Cho and Harry's relationship turned sour once again because of her friend blabbing to Umbridge, who was now in the hospital wing with nasty pimples across her face spelling out the word "SNEAK". Hermione had not been lying about the jinxed parchment. Ginny held out no hope that this would end things between them, of course. Hope was a weakness that was good for nothing and needed to be stamped out. Every relationship had ups and downs, she told herself, and they would make up soon enough. Still, Hermione kept relentlessly trying to cheer her up, telling her about how they weren't speaking to each other and that their relationship was doomed.
"I don't want to hear about them!" Ginny finally snapped at her one day as they talked in the courtyard outside between classes.
"I thought you would appreciate updates."
"Well, I don't," she said emphatically. "Though I do have one question… what happened on their Valentine's Day date? I saw them leaving for Hogsmeade together but later I saw Cho eating by herself in the Great Hall."
Hermione looked surprised that she would bring up something that happened months ago. Ginny thought the event was stale enough now to not faze her, whatever had happened.
"Yeah, it was a disaster, actually," said Hermione. "I told Harry to meet me in the Three Broomsticks that day to do the interview with The Quibbler, and he told Cho that, including that it was me he was meeting with. She got all jealous and weepy and started asking Harry about Cedric and he didn't like that."
"She WHAT?"
The absolute nerve of that girl.
"Yes, it was rather tactless of her, I agree. Harry could have been better about telling her he was meeting me, though," said Hermione, a little tentatively. It was clear she was expecting Ginny to go off on her. Ginny did feel that instinctive urge to defend him, and was sure it was reflected in her face, but she said nothing. Hermione plowed on quickly. "He could have dragged her along or told her I was forcing him or something. Cho doesn't understand Harry's relationship with me very well. She doesn't spend time around me and Ron."
"Yeah, but to bring up Cedric… I mean… wow."
"I know. I didn't like it either."
Ginny thought she would have been angry at Cho even if she didn't fancy Harry. This was low, even for her. And yet, they had made up. Harry did not consider that a dealbreaker. Why would it be any different with the whole Marietta incident? Ginny got up and walked off, feeling as dead inside as ever, and also wondering vaguely if Hermione's sabotage of Harry and Cho's date had been intentional.
Harry became sullen, Ginny noticed, as the Easter holidays arrived. Whether it was due to Cho, the D.A. being over, guilt over Dumbledore sacrificing himself to keep them all in school, or something else entirely, Ginny wasn't sure. The fifth years in general seemed to be grumpier than anyone else, as they had to review five years' worth of material for their O.W.L.s, which were two months away, on top of all the regular homework they had also been given. Ginny had Quidditch practice on the last day of the holidays, which was cut short abruptly when she heard Angelina blow her whistle several times in quick succession, which usually indicated someone got hurt. Looking down, Ginny saw her standing next to Jack Sloper, who was lying unconscious on the ground. Ginny and her teammates landed and huddled around them.
"What happened?" said Katie Bell, bewildered. "No one was near him, was he?"
"No," said Alicia, staring at the bat lying next to him in the grass. "He was trying a bunch of stupid trick shots on Bludgers earlier… I bet he missed and hit himself in the head instead." She fought back a laugh. Angelina groaned.
"How does that even happen?" said Ginny, who was trying to come up with a mental picture of it and was struggling.
"I don't know," said Angelina in a thoroughly exasperated tone. "Ron, Andrew, can you take him up to the hospital wing? I have to go gather all the balls…"
Ginny followed them back into the castle, Ron and Andrew walking slowly, supporting the unconscious Jack. It was yet another disaster of a practice. Professor McGonagall approached her as they reached the entrance hall.
"Miss Weasley, I have something for you."
She was carrying a package.
"I was going to give this to Ron," McGonagall told her, "but since he seems… encumbered…"
She handed Ginny a box wrapped in brown paper; it was clear it had been unwrapped and rewrapped carelessly. A note attached to it read INSPECTED AND PASSED BY THE HOGWARTS HIGH INQUISITOR in red ink. Ginny entered the Great Hall, placed the package on the table, and unwrapped it halfway to see what it was. Her mood lifted: they were Easter eggs from Mum. There was one for her, each of her brothers, Harry, and Hermione. She noticed Hermione's was the biggest. Mum was clearly trying to make up for sending her a tiny egg last year because she foolishly believed Rita Skeeter's outrageous article about her supposed love triangle with Harry and Krum. She rewrapped the package and went upstairs, hoping to find Harry somewhere. She passed Dean Thomas in the first-floor corridor.
