Disclaimer: The plot is mine. Everything else belongs to JK Rowling.

A.N; Already back for another chapter. Btw, does anyone know what the website is for the dramione awards?

"Gin!" called a voice from behind me. I turned to see Harry come up behind me. "Are you coming out for Quidditch this year?"

"They're still having it?" I asked, stopping in place.

"Well, McGonagall wasn't too sure at first, but she thinks it'll keep our minds of what's happening."

"Fat chance," I muttered.

"What?"

"Nothing," I replied. "Is Slytherin able to play?"

Harry's eyes darkened at this. "Unfortunately so," he answered, angrily. "And even worse, they're still letting Malfoy be Captain! It's like they're rewarding him for what happened last year!"

I looked at Harry. "Harry, trust me, he won't play."

"How do you know?"

I sighed. "Can you see him bossing anyone around?" I replied. "He hasn't spoken a word to anyone since we arrived." Except me.

"Maybe. Or maybe he's doing this to gloat in my face," said Harry.

"If he wanted to brag to you, he would have done it by now. It's been a week since school started and he hasn't made a comment to anyone in Gryffindor or anyone else that I've seen." I looked at Harry. "But to answer your question, yeah, I will try out for Quidditch this year. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have Herbology to get to." And with that I left.

The next time I saw him, he was sitting alone under a tree by the edge of the lake. His blonde hair shone bright in the sun. I knew I shouldn't have gone over to him, but, well, he was kind of hard to avoid. In the last week, we had bumped into each other eleven times. So, what was one more going to do?

I walked slowly up behind me. I guess he heard footsteps because he whipped around. He stared at me. "Hi," I said, weakly.

"What do you want, Weasley?" he asked, annoyed and alert.

"Harry told me that quidditch was starting up again and he mentioned you're still captain," I replied, walking over to where he was sitting.

"Surprised?" he asked, looking up at me.

I sat down across from him. "Yeah, it's just weird, I guess because after what happened..." I trailed off, not wanting to continue the sentence.

He looked at me with a stone look on his face. "I'm playing this year, but I don't wanna be Captain. I told McGonagall to reassign the Captain position to Nott," he stated. He waited a moment. "I answered your question. You can leave now."

I opened my mouth to say something then closed it. I got up from the grass and walked back towards the castle. It wasn't going to any use talking to him. He didn't want my help and I can't give him it. So, what's the point?

"Ginny!" called a voice from below me. "That's the third time you've dropped the ball!"

I flew down to where Harry was standing. "I'm sorry, I just have a lot on my mind right now. I'll try to play better," I replied.

"Yeah, but it's no use now, it's almost time for supper," he said. He looked up towards the players flying around in circles above him. "Okay, everyone! Next practice is Thursday at four p.m." he shouted upwards. Then headed off towards the castle.

Still sitting on the broom, I waited for ten minutes until I was the only person left outside and then began flying in circles around the pitch. It must have been at least fifteen minutes before I heard the voice.

"Pretty crappy practice today, Weasley," commented a voice from my right.

I looked over to the Slytherin stands and saw Malfoy's head in the distance. I flew over to him and saw him peel off the rest of his cloak; invisibility cloak, that is.

"You don't insult anyone, but you spy on another team's practice. I knew the old Malfoy was in there somewhere," I said, floating beside the stands.

He looked at me coldly. "Just hop over here for a sec, I have a proposition for you."

I could have said no, should have said no, but this intrigued me. So, I floated over to the stands and jumped off my broom to the floor of the stands, watching my broom fall downwards to the grass. Sitting next to him, I looked at him. We were silent for a few more minutes. I was getting impatient. "What do you need to ask me?" I asked.

"You're not in the greatest shape, Weasley. I saw you flying out there," stated Malfoy. "And I'm definitely not in the greatest shape either, so my proposition for you is to get in shape with me for the Quidditch season."

I looked at him then laughed. "Are you kidding?"

"I'm serious. You and I will run together every morning at six for close to an hour," he replied. "We'll both be able to get in shape for quidditch and then we can avoid each other at any other time instead of bumping into each other every hour of the day."

I looked out onto the grounds and nodded. "I guess that could work. Six tomorrow then?"

He nodded, said goodbye and left.

I was left alone in the stands with just my thoughts. I groaned. What had I just agreed to?

A.N; Short, I know. I'm trying to work on making chapters longer, but so far it's not working. I'll try to make the next one longer and more full with action and drama. Review!

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