Ginny's Sixth Year

Chapter 25

"That's it, Dean!" I shouted as he scored another goal. It was the first Quidditch game of the season, and we were playing Slytherin.

We hadn't found another Seeker or Keeper, so I was playing Chaser and Seeker, and Richie Coote was playing Keeper and Beater.

I glanced at Malfoy. He was looking down, surveying the pitch for the Golden Snitch. I looked up, and the Snitch was right above me. I flew up toward it as Dean scored yet another goal. He was getting to be very good; the score was now 70-20. I reached out to catch the Snitch when it started flying across the pitch. I dove after it, Malfoy close behind. A Slytherin Beater noticed what I was doing and whacked the nearest Bludger in my direction. I swerved and narrowly avoiding being hit in the head. I caught up with the Snitch after barely avoiding falling off my broom. Malfoy and I were neck and neck, and we both reached out to grab the Snitch. Malfoy ran into me, but it knocked him off his broom. I closed my hand around the Snitch and touched down. We had won the game!

"Yes, Ginny!" Dean yelled. I ran towards the rest of the team. Dean and I hugged awkwardly. We had decided that we would do-capitan the team until Harry got back. Rather, McGonagall had decided that I would capitan, but I said that Dean should, too. It was his last year, after all. We all went back to the common room to celebrate our victory.

It was one of the happiest moments all year. The whole house was ecstatic. Neville and I were talking about chances for the Quidditch Cup when he leaned in and kissed me. I pushed him away, rather shocked at what he had just done. 

I think Neville felt the same way. His face turned red. "Sorry," he muttered, suddenly very interested in his butterbeer. 

We didn't bother to go to supper; we had more food in the common room than we would have in the Great Hall. We celebrated until Professor McGonagall stormed in and told us to go to bed.