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A/N: Here is the last instalment. Sorry for the delay. I hope you all like it!

Chapter 14

The day had come.

Ginny grimaced in the general direction of her brain, mentally reprimanding it for being so dramatic. She was laying in her bed in the Slytherin dormitories. Today was the day of the Quidditch finals. It also marked her last weekend as a Slytherin student. Come Monday, she would once again don the red and gold Gryffindor crest on her chest.

The week had flown by with unheard of speed. She has successfully passed a Transfiguration test on Tuesday and had submitted a History of Magic paper on Thursday. Between homework and Quidditch practice, she had contemplated her feelings for a certain sexy Slytherin who we all know and love. She liked him… a lot. That much was decided. One problem still remained, how did he feel about her? Ginny felt fairly confident in stating that he didn't dislike her. She even felt sure he liked her to some degree. She just wasn't sure what exactly that degree was. In any event she had spent the entire week desperately wanting to make a move (to which her hormones heartily gave consent) but not sure that she should make a move (that was the brain talking). If she just leapt at Malfoy while he didn't want to be leapt at, things would end very badly. Ginny let out a groan at the conflict going on in her head and finally decided to face the day.

She dressed in her pre-game Quidditch uniform before heading to the Great Hall for breakfast. Upon entering the room she saw Kettie and Natalie on one end of the Slytherin table and Draco and Blaise on another. She turned to go in that direction when something caught her eye. It was Luna's lion hat. Without another second's thought, Ginny strode to where Hermione and Luna were sitting at the Gryffindor table. She needed to talk to her best friends.

"Ginny!" greeted Hermione in delighted surprise.

Luna grinned cheerily at Ginny from underneath the mass of red and gold atop her head.

"Hey guys!" Ginny beamed.

"Are you excited for this game or what?" asked Luna excitedly.

Ginny laughed. "I am so excited! I can't believe all the madness started at this very spot just a little while ago. I was just trying to prove a point, I didn't expect things to go this far; to have Gryffindor and Slytherin playing in the finals! That's not the only I didn't expect…" said Ginny, her voice trailing off and ending with a sigh.

"Something wrong, Gin?" asked Hermione, concerned.

Ginny groaned, "Yes, something is wrong. Something that starts with a D and ends with an O.

"Oh! Are you talking about a dooflorto?" asked Luna with much enthusiasm, "Daddy says–"

Luna was abruptly cut off by Hermione. "No, she's talking about Malfoy."

"But Malfoy starts with a M and ends in a Y… oh! You mean Draco!"

Ginny laughed. "Yes, I'm talking about Draco."

Hermione's eyes narrowed, "Did he do something, Gin?"

"Not exactly…well… sort of… you see…. I like him… a lot."

Hermione and Luna squealed nonsensically together.

Ginny glared, "This is not a situation for squealing! I am a state of utter confusiosity!"

"Ginny," began Hermione, "that's not a word."

"You are missing the point! I don't know what I should do or if I should do anything or if he even likes me at all or if he does if he'll even notice me once I transfer back to Gryffindor or…"

"Make a move."

"What?" asked Ginny in disbelief as she looked at the brunette who had offered the suggestion.

"I said make a move," Hermione repeated.

Ginny still wasn't sure she had heard right.

"I agree with Hermione," said Luna, "you should make a move."

"Are you sure? I mean, what if he–"

"Trust me, Gin," Hermione began, smiling, "he won't have any objections."

After the three girls had eaten their full, Ginny excused herself to go meet the team for the pre-game motivational gathering. Hermione and Luna wished her good luck as she got up to exit the hall. Once out of sight, the two girls grinned at each other.

"Took her long enough to admit it!" exclaimed Luna.

"And she doesn't even realize how much he clearly wants her!" Hermione added.

"Yes, clearly." Agreed Luna, "He never takes his eyes off of her when their together!"

"She'd better make that move," mused the brunette.