"Hey, Ginny!" he said, beaming.
"Hi, Dean — have you seen Harry?"
"I saw him in the library not too long ago," he said, his smile fading slightly. "Why?"
"My mum sent him an Easter egg," Ginny replied, indicating the package.
"Oh. That was nice of her."
She bade him goodbye and made her way to the library. Harry was sitting at a table, looking depressed with his head in his hands.
"Harry?" she whispered softly. "What's wrong?"
No response.
"Harry?" she said again, a little louder. "Harry, I'm talking to you, can you hear me?"
Harry looked up.
"Huh? Oh, hi," he said, realizing who it was. He pulled his books towards him to make room for her, and she sat down across from him. "How come you're not at practice?"
She told him what happened. Hearing about what state the team was in didn't improve his mood much.
"Anyway," she said, eager to change the subject, hoping some chocolate would cheer him up, "a package just arrived; it's only just got through Umbridge's new screening process…"
She set the package of eggs on the table where Harry's books had been.
"They're Easter eggs from Mum. There's one for you..." She handed him one of the eggs, which was decorated with small, iced Snitches and contained a bag of Fizzing Whizbees. "There you go…"
Harry took the egg. He looked at it for a moment, but didn't eat it. Ginny wasn't sure if she was imagining things, but it looked like he was fighting back tears. What in the world was going on?
"Are you okay, Harry?" she asked quietly.
"Yeah, I'm fine," he snapped.
He clearly wasn't. Ginny felt fed up. Just once, she wished he would talk to her. Confide in her. Discuss his problems with her. Treat her like a close friend. Treat her like Ron or Hermione. He was upset over Cho, she knew it. She was going to have to ask about her. But here she was, sitting next to him, giving him candy, undoubtedly looking at him in the way Hermione alluded to before. She had to ask without sounding too interested in the status of their relationship. She could not tip off the fact that she still fancied him in any way. She knew she'd never be able to talk to him properly again if he found out.
"You seem really down lately," she said. "You know, I'm sure if you just talked to Cho…"
She regretted her word choice immediately and wanted to kick herself. She was actually encouraging him to try and repair his relationship with her! How stupid could she be?
"It's not Cho I want to talk to," he said, and his tone suggested that he was totally done with her. His face displayed no trace at all of that stupid crush he had had on her for years. Ginny couldn't believe it.
"Who is it then?" she whispered.
"I…"
He looked around to make sure nobody could overhear. He was about to do it. He was going to confide in her. Come on, Harry…
"I wish I could talk to Sirius," he muttered. "But I know I can't."
That… was not what she was expecting at all. But it didn't matter. He had done it. He confided in her and trusted her with a secret. She felt an odd sensation inside her as Harry unwrapped his Easter egg and started eating. Then, quite suddenly, Ginny felt an unbidden rush of euphoria. She watched Harry smear chocolate all over his lips as he slowly ate his Easter egg. Oh what I wouldn't give to lick it off… she thought desperately. Slowly…
She forced herself to look away and shoved some chocolate into her own mouth to distract her from the positively insane, disturbing thought she just had. It tasted wonderful. Mum's chocolate was always the best.
"Well," she said slowly, making every effort to keep her voice casual and hoping against hope Harry hadn't noticed anything, "if you really want to talk to Sirius, I expect we could think of a way to do it…"
"Come on," he said hopelessly. "With Umbridge policing the fires and reading all our mail?"
The sudden madness she was grappling with a few seconds ago vanished in a heartbeat as she realized with positive glee that there was a very good chance she could solve his problem.
"The thing about growing up with Fred and George," she said thoughtfully, "is that you sort of start thinking anything's possible if you've got enough nerve."
He looked at her. Her stomach squirmed. She thought there was something different in the way he looked at her this time, but couldn't quite put her finger on what exactly it was. Then she figured she was probably just imagining things anyway. The chocolate was doing strange things to her.
"WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING?" came an obnoxious female voice. Madam Pince, the unpleasant librarian, was bustling over towards them, looking furious.
