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So Ginny had agreed to go to the ball with her supposed "enemy" after telling one of her best friends she wasn't going.

Now they will defiantly find out when she opens the dance on Malfoy's arm, dancing next to Hermione.

Well at least it will be a surprise

Malfoy still had to tell Pansy she wasn't his date in front of everyone, and Ginny couldn't wait to see it.

Surprisingly Ginny felt quite excited for the ball, not in the sense that she was going round squealing and looking at ball gowns like the other girls, but because she hasn't had a fun, crazy night in so long she would like to see how this turns out.

Making her way down to breakfast, after telling Hermione to go ahead, Ginny sat down across from both Harry and Ron, with Hermione next to her. She smiled at Ron and gave Harry a small wave. He seemed slightly nervous, not managing to make eye contact with her.

'Harry are you ok?' She asked him.

He seemed to give Ron a sideways glance before responding.

'Y- Yea fine thanks Ginny, what 'bout you?'

'Yea I'm fine thank you'

Small chitchat was made, and all four of them got up to go to first lessons apart from Harry, who had his first lesson off.

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Ginny found her day passed rather slowly, when it came to lunchtime she was ready to go sit by the lake and relax.

Every time she ran into Harry she found that he was rather jittery around her, and almost nervous.

Eventually after grabbing some food and taking it to sit down by the lake at the end of the day, Ginny was rather curious as to why he was acting so strangely.

Ginny heard someone move beside her, and turning to see she noticed Harry coming to sit next to her. Fidgeting with his hands.

'Hey Harry, you ok?' She asked him

'I-... umm yea I'm good thanks. Listen Ginny… well there is a Quidditch practice tomorrow evening, and our first game is against Slytherin, so I am hoping to get a lot of practice in. The game will be in 2 weeks' He spat out quickly

'Practice? Did I miss the trials?'

Harry seemed to relax a little bit before answering.

'Well yea that's what I meant, the trials' He laughed

'Okay. Great. I will see you there then captain'

'So… are- are you going to the ball? The summer ball thing?' He started fidgeting with his hands again.

'I'm not too sure, I might be but I might not be'

What the hell is going on! Please, please, please don't tell me Harry likes me. No he wouldn't, he never has, and he isn't going to suddenly start now. Gah

'Oh so does this mean you have had an offer, but- but you don't know whether to accept or not?' He asked slightly crestfallen

'Ha ha maybe, but I'm not sure I like the idea of going, I know Hermione organised it but I am still thinking about it at the moment' She replied honestly

Well that IS true, but I don't know why I don't want to go with Harry, if he asked me a month ago I would have jumped at the chance. This is one crazy mixed up world.

'Oh right, well I'm not too sure if I will be going. If neither of us go, we could probable just hang round for a bit hey?' He looked at her hopefully.

Okay there is no way I can be reading these signs wrong. I really think Harry likes me.

'Yea maybe, but like I said I am still thinking about it' Ginny smiled at him.

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The next day came fairly quickly, and Ginny found herself looking forward to Quidditch practice more and more.

News had got round that Dean Thomas was also trying out for the position as chaser, but people were constantly coming up to Ginny telling her she would be fine.

The thrill of competing against Dean was exciting. When they went out, it was the one thing he held against her. Being better at him at Quidditch.

Now she knew there was not much competition but she couldn't help getting excited to rub it in his face.

Haha I'm sorry but who wouldn't rub it in his face when all he did was hold it against me when we were going out? Haha Dean Haha. Okay I know I am evil.

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After scribbling down as much of her homework as she could, Ginny ran to get her broomstick, ignoring the glares and smirks Dean was sending her way as she left the common room.

I can get food later. I will be hungrier then.

She made her way down to the pitch noticing what a beautiful summers evening it was.

When she got down there she saw Harry doing a few drills, warming people up for keeper positions. She saw Ron lining up for his go.

Ginny mounted her broom and did a few laps away from the trials.

I need more of a challenge than just Dean. Why does no one try? I mean okay I am quite good, but like everyone else I got here by practice, they should at least try to challenge me.

And I am not meaning this in a bigheaded way…

'Hey Ginny! Come on its chaser trials' Harry called down to her.

Wow that's the line of people trying out for chaser? This is bigger than I thought. Maybe this will be worth it after all. Haha this is going to be fun.

Ginny watched the others do their trials, Harry had set up some obstacles, and charmed the quaffle to go in weird directs as if it had been throw weirdly- extremely weirdly.