"She will, but if she chickens out, I don't think Draco would mind making it for her."

Hermione had to agree with that assessment.

"Anyways, I have to go Hermione. I need to wish Blaise good-luck before the game!"

Hermione waved good-bye before muttering, "Yes, Luna, I'm sure 'wish' is an excellent choice of verb for this situation."

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Several minutes later, Luna found a hiding place in the passage way leading from the Gryffindor change room to the pitch. "Yes," she thought to herself, "this will do nicely for a little 'good-luck wishing'". Now she just had to wait.

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Draco paced the floor in front of his team. They had come so far this season. The Quidditch House Cup was so close. It all came down to this game. He chose his words carefully before he spoke.

"I see in your eyes the same uncertainty that would take the heart of me. The day may come when the courage of Slytherin fails; when we forsake our house and break all hopes of victory; but it is not this day - an hour of bludgers and shattered brooms, when Slytherin pride comes crashing down - but it is not this day! This day we fight!"

Ginny stared at him in disbelief; the rest of the team did the same. Did those words really just come out of his mouth?

Amidst the confusion, one single Slytherin let out one single clap. Then another. Slowly the rest of the team joined in building speed and volume as they went. Ginny tried not to laugh. She couldn't believe they were slow-clapping.

After the applause died down, Draco spoke again, "Slytherin, let's hunt some lion."

Ginny whacked her forehead.

The team filed out of the changeroom, Blaise closing the door behind them, and made their way to the pitch.

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One moment Blaise was following the team, the next he found himself pulled into a small wooden alcove.

"Hi, Blaise." Luna began, "I just wanted to wish you good luck." She then proceed to grab the back of his head with surprising force and pull his face to hers.

After snogging for a few delightful minutes, Blaise paused to get a breath. "I think I need a little more luck," he said with a grin.

Luna smiled back, "Not a problem." And she proceed to deeply kiss him once more.

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The Gryffindor team had just been called out, now it was Slytherin's turn. The voice of the younger Creevy brother rang out.

"Now fans, I give you SLYTHERIN!"

The team strode out amidst the roaring cheers of the Slytherin house as well as a few select members of other houses.

"Starting today we have Draco Malfoy as Seeker." Cheers followed as Draco smirked towards the crowd with a slight wave of his hand.

"Starting Chasers are Caden Blythe, Theodore Nott, and Ginny Weasley!" More cheering followed, and Ginny heard several Gryffindors join in when her name was called.

"With bats in hand, we have Gregory Goyle and Vincent Crabbe."

Once the cheering died down, Dennis called the last player. "And in the Keeper position is Blaise Zabini!"

Some people started cheering but then began looking around in confusion. Draco did the same. "Where the hell is Zabini?"

Just then Blaise ran onto the pitch, breathless, with very messy hair and somewhat swollen lips.

"I'm here, I'm here."

Draco took in his appearance with a bemused smirk, "What have you been up to?"

Blaise grinned sheepishly, "Just getting us some good luck."

Madam Hooch stepped onto the field. "Players in the air," she yelled sharply.

The Slytherin team ascended, opposite the Gryffindors.

Madam Hooch opened the trunk, letting the snitch and bludgers free. Draco watched the snitch hover around the players momentarily before zipping off, out of sight.

Madam Hooch grasped the quaffle and prepared to toss it.

As it left her hands, Draco muttered to himself, "So it begins."

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The whistle blew, the quaffle was in the air and the adrenaline was pumping through Ginny's veins. Gryffindor got the quaffle first, but within moments Ginny had intercepted a pass intended for Katie Bell. The beaters went straight for Ginny and though she avoided getting hit, she could not get a clear shot at the hoops. She passed sideways to Nott who took a shot which Ron managed to block. Gryffindor was in possession once more.

Ginny turned to fly towards the Slytherin end when she heard Ron call out, "You don't have a chance. Malfoy's never beaten Harry to the snitch! Might as well kiss the cup good-bye!"