"Oh damn," whispered Ginny, jumping to her feet, suddenly remembering the "NO FOOD IN THE LIBRARY" sign that was always on the door, which she had completely ignored in her haste to see Harry. "I forgot —"
"Chocolate in the library!" she screamed. "Out — out — OUT!"
And whipping out her wand, she caused Harry's books, bag, and ink bottle to chase him and Ginny from the library, whacking them repeatedly over the head as they ran.
They took refuge in a nearby classroom and slammed the door. Harry's belongings pelted the door as they sat down against the wall, catching their breath. They looked at each other and burst out laughing. Ginny felt her stomach squirm excitedly again, as if there were a swarm of angry butterflies trying to escape. She tried desperately to shut this sensation down, but it was fruitless; it was rather like trying to fight Voldemort with a toothpick. A feeling of complete unreality engulfed her. This was a dream come true.
"Funny," Harry said bitterly. "If we so much as drop a book on the floor, we get reminded that 'it's a library' and that we're 'disturbing others', but she has no problem yelling her head off at us for minding our own business… like that didn't just disturb everyone in there who was trying to study…"
They both laughed again. Harry looked at her. It took all her effort to remain calm. She had such a strong desire to plop herself down on his lap, grab his face, and snog the daylights out of him that it was almost painful having to resist.
"So you have a plan?" he said hopefully.
"I think so," she whispered, excitement coursing through her. "Fred and George have been telling me about their desire to make an exit for some time now… but they wanted a good cause…"
"No," said Harry, his voice suddenly harsh.
Ginny's bubble popped. She realized she had said the wrong thing. This was the opportunity she had been waiting for, and she was blowing it.
"I will not cause anyone else to get in trouble," Harry said flatly. "It's already my fault Dumbledore's gone and everyone nearly got expelled."
"That's not true!" Ginny said desperately, and she suddenly found this conversation to be no different than any other she had had with him. "You've got to stop blaming yourself for everything, Harry! Listen. Let me talk to Fred and George. They already have something planned —"
"No!" Harry repeated. "Ginny —"
"Harry!" she said angrily. "Please listen to me!"
He fell silent. She took a deep breath.
"Fred and George are already planning to quit school. They have been for a long time. If not for this, then it will be for something else. They've got the premises for their joke shop now and they want to screw Umbridge over, believe me. So please, let me go talk to them."
He looked into her eyes again. She gave him a blazing, determined look, as if daring him to refuse.
"All right," he said finally. He still looked a bit apprehensive.
Relieved, she left his company and went into the nearest bathroom. She looked at herself in the mirror, breathing heavily, trying to figure out just what had happened; she had never felt anything quite like that before in her life. She hoped again that Harry hadn't noticed anything. The image of him eating that chocolate, and the looks and laughs they just shared, were seared into her brain; she splashed some cold water on her face to try and pull herself together, then took a few deep, calming breaths before setting out to find Fred and George, hoping with all her might they wouldn't change their mind about the Portable Swamp.
She found them back in the common room selling Skiving Snackboxes. She told them about Harry's quandary. When she mentioned his name, they looked at each other and smirked ever so slightly. Ginny knew what they were thinking, but there was no time to be worried about that right now. She kept her fingers crossed in her pockets as she finished recounting her conversation with Harry in the library. They studied her for the briefest of moments after she finished.
"Sure," said Fred lightly. "I'm game. What do you think, George?"
"I'm game too. We'd be glad to help Harry have a chat with Sirius. We'll go talk to him."
Ginny felt a rush of gratitude. They had always been her favorite brothers.
Classes crawled by the following day. All Ginny could think about was Fred and George's plan to cause a diversion so Harry could get into Umbridge's office and talk to Sirius using her fire, which was the only one not under surveillance by the Ministry. She had spent the remainder of Sunday in her own world, unable to get the encounter with Harry in the library and the classroom out of her mind, but after a good night's sleep she was snapped back to reality. In fact, she only now realized the implications of what she had done. Harry was risking expulsion yet again, and this time she was helping him do it! She was really beginning to have second thoughts about this, and sitting by Hermione at lunch didn't assuage those doubts.
"Why are you sitting by yourself?" Ginny asked her. "Where's Harry and Ron?"
"Ron's finishing an essay he put off far too long," Hermione responded. "And Harry is over there between Neville and Seamus."
Ginny looked and saw that was true.
"Why's he sitting with them?"