He timed the speed and how well they could dodge other players well.

Soon enough it was Deans go, and Ginny took a seat to watch.

He managed to catch the quaffle four out of five times.

He has quick speed.

He dodged the first player...

…And the other,

Dodged the bludger.

Caught the quaffle thrown towards him.

Dodged the third player.

He was going for the post.

Ginny was sitting on the edge of her seat.

He aims for the goal.

He scores!

WHAT! When did Dean ever get so good? Ahh help. Its okay I can do this. I wouldn't have been chosen for the team otherwise.

'Okay Ginny its your turn. Make us proud' Harry grinned.

What happened to you being all awkward in front of me?

Ginny kicked off the ground.

The quaffle was coming towards her; she watched it come towards her when suddenly it changed direction. Ginny lurched to grab it and missed.

Crap!

Here it comes again. Ginny is ready this time, it changes direction and she quickly grabs it, her hands closing tightly around it.

The next three shots were the same. So she caught four out of five of the shots.

Okay now my speed. I can do this.

When Harry shouted go Ginny kicked of and sped towards the post as fast as she could. Her broom wasn't going as fast as usual.

Her grip on the broom was so firm her hands were starting to ache.

As she made to turn around the post and speed back, she jerked her broom so bad she clicked her neck.

'Ow' She moaned to herself.

She new by the time she was flying back that it was no good. She had messed up.

If I work extra hard on my dodging and shooting, then I can still have a chance.

'Okay Ginny you know what to do' Harry nodded at her.

Ginny couldn't speak. She just nodded back and kicked off.

The first player made there towards her.

Double dodge. Do the double dodge.

Ginny made to go one way, tricking the player, when suddenly she changed direction dodging the player skilfully.

YES!

There was no time for stopping, Ginny carried on dodging the next player by diving underneath them.

She didn't notice straight away, but managed to dodge it safely.

She saw a girl with the quaffle and kept her eyes on her.

Next moment it was thrown at her. Ginny only just managed to catch it, making her almost lose control. She dodged the last player perfectly, and sped towards the goal.

Ginny held the quaffle ready to shoot.

Aim.

And throw.

The quaffle was in a good position when it started to lose height, and fell to the ground.

Wh- what? That was a good throw wasn't it?

There was a dull "thud" when the quaffle hit the sand beneath them, and Ginny felt like a rock was wedged in her throat.

She flew towards Harry, hoping that it would be OK.

She had been on the team. Today was just an off day…

…Wasn't it?

Harry seemed to have a similar expression on his face.

'Are you okay Ginny?' He looked at her concernedly.

Ginny couldn't speak. Instead she gave him a small nod keeping her eyes fixed on the floor.

'So…who got it then?' Dean asked

'What? Can't I have another go? I was just having an off moment' Ginny tried to protest, her voice croaky, and slightly shaky.

'An off moment? What about all of the other people who have tried out? They could say that as well, but it wouldn't be fair if Harry only let you try again, would it Harry?' Dean smirked

'Ah well… I guess- guess not.' Harry said stiffly.

Ginny was trying her hardest to bite back her tears.

She turned on her heel and left the pitch, noticing Malfoy sitting in the stands by the exit, watching her.

Ginny kept her eyes on the floor in front of her, tears threatening to fall.

She got outside the Quidditch stadium and couldn't take it anymore. She dropped her broom, letting it fall to the ground, running to the cove where she had spent most of her afternoons.

The tears were streaming uncontrollably down her face. She was over come with her sobs and hiccupping.

She was crying so much she didn't notice someone approach her.

'Weasley.' A deep voice said.

Ginny lifted her head to see who was standing in front of her.

Her tear stained eyes met the pale grey ones of Draco Malfoy's.

'G- Go away Ma- Malfoy' She hiccupped ' I'm no- not in the moo- mood'

'Well if I left this behind then it would most probably have been nicked' He told her.

'Why wou- would you ca-care?' She snapped.

'Fine I will leave you then' He said placing her broom beside her.

Ginny looked up at him, their eyes locked for a moment. She new she didn't really want him to leave. She needed someone to talk to, but she was upset and angry, who wouldn't snap at him?

He seemed to know what she was thinking and sat beside her.

'Did you forget about what I taught you?' He asked her gently

She gave him a quizzical look, and hiccupped again.

'Wha- what do you mean?'

'When we were out the other night flying? I told you not to choke the broom when you were turning it. Forcing it to do something for your benefit, just doesn't work, you have to have control over the situation, and the broom will move easily because you wont be overwhelmed to make it work' He explained

Shit! I completely forgot about that. ARGH!

