One year later…
attention. I am paying attention. No, you're not.
You are daydreaming about Ginny again. I
can do both things at the same time, thank you very much. No, you can't.
haven't seen Ginny all day. You saw her at lunch. Yeah, but then she wolfed it down so fast and gave me a
quick peck on the cheek! You are staring at her now, you know. This doesn't count.
I can't do anything but
stare at her. Poor baby.
had started again. Harry was
sitting in the locker room, listening to the new captain of the Gryffindor
Quidditch team run the entire team through the mill over their performance in
the last match. Fred, George,
Angelina, and Alicia were gone, and the new captain found some pretty good
replacements, including a pair of beaters—two Gryffindor fourth years—that
would make Crabbe and Goyle look like house-elves in comparison.
listen here, you lot," the new captain said, marching up and down the room,
giving each person an intense look, "I don't ever want to see anything like
that last game against Hufflepuff.
come on!" Ron protested, turning the captain's eyes towards him. Harry
secretively scooted back in his chair.
"We won, didn't we? And we weren't that bad."
was absolutely embarrassing!" roared the captain. "I can't believe how you—" the captain pointed an accusing
finger at Ron, who went red at the ears—"let Hufflepuff score three times in a
row. And where were my Beaters
when that Bludger hit Lisa?" Lisa
Stanton was one of the new Chasers, a fifth year. The other Chaser was none other than Denis Creevy, who was
really quite good in Harry's opinion.
Of course, that could be because he and his brother Colin chased Harry around
the school for the past six years.
only reason we won the game at all was because Denis managed to score a goal
right before Harry caught the Snitch!"
Denis almost blushed at these words of praise from the new captain, and
Harry tried his best not to grin delightedly as the captain's eyes stopped on
new captain immediately launched into new and complex diagrams of Quidditch
plays, the red and green chalk figures wriggling over the blackboard with a
wave of a wand. Harry looked
around at his teammates, each who were sitting up ramrod straight in their
chairs, eyes following the figures on the blackboard. Well, all except for Ron, who was slouched down in his
chair, muttering under his breath.
said this wouldn't take long," Ron murmured to Harry. Harry smiled, knowing Ron had plans with Hermione this
evening and would most likely be late if this took any longer. Feeling a pair of sharp brown eyes on
him, he suddenly turned back to the captain and nodded as a new series of
diagrams were instantly conjured.
long, Harry's mind started to wander.
You aren't listening. Sorry,
but I was just imagining how much fun its going to be kissing Ginny senseless
afterwards. You think you
both would be tired of that little game by now. Only when I'm dead. It might not be as fun then. Especially for her, you mean. Shut up!
finished going over the new plays." Any questions?"
Can I kiss
you senseless now? Don't you dare ask her that!
No one else had any questions, and were all quite grateful to be
dismissed. Ron jumped up and
sighed "Finally!" as he scarpered out the door, leaving his sister to frown
after him and his teammates to stare in amazement that anyone could move so
however, made a beeline towards the new captain and had her backed up against
the black board.
"I have a
looked up at him, her brown eyes twinkling." Yes, Seeker?"
"Can I kiss you
senseless now?" he asked just before he closed the space between them. He heard a few giggles and snickers
from the rest of the team as they filed out of the locker room. Apparently, they still weren't used to
the fact that the Seeker was head-over-heels in love with their Quidditch
think that about did it," Ginny said breathlessly once their lips had parted. "So, what do you think of the new
down at her. "I love her. But I
think she already knows that, doesn't she?"
wouldn't mind being told again. However, if you don't stop daydreaming when
she's lecturing…." she scolded.
softly as he lowered his lips to meet hers again. It was a long time later when the left the locker room,
their robes just a bit more wrinkled than before, hair tousled, and Harry's
glasses were fogged up.