A/N: After I finish this story I will start I Bloody Love Ginny, again. Sorry but I can only think of doing one for now. And I chose Broken, unless you want me to finish I Bloody Love Ginny then do Broken. Review and tell me :)

After a few days Madame Pompfrey finally discharged me from the Hospital Wing. When she told me the news,I waited for her to leave me alone then I quickly threw off the covers and ran down to the Great Hall for some breakfast. As I rushed down the hall I accidentally bumped into Ron, who was surprisingly dressed in a Gryffindor Qudditch uniform.

"Ron, what are you doing wearing that?" I asked, gesturing to his outfit of red and gold.

"Didn't you hear? I made the Qudditch team a long time ago. You and Hermione were some of the first people I told, remember?" He explained with a frown on his face.

"OH! Of course Ron, I remember now! I just forgot with everything happening, that's all." I lied hitting my head, showing that I remembered. Even though I didn't. I feel like Neville,NO OFFENE NEVILLE.

A grin appeared on his face. "I really hope we win this final match." He told me, walking down the hall with me for breakfast.

I nodded my head. It was already the final match? Oh fuck, how long have I been so spaced out and all that?

When we arrived at the Great Hall I took a seat next to Hermione, and across from Harry.

I scarfed down a piece of toast, some eggs, and 3 strips of bacon. I was so damn hungry.

"Someone is hungry" I heard Hermione said to me jokingly.

I nodded. "Madam Pompfrey doesn't serve the best breakfast, even though she's a witch." I explained then took a gulp of my pumpkin juice.

"I think she's hungrier than Ron, actually." Harry said, chuckling.

My head shot up and I gave him a glare. "No one can be hungrier than Ron...no offense" I commented then turned to Ron, who was beside Harry, went pink.

"So Captain Harry, you think you'll be awsome today?" I asked Harry, taking a bite out of my bacon.

Harry exchanged glances with everyone, and looked sad. I frowned. "What did I say wrong?"

"Harry isn't playing," Hermione explained to me. "He got in trouble with Snape." She hissed.

I was going to ask how he had gotten in trouble with that big greasy git, but I decided to leave the subject alone.

"Then who will be Seeker?" I exclaimed.

"Ginny..." Harry said quietly.

After the amazing Qudditch game, like I knew it would be. Gryffindor came out on top baby! Ginny was incredible might I say, and Ron. He was just, wow. He was one of the best Keepers I had seen, besides Oliver Wood, of course. Or maybe that's because I dont watch alot of Quidditch.

In the midst of all our cheering and celebrating, the portrait door opened and revealed a shocked Harry Potter. As people noticed his arrival, the screaming seemed to grow louder at the sight of him. Several people brought him into the middle of the celebration.

"WE WON!" Yelled Ron way too loudly to Harry. He gave the silver Qudditch Cup to him. Harry stared at the Cup in awe. I started racing over to him. "We won! Four hundred and fifty points to only a hundred and forty! WE DAMN WON HARRY!" (A/N: I took Ginny's lines from the book, from this part and gave them to Lexi XD.) I threw my hands around him, embracing him in a big hug. Then as I started to pull away from the hug, unexpectedly Harry leaned down and kissed me.

After several moment, or more I pulled away from the kiss, and I stared at him. The whole room went silent then burst into cheers. Over my shoulder Ron gave me a thumbs up, Hermione was beaming, Ginny...well glared.

"Please, give me another chance." He whispered. "I love you."

My mind still told me no. That it wasn't right, that everything is going into chaos. With Voldemort regaining more and more strength, and Harry with Dumbledore's orders and such.

But on the other hand my heat said yes, what the heck? I didn't know what to do. Listen to my heart or mind. I let out a sigh.

"I'll take you back." I said smiling.

Harry grinned from ear to ear, and picked me up then twirled me around. I laughed "Harry put me down!"

After a moment, he did. He was about 3 inches taller than me, so I had to tiptoe and gave him a small kiss on his lips.

I got Harry back. I thought happily to myself. But something in my gut said it wouldn't last long.