"He's mad at me for trying to save his future at Hogwarts," Hermione said grumpily, "and — well, something that happened in Potions that was my fault. But never mind that right now — Fred said this whole talking to Sirius thing was your idea?"
"Not really. I asked Harry what was wrong and he told me he wanted to talk to Sirius. I said I'd talk to Fred and George to see if we could make it happen…"
"You asked him what was wrong and he just told you?" Hermione repeated, clearly shocked.
"Well, I was a bit persistent; I had to ask him a couple times, but yeah, he told me."
"But me and Ron asked him what was wrong a hundred times over break and we could never get it out of him! Every time he'd just say, 'Oh, nothing' and then stay in his funk! What did you do to get him to let his guard down like that?"
"Nothing!" said Ginny, who was feeling her stomach squirm again upon learning this information. Harry told her something that he wasn't willing to tell Ron and Hermione? And making her even more giddy, it was something personal, rather than just sensitive information about the Order or Voldemort. "I just delivered Mum's Easter egg to him, maybe that cheered him up a bit…"
Ginny was deliberating on how much she wanted to tell her about what happened in the library and the classroom. Hermione stared at her; Ginny could see her brain working furiously.
"Look, no offense Ginny, but I don't like this idea one bit. If he gets caught… I would have thought you of all people would know the consequences…"
"Have some faith in Fred and George," Ginny retorted, trying to reassure herself as much as Hermione. Hermione was not reassured, however, and after she told Ginny she was going to continue to try and talk Harry out of doing it, Ginny stalked off to sit with Lena and Amber instead. She was starting to feel sick. It would be a fitting twist of fate if Harry got expelled as a result of her undying love for him.
Ginny caught up with the twins as lunch was ending.
"You're positive this will work, right?"
"Have some faith in us, little sis," said Fred. "Have we ever let you down before?"
"I just… I want to make sure he's not expelled."
"You're sounding more like Hermione than our fun little sister," Fred said sadly. "Are you feeling okay?"
"Yeah, well… Hermione did scare me during lunch a little bit," she mumbled.
"Hermione has no idea just how many tricks we have up our sleeve," said Fred smugly. "If the Swamp diversion doesn't work, we can let off some Garroting Gas… that will clear out the corridors in a jiff. We've been saving that one… we were planning to use it later, when exam time comes, but if push comes to shove, we'll break it out now."
"We won't let Harry get expelled, Gin," George said in an unusually serious tone. "Trust us. We'll make sure. Not after he gave us the money to start the joke shop. We'll do whatever it takes."
"What?"
"Yep," said George. "He gave us his Triwizard winnings last June. We tried to refuse him, but he insisted — even threatened to hex us if we didn't take it — so what could we do?"
After thinking over this a few seconds, she realized this didn't surprise her at all. Those winnings probably felt like blood money to Harry. It didn't come as a shock that he would do anything to get rid of them. That was just the kind of person he was. Ginny still felt nervous, but she did have faith in Fred and George.
As it turned out, there had been no reason to worry. Fred and George pulled it off like champs without having to resort to the Garroting Gas, and Harry got to talk to his godfather in Umbridge's fireplace without a hitch. Unfortunately, Fred and George weren't as lucky, and were cornered by Umbridge's foul Inquisitorial Squad comprised mostly of the worst Slytherins, including Malfoy, but they got the last laugh in the end. They blessed Umbridge with their final taunts and flew out of school on their brooms, just as they had planned, and left no instructions on how to remove the Portable Swamp they deposited in a fifth-floor corridor, leaving Umbridge to struggle with how to remove it by herself while Filch punted students across it to their classes.
"See Hermione?" Ginny told her that night in her dormitory. She couldn't resist, even though she had had the same concerns. "Everything worked out fine!"
"Aren't you upset about Fred and George?"
"Not really — they've been telling me for months they were ready to quit school. Ever since they were banned from Quidditch, in fact. They'll be legends now. I'll see them again soon."
"Well, even so, I won't apologize just for trying to keep Harry in school. Just because it worked doesn't mean it was a good idea…"
Ginny didn't respond. She had missed the opportunity to elaborate on the scene in the library with her at lunch, and she was once again fighting with herself on whether she wanted to or not. She also, looking back, wasn't sure how much of what happened was just her fantasizing versus what the reality was. Just because they shared a couple looks and laughs didn't mean he suddenly wanted to snog her senseless…
"What's up?" said Hermione.
