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Potterhead(guest)- Thank you for your comments, they were very nice and sweet. Yes you do have to sign up to write a Fanfic, I hope you do, I'd like to read yours.

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October 7th, 1996

Dear Journal,

Sorry it's so late again. I've just been able to write again. Quidditch day was a few days ago. It's all everyone's been talking about. Lessons are quite laid back when a Quidditch match like that is coming up. Everyone was hyped up as soon as they went down to breakfast. The match began at half 2, meaning we still had about 4 and a half lessons… But, as I said, they're pretty laid back.

By the time lunch came round, everyone was as excitable as 'Nargles on Fire whisky'- according to Luna anyways. I'd sat down next to Harry and he'd put his arm around my shoulders and gave me a shake. I'd smiled at Ron, who was sat opposite me, whose face was stuffed with whatever delicacy the kitchens were serving today. Ron's a pretty good keeper, they call him 'The King' and I would say different being his sister, but, he is a decent keeper. I's seen Hermione with her head in a book. She looked up when I had sat down and gave me a big smile. Then she was back in her book. We were all chattering enthusiastically, when something had tapped me on the shoulder. I turned and found a paper aeroplane nudging against me. I had plucked it from my jumper and folded it up into my pocket. I had been too into our conversation to read it yet.

The next lessons had dragged so much for me. I just wanted to get out there. And Professor Snape was too busy droning on about the essence of Flobberworm Mucus. Can you see why it dragged? Merlin, when it was time to change into my Quidditch gear I was almost uninterested. But Harry is our Coach, so it didn't last long. The sky was a clouded grey blanket, but there was a small seam in the knitting (like that metaphor?) Sun rays were exploding through the little gap. I so hoped the clouds would move. We were about to go when I remembered my broom gloves. I told the others to go ahead and that I'd catch them up. I went back into the changing rooms to get my gloves when I remembered the small aeroplane note. I reached into my robe pocket on the bench and opened it. I inhaled sharply.

'I'm sorry about yesterday; I didn't mean to scare you. I'm glad you slapped me. I hope I can make it up to you. Have a good game today, I hope you win to be honest. I really do, I'm not going to make it easy though. Good luck.

-D x'

I gulped. It was a really nice note. And that made it harder to hate it. How dare he send me a note! But it's soooo sweet.

'No Ginny, you know you can't'

'Shut up brain! Shut up!'

Have you ever argued with yourself? It gets you nowhere. Absolutely nowhere. And anyway, I had a Quidditch match, I couldn't stand here and dwell.

'Move!'

I did as I was told. I had to forget I saw that, it would put me off my game.

'C'mon Ginny, you can do this! You can!'

I reached my team on the ground and Harry gave us a pep talk. Stuff like 'We've beat them before we can do it again' and 'It's bloody Slytherin, we owe it to Godric to win.' He's pretty good at pep talks. We bumped chests- it's a tradition- and hit the air. Malfoy was already up there, he saw me and smiled apologetically. I almost fell off my broom.

'Get with it Ginny' I stated to myself. When we were all in our positions, and the crowds screams died down a tad. The whistle blew.

And we were off.

I think I was playing pretty well. I had no idea where Harry and Malfoy were. But at the moment we were winning 70 to 50. I was in high spirits. I kept dodging the bludgers and kept scoring a good few goals.

It was almost full time.

I was about to catch the quaffle, when a gust of wind blew my broom of course and straight into a bludger. It didn't hit me, thank Merlin.

'What did it hit th-?' I began to ask myself. Then I realised.

I was falling. I looked beneath me and realised what it had hit. My broom. It had snapped straight in half. I was particularly high too. I screamed. Loud. I was waving my hands for help, there were plenty of onlookers.

'Do something!'

I screamed again, now scared because nobody seemed to be doing anything. I screamed and screamed until the breath was knocked out of me. Had I hit the ground? Why am I still awake then. I looked down and I was on a broom. I looked forward and saw Malfoy in front of me. He didn't look back. I grabbed onto his waist. He looked like he was struggling. Then I noticed the broom shaking uncontrollably. Malfoy didn't have any control.

"Draco!" I screamed. We were headed for a goalpost. He looked back at me.

"I'm sorry." He whispered. I stared wild eyed.

He pushed me off his broom.

I screeched at the top of my lungs. I landed with a loud thud and a cracking of whatever the hell just broke inside of me. I stayed awake long enough to hear the dull thud of another body hitting the ground about a metre away from me. Then the darkness consumed me.

That's all I remembered and then I awoke here, in the hospital wing. I've been here since I hit the ground that day. I've had loads of visitors, so what I tell you now are their interpretations.

