off, after drinking it all, of course. She spoke to Harry, making it so I couldn't hear her. I was really mad at her, and wanted to say something, but Harry replied, causing her to storm off. I smiled on the inside.

We got outside, and Harry mentioned that it was lucky we had the good weather. I could tell, thanks. Ginny and Demelza walked up to Harry, who was next to me, and said that Slytherin's chaser was going to be out. And Malfoy's gone sick. YES. Harry seemed to be mad at this piece of news. Impossible. Especially after his new thoughts on Malfoy's secrets. He told me that it was fishy, I said lucky.

Then it clicked in place. Hermione was right. Why does it always take so long for me? Harry must have spiked my juice with the Felix Felicis. Cool. That should help. He didn't even deny it to me, just said to finish getting ready, and ignored my stuttering.

We got out on the field, and I could practically feel that I was going to win, and that new power was souring through my body. Harry shook hands with the Slytherin captain, he looked in pain. We rose into the air to applause. I felt on top of the world, partly because I was flying fifty feet in the air.

I CAN'T BELIEVE IT, I SAVED THE FIRST GOAL. Smith, the commentator, said that I got lucky. 'I know,' I thought while smirking. I saved every single goal. I must admit that some were pretty good. The chasers did there job, not as good as I did mine, and got us a few points.

I heard Zacharias boom out that Harper saw the snitch, and thought that Harry had to back up my good work. I turned and saw that he was chasing after him, although he didn't seem to know where the snitch was. Come on, Harry. Good, he finally found it. I have complete trust that he will catch up and get it. He seemed to move at the speed of light, but that wasn't good enough. Harry shouted out to Harper, causing him to miss the snitch, and it gave Harry the chance to win the game. He did. You gotta love his talent.

A/N- That is the end of chapter one. Please review, to make me update faster. The amount of reviews will be taken as a hint.