"I was just thinking…" said Ginny slowly. She made up her mind on the fly, and quickly found herself rambling. "In the library… after I told Harry I could help him, he looked at me… and I — I felt enormous butterflies… but I don't know if it was the way he was looking at me, or if I just have raging hormones… and then Madam Pince chased us out for eating chocolate in the library, and we hid in a classroom, and we looked at each other and laughed… I was going crazy, I wanted so badly to —"
She stopped abruptly and felt the heat rise in her cheeks. Hermione looked like she knew full well how that sentence ended.
"Interesting," she said, as though pointing out a mildly unusual weather phenomenon. Ginny was reminded inexplicably of Luna. "Maybe it will work out between you two, then… if you don't manage to get him expelled first."
Students became inspired mischief-makers in the wake of Fred and George's flight from Hogwarts. They surreptitiously set off Dungbombs and Stinkpellets in the corridors (which was something Ginny and Lena were particularly adept at doing), someone set a niffler loose in Umbridge's office, which tore it apart, and using Skiving Snackboxes to get out of Umbridge's lessons became the norm. Peeves took to flooding bathrooms and blowing raspberries at Umbridge whenever she opened her mouth to speak. None of the teachers did a single thing to help her; Filch was her only ally, and being a Squib, there was only so much he could do to fight what Ginny thought was basically a student rebellion against the regime. Umbridge was on the verge of a mental breakdown on a daily basis and Ginny was loving every second of it.
As May wore on, Michael had become more distant towards her again. Ginny didn't care that much, but it still left her frustrated, wondering what exactly she was doing wrong in their relationship. You mean aside from slobbering over Harry the entire time you've been dating him? said a nasty voice in her head. Ginny did wonder occasionally if he had ever noticed. Hermione had flat out said she was pretty obvious about her feelings, but that Harry was just too oblivious to pick up on it. If Michael had noticed, he had not said anything, and Ginny personally doubted whether he was as observant as Hermione and didn't spend much time worrying about it.
Dampening Ginny's mood further was that the Quidditch final was rapidly approaching, and that meant renewed jeers and taunts from Slytherins, including a revival of that horrible "Weasley is Our King" song they had invented for Ron before the first match. Hearing the song made Ginny's blood boil, as the lyrics weren't just an attack on Ron, it was an attack on his whole family. On her family. One Slytherin began singing it obnoxiously loud as she passed by him in the corridor, and she Bat-Bogeyed him so badly that the bats actually started pecking at his face instead of just swarming.
Apart from her anger at the Slytherins, she was now feeling incredibly nervous. She had never wanted to win so badly in her life, and she knew that with Ravenclaw's Keeper being terrible and Ron having his own issues, the match would likely come down to whether or not she caught the Snitch. Ron had improved during the practices, but he was still very inconsistent, and Ginny could only pray that the good Ron showed up. The Beaters, however, were beyond hope.
Many of the Ravenclaws had become cold towards her with the upcoming match as well, with Luna Lovegood being the exception. She beamed at Ginny whenever she saw her, and she felt slightly guilty at wanting to beat her House so badly in the match. She wished Luna was a Gryffindor. Cho had an unpleasant demeanor around her too, but then again, she was Ravenclaw's Seeker. Ginny returned her cold stares with gusto, now having a good excuse to do so. A couple of days before the match, Ginny offered a friendly bet with Michael on the match in an attempt to add some kind of spark to their relationship, and he accepted.
When the morning of the match arrived, Ginny ate very little breakfast. The thought of potentially losing was making her queasy. She did, however, down two cups of coffee, feeling she needed to be as focused as possible. She had to win. She had to. She could not get beaten by Cho. Ginny peeked over at her while she drank her coffee; she was looking down at her plate, pushing her food back and forth into little piles. Ginny met Michael shortly before going out to the pitch.
"Well — good luck I guess," he said, smiling awkwardly.
"I thought you didn't care about Quidditch?"
"I don't," he said. "Not really. But still, it's kind of a weird situation for us, isn't it?"
Ginny said nothing. She thought something wasn't right. He grimaced and said goodbye and Ginny made her way to the changing rooms to put on her Quidditch robes.
Angelina gave her pep talk. Ron looked a nasty shade of green but nodded when appropriate and at the end he was sounding confident and resolved. Angelina pulled Ginny aside.