If he said anything else Ginny didn't hear it. She was zooming towards her end, new determination in her mind.

Zabini blocked a shot and passed the quaffle up to Blaise who passed it to Ginny. Ginny flew straight for Ron then darted right while throwing left.

"Slytherin scores the first goal! 10-0 for Slytherin!"

"We'll just see about that, Ron!" yelled Ginny, eyes gleaming.

Half an hour later, Slytherin was still ahead but only by 50 points. The score was 80-30 for Slytherin. Ginny had to admit that Gryffindor was playing a lot better than last time they had met. It seemed unlikely that Slytherin would get ahead by 150 points. The fate of the game lay in Draco.

Draco circled overhead of the game. It was forty-five minutes in and there still hadn't been a sighting of the snitch. The Slytherin team was playing well but he realized it would ultimately be up to him the win the game. Just as he had that thought, he saw the tiniest tinkle of gold at the far side of the pitch. He was already flying.

Harry had seen the snitch too and was coming at in from the other side. As Draco and Harry neared the fluttering ball of gold it suddenly dipped straight downwards, nearly causing them to crash into one another. Messily they both went into a downward dive following the snitch as if their lives depended on it.

The snitch wasn't making it easy. It zigzagged back and forth and up and down, making the two rivals dizzy. Draco stretched out his arm as far as he could reach, determination etched clearly on his face. On his left, Harry did the same.

He was so close, so close. Draco's face twisted in concentration, he would not lose this one to Potter, he couldn't. Draco was aware of nothing as he and Potter battled for the snitch. It was if the world had gone silent. Suddenly, his fingers grasped a small metal object and the world exploded. The sound was deafening. Draco looked down into his palm and saw a little golden sphere with fluttering wings attached to it. He had caught the snitch.

Ginny saw it happen. She saw his fingers enclose about the golden ball. She saw the look of part shock, part joy cross his face as he realized what he had done. She flew towards him echoes of Hermione's words filling her mind, "Make a move."

The team was in the air, celebrating and congratulating each other, but only one player was currently on Ginny's mind, and she spotted him amongst the chaos, still grasping the snitch as though he was afraid to let it go. She flew right beside him, hopped onto his broom in front of him as she had done before. Ginny looked straight into his eyes, pulled his head toward hers and kissed him. Some people get a spark, some people get fireworks, but at this moment Ginny and Draco got a full volcanic eruption.

Draco couldn't think of anything else but the red head who was pressed up right against him. The world was one fire. Their lips met, hot and burning. All the sexual tension between them has built up right for this moment. Their lips parted for the briefest moment to gasp in some oxygen, before immediately returning to each, burning with desire. They were aware of nothing, neither cat calls, nor calls of fury (being emitted from our favourite red head brother).

As their kiss broke off, Ginny looked into Draco's eyes, trying to read his expression. Lust was clearly evident, but beyond that there was a little something more, dare she say it, love? Ginny broke into a smile and Draco smiled back at her, not a smirk, a smile. As they slowly descended to the ground Ginny thought, "Hermione really is the smartest witch of our age."

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Ginny Weasley of Gryffindor had just stepped out of her charms classroom, intent on going to the Great Hall for lunch, when she was accosted by her Slytherin boyfriend of two months, Draco Malfoy. He grabbed her hand and pulled her into a conveniently located broom closet. Ginny didn't bother to resist. This occurrence happened often.

After several minutes of heated snogging, Ginny insisted she had to get some lunch.

Draco looked down at her with a smirk. "The lady must eat. I understand." As he led her out of the broom closet another smirk came across his face, "You know Gin, I still think I like you better in Slytherin colours."

Ginny looked down to see she was wearing his tie. How had that happened?

A/N. Time for the awkward 'end-of-story-author-message'. This is it my dear readers! Thanks for sticking with me despite the admittedly long gaps between updating. Thanks for all your kind reviews and suggestions. BYE!