Ginny was mentally kicking herself.

'When you went to turn, you knew you weren't going so fast, mainly because you weren't lying as flat on your broom as you could, and you were so forceful trying to turn the broom around, you jerked it.'

'I don't ne- need you to come here and te- tell me all my fa- faults Malfoy!' She snapped

'I'm not. You panicked. Anyone would have done the same. Seeing Thomas' performance shocked you, making you forget most things.'

Ginny knew she had done just this and hearing it made her feel slightly better, knowing that maybe it wasnt that she was really bad, but that she had panicked.

'But the- there is no way I ca- can prove to th- them that I can do- do it. Dean Ha- has made the team. I am- I am…out' She sobbed

The thought had just struck her about how bad it was. It felt like there was a rock sitting in her stomach.

The tears started to leak out her eyes again and the sobs started a new round.

'For some reason I don't think you were that bad' He teased 'there was something wrong with your quaffle. When you threw it, you threw it with force, and suddenly it slowed down and fell. That's not right.' He seemed to be thinking about it, so Ginny didn't disturb him.

'When you grabbed the quaffle for the second time, did you get a good grip on it?' He asked her.

She shook her head 'No, I almost missed, I only caught hold of it by my finger tips' She told him confusedly.

'Someone must have meddled with it because I saw that ball move back, not like any of the other throws, I no Potter had charmed them, but not to move away from your grasp'

Ginny didn't no what to think. If Dean, or whoever it was that had meddled with he quaffle had ruined her chances of being on the team for this year.

The thought made fresh tears spring to Ginny's eyes.

Malfoy spent the time with her, trying to make her see the positive side of things, and make her happier in general.

The sun was setting over the trees, and Ginny's mood had been lifted incredibly.

'Have you had anything to eat tonight then?' Malfoy asked her

'No I was supposed to go after trials' Ginny's face fell.

'Well we better go grab something from the kitchens then' He jumped up smiling at her.

'I like this side of you' She said before thinking

Crap. Oops. Ah well…

Malfoy raised an eyebrow at her.

'This side of me?' He asked amusedly 'Is that supposed to be a compliment?'

'No, well its like whenever I see you around school, you have this tough mask, which I have never seen you lift for anyone apart from me or Blaise.' She told him.

Okay I am being quite honest with him. Lets hope he doesn't take offence…

'Yea I suppose' He shrugged

Huh?

'That's it? You are not even going to tell me why?'

'You didn't ask' He teased

'OK. Fine. Why do you put up this mask for everyone around you apart from me and Blaise?'

'Well, having a name like a Malfoy, means having a lot to live up to. Having a father like my own, means you have to work a lot to please him. I arrive here, putting on a hard man act, placed into Slytherin, already got the name as a Malfoy so I have to keep it up. I cant let everyone see I am some soft hearted Nancy' He joked

'Well thanks for saving the Nancy side of you for just Blaise and I to see.' Ginny laughed walking beside him. 'I can see what you mean about your name. Does that not piss you off beyond belief? Merlin, that would drive me crazy. I hate having to live up to so much, especially with all my brothers'

'Yea well not having anyone in my family to compare myself to I never know weather I am making my parents proud- if they ever could be- of me or not, whereas you can set goals for yourself to achieve'

'Yea but do you know how high those goals would have to be? I have six brothers, I would have no social life, and my brain wouldn't hack it. I am not as smart as Percy, I cant force myself to be, yet everyone expects me to.' Ginny sighed.

'Ah well cheer up lil red, we all have problems' He tickled the pair and opened the door for Ginny to crawl through.

When the house elves took their orders both Malfoy and Ginny took a seat at the table they had sat at a couple of times before.

'So Weasley-'

'Why do you always call me that?' Ginny interrupted

'What? Weasley?' She nodded 'Because that's your surname…?'

'And? I am supposed to be your date and you keep calling me by my last name.' She teased

'Well when have you ever called me Draco?' He asked

'Fair point. Okay fine. I dare you never to call me Weasley, Weaslette, Little red, She Weasley or any of them ever again'

'Only if you never call me Malfoy' He replied

'Deal.' She stuck her hand out.

'One more thing, what about in public? I do have to keep my name up'

Ginny's heart fell ever so slightly.

'Sure.' And both hands connected. The deal was made. In public they were enemies, and privately they were friends.

Wow talk about being made to feel special. Please note my sarcasm.

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