"Please catch that Snitch," she said, a note of desperation in her voice.
"I will," Ginny assured her, feeling incredibly nervous, but determined at the same time. They made their way onto the pitch. It was another beautiful day in what had been a beautiful month, weather-wise.
"The Captain, Angelina…" came Lee Jordan's voice. "Bell… Spinnet… Weasley… Sloper… Kirke… and Weasley."
Lee's voice was a little less chipper than usual, as it had been ever since the twins' departure (he was their best friend) but evidence of his former enthusiasm remained when he uttered Angelina's name. Apparently he still had a bit of a thing for her. The Ravenclaws then made their way out onto the pitch, led by their Captain, Roger Davies, who Ginny spotted Cho talking to before he strode forward to shake Angelina's hand. That's right, Ginny thought. Go fancy him instead… please…
Madam Hooch blew the whistle and they were in the air.
"And they're off!" cried Lee Jordan. Ginny flew high above the rest to look around for the Snitch. She was already feeling a bit frantic as the caffeine coursed through her. They had to win. She had to win. Lee shouted some stuff, but Ginny couldn't hear it. A moment later, though, there was a roar from the Ravenclaw end and the Slytherins began singing "Weasley is Our King" which made it clear what happened. Fuming, Ginny searched around for Cho. She was flying slightly lower than her about fifty yards away, scanning the pitch.
Katie scored three times before Ravenclaw was able to get the Quaffle past Ron again. Ginny dodged a Bludger she was pretty sure was hit by one of Gryffindor's own Beaters. Rolling her eyes at just how bad Jack and Andrew were, she flew higher and then lower, looking for that flash of gold in the air, but had no luck. Cho was staying almost motionless near the center of the pitch, looking around, which would have made her an easy target if, again, Gryffindor had any competent Beaters. Scowling, Ginny flew towards the sidelines, searching, hoping…
The score was now eighty to fifty in favor of Gryffindor. Cho had moved closer toward Ron's end of the pitch and was glaring at Ginny, watching for any sign that she'd seen the Snitch. To Ginny's surprise (and horror), she did see it, about twenty yards behind Cho, and if she were to look around, Ginny was sure she would see it too. Ginny knew if she took off after it, Cho would realize what she was doing, look in the direction she was flying, and beat her to it. She had to do something. She had to win. She looked behind her and down, pretended to see something, and dove. Cho fell for it; she took off after Ginny, and Ginny came out of her dive before crashing and soared back up towards the Ravenclaw end. She looked in the direction she had seen the Snitch a moment ago, but it was gone. She caught a glimpse of Ron making a nice save and the Gryffindor end erupted in cheers.
Twenty minutes later and Gryffindor led by forty. Ron was apparently doing a respectable job, and Ginny heard Lee Jordan remark several times about him making nice saves and the Slytherins had thankfully quieted down. Ginny got distracted as Katie scored yet another goal, putting Gryffindor up by fifty. Ginny flew towards Ron's end of the pitch in search of the Snitch. She caught his eye, and he grinned at her.
"Nice feint earlier!" he shouted.
"Thanks! You're doing good, Ron! Keep it up!"
Ron beamed, looking happier than he ever had on the Quidditch Pitch. Ginny's sense of urgency increased. Ron was doing well and needed to be rewarded. She had to win. She had to catch that Snitch. Ginny flew back towards the other end and, not seeing the Snitch, turned around and started scanning again. She saw Cho a little way ahead of her now, looking in the direction of the commentator's podium. Ginny's stomach lurched; the Snitch was about two full body lengths below her and she hadn't seen it. She took the opportunity while Cho wasn't looking and sped off in her direction; Cho turned around and saw her hurtling towards her a few seconds later but it was too late. Ginny grabbed the Snitch just as soon as Cho realized where it was, and a roar erupted from the Gryffindor end of the pitch. The Snitch fluttered helplessly in her fingers. Ginny looked back and had just enough time to see Cho's face contorted with rage, not looking remotely beautiful anymore, before she landed on the ground and was mobbed by her teammates. She felt another rush of euphoria. She did it! She had won! They had won. Against all odds, they were the Quidditch Cup champions. That wasn't the victory that mattered to Ginny, though. This was a personal victory. She had won it for herself, and even more than that, she had won it for Harry.
