A/N: I'm not too certain if I am to continue with Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince of Pollentia. Not after the REAL HBP has been out and such. Ah well, here's me new project.

Disclaimer: Ain't mine . . . I love JKR.

Chapter One: After the Win

The first kiss from Ginny's point of view.

To say that the Gryffindor Qudditch teamwas disappointed about Harry's detentions with Snape would be the understatement of the century. He was our captain, our leader, the one who had brought us all together, and he wouldn't even be there for the last game. No one was more upset about the whole thing than Harry was of course. The look of complete distress that was on his face when he told us still makes my heart clench. It was impossible to get angry with him really, not after looking like someone killed his puppy or something. But who could blame him? Aside from his third year, the boy had never finished a Qudditch season.

Ron was also a bit upset about the whole thing. I suppose he felt he would do badly without Harry being there or something, which is partially understandable. My brother just has no confidence in himself, that's all, and I knew Harry was a source of comfort during the game. Not only for Ron, Harry was my source of comfort as well. I'll never admit it to anyone, not even myself really, but I've always loved watching Harry play Qudditch. The look of concentration he wears during the game, how his eyes shine with determination after he first sees the snitch, and finally, his smile of triumph he wears after the game is won. At practices, and during the other two games I've played with him, I would always watch Harry from the corner of my eye, enjoying the way my heart leapt every time I saw him.

So, I'd say I was a little nervous about the game after Harry said he couldn't play. To top it all off, Harry then declared I would be taking his place and Dean would take mine. I almost fainted when he told me. Not only would I have to deal with seeing Dean all over again, which was not something I was looking forward to, the competition would be me and Cho. Cho Chang, the first girl Harry ever fancied, the first girl he ever snogged. Eugh, the thought still makes my stomach queasy. Of course, I had played against Cho before, but for some reason, this time was different. I had a new form of hatred towards her, and my whole body shook with jealousy every time I thought of them together. Her long black hair, her perfect smile, and her stupid flirty giggles; everything about her hit a nerve. Granted, I was supposed to have given up on Harry, and all of these feelings I had created on my own, but I couldn't help it really. Dean had nothing on Harry, in fact, everything he did I would compare to "The Chosen One". I was surprised our relationship had lasted as long as it did, and was beyond excited when it was finally over.

I can proudly say that we won the Qudditch Cup, and I did catch the snitch right under Cho Chang's nose again. It wasn't my fault she kept throwing angry glances toward me the entire game. Although, I can't imagine why she did that . . .

All of the Gryffindors celebrated the entire way to the common room, and then anxiously awaited Harry's arrival. I only semi-participated in the fun and games, I was far more distracted with my 'in-the-head' speech I was preparing for the raven haired boy about how I had caught the snitch before his "perfect" ex-girlfriend. I vaguely remember Dean trying to talk to me, but I shunned him away, my mind on other, more important things. I was so distracted, in fact, that I didn't even notice him enter the common room. That is, not until I jumped about ten feet in the air because every other Gryffindor roared with Harry's arrival. When I looked up and saw him, I could not control myself. Flying off the chair I was sitting on, I ran towards him, wanting nothing more than to hold him forever.

Being in Harry's arms was, to say in the least, the most incredible feeling in the world. I remember the first time he hugged me, after I "accidentally" crashed into the commentary box right after our match against Hufflepuff. Of course, he let go almost immediately so I didn't get a chance to enjoy the feeling of complete bliss he gave me. This hug in the common room lasted a lot longer than the one on the Qudditch Pitch though, and I never wanted to release him. Before I knew it though, he was letting me go, gently pushing me away, and I couldn't contain my feeling of disappointed that fell in the pit of my stomach.

I thought then that would be the very last time I would be in Harry's arms. I didn't feel as though I would ever gain the courage necessary to hug him again. However, before a word could escape my throat, I felt a pair of warm lips upon my own. Harry was kissing me. I think I remember hearing Dean break the glass he was holding behind me, but that didn't matter now. I didn't care how many people were watching, how Ron was going to flip in a matter of seconds, or Hermione's smug face she was sure to give me later. All I could think about was how soft Harry's lips were . . .

I'm not too certain how long the kiss lasted. Time didn't seem to be in existence at that moment where all of my dreams were coming true. As my lips parted, and I allowed him to enter my mouth, I knew I would never be the same again. Kissing Harry was something I had never felt before. He tasted utterly delicious, although I couldn't exactly tell you what it was. My entire body went numb with excitement, and my mouth still tingles with the memory. The only two people I had ever kissed before that moment were Michael Corner and Dean Thomas, but I knew I could never kiss them ever again. It just wouldn't be the same, not after knowing what that was like. In the back of my mind, I vaguely wondered how Cho gave him up so easily.

We parted, much to my disappointed. I saw Harry looking around the room, and I knew he was searching for my brother. His eyes stopped moving, and in them I saw pure happiness. Curious, I followed his gaze to my brother who was actually smiling. I felt my heart skip a beat as Harry looked down at me again, a grin on his face. I smiled at him back, knowing he was the one, and no man could ever take his place.