I'll start with Harry's:

He said that he and Malfoy were having a head on race for the Snitch, dead fast, dead on the target, and then Malfoy just veered off. In the total opposite direction of the Snitch. Harry didn't know what for and so carried on and ended up catching the Snitch and winning the game for Gryffindor. He came to the pitch and saw me and Malfoy on the floor. He raced towards me. Malfoy was waking up a bit, but I was totally out. Harry says he walked straight up to Malfoy and asked what the hell happened. And Malfoy just replied with "I hurt her didn't I, I hurt her." And he seemed really concerned. Like really. He even tried to help me to the hospital wing, but was told off by Pansy for going anywhere near any Gryffindor. Harry says he sees Malfoy quite often at the hospital wing door's, peeking in before lessons.

Ron's:

I didn't see much because I was keeping my eyes on the quaffle. I am a keeper you know Ginny.

Hermione's:

Well, that bludger hit your broom and you were going down. Everyone held their breath, I think everyone was just so shocked, that they didn't think to do anything. You were almost at the floor when Malfoy just swept you up onto his broom, but the extra weight and the fact that he was already flying at speed made him lose control of the broom. You two were headed straight for the goal post, if you had hit it; you probably wouldn't have been awake for a long while. When Malfoy pushed you off everyone was outraged at first, but then he jumped straight off after you and everyone realised it was to save your lives. You were higher up when you came off though, because after you came off, something happened with the broom and it just plummeted. That's when Malfoy jumped. And anyway, you landed on your back and Malfoy managed to hit the ground at an angle where he could roll. He was out for about 3 minutes before he came to. And everyone just heard him scream your name Ginny.

"What's going on with you two? Why did he save you?" Hermione asked. I was still in the hospital wing, and Ron, Fred and George had left for something to eat. I was left with Harry and Hermione.

"That's what you were upset about at Quidditch practise wasn't it Gin?" Harry asked solemnly, although his eyes were plain.

"No, it was noth-" I began.

"Cut the crap Gin! You told me you'd tell me! Stop making excuses Ginny, and just bloody tell me!" Harry shouted. He wasn't that angry, just frustrated. It hurt nonetheless.

"Harry…" Hermione whispered.

"No-" They turned to me. "He's right. I need to stop tiptoeing around the truth." I stated. I took a deep breath. They were going to hate me.

"You're going to hate me." I sighed. They seemed to sit up straighter.

"It started on the train ride here-" I started.

"Where Malfoy stayed back with you?" Harry finished with a bored look on his face. I gasped taken aback.

"Wait, how… How do you know about that?" I asked astonished.

"Please, you told Hagrid, Ginny." Hermione answered a slight glint in her eye. I groaned. 'Oh…' Harry grunted. I looked at him questioningly.

"You mean to tell me that, you knew about the whole train scenario thing, but you can't work out what's happening now?" I asked, confused, but smiling. Harry grunted again. The twinkle in Hermione's eye had become apparent.

"I knew it!" Hermione declared excitedly. She squeezed my hand. I smiled at her. Hermione was a really good best friend and it was good to see her without a book in her hand.

"Why are you getting excited, there's nothing to get excited about." Harry acknowledged sulkily. I turned to him.

"I'm not getting excited, you're right; there is nothing to get excited about. You know I think Malfoy's a piece of crap." I shared. Hermione looked shock. Harry's mouth opened.

"What? I thought you two were an item?" He asked bluntly. I laughed.

"Of course not, do you think I'm that stupid Harry?" I told him playfully. Harry sighed with relief.

"Oh, thank Merlin." He answered. Hermione interrupted us.

"He fancies you though." Hermione said, smiling like an idiot. I could feel my cheeks burning, and could imagine the redness they were showing at that moment. Hermione giggled. Harry stood. Hermione pulled him back down.

"But if there were anything to happen, you would be ok with that wouldn't you Harry?" She asked, it was sort of rhetorical, but she wanted an answer.

"What? There won't be any-"

"Won't you Harry?" Hermione interjected again. I stared at them. They actually thought something was going to happen between me and him. Would it? No. Yes?

Harry huffed. "Yes…" He answered robotically. He got up to leave. I frowned at him, and he bent down to hug me.

"Just be careful Gin, I don't want you getting hurt, ok?" He whispered in my ear.

"I know Harry, I do" I countered. He pulled back to look into my face. He kissed my forehead. I shivered. He walked off.

Hermione jumped onto the bed, and sat cross legged opposite me.

"Spill." She uttered.

So I did.

That's all for now, I'm tired from 'spilling' everything to Hermione. She squealed at everything, and at one point Madame Pomfrey stuck her head out of her office to scold her. I couldn't stop giggling. It was proper girl talk that I haven't had in ages. I love Hermione lots. She had to leave when Madame Pomfrey told her visiting hours were over. She said her goodbyes and winked at me playfully, I went red again. She laughed and danced off, making me laugh harder. Madame Pomfrey lectured me about using too much energy and told me to rest. So that's what I'm doing. Goodnight. Sleep well.

Love Ginny xx