It's All For You

Hi everyone! This is a short, plotless one-shot that my friend, Fleur3611, and I are writing together. It will only be one post long.

DISCLAIMER: Obviously I am not JK Rowling, and I do not own any of these marvelous characters.

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Ginny Weasley squealed excitedly as she hurled the Quaffle into the Slytherin goal.

"GRYFFINDOR LEADS SEVENTY TO FIFTY!" boomed the announcer's voice. The whole right side of the Quidditch stadium erupted into cheers as Ginny high-fived her teammates.

The referee's whistle sounded, and the game resumed. Ginny Weasley was once again in possession of the Quaffle. She shot across the field in a colorful blur, her scarlet robes blending in with her vibrant hair.

"GINNY WEASLEY IS GOING FOR ANOTHER GOAL!" screamed the announcer.

Almost there, thought Ginny. She hefted the Quaffle up to throw it into the ring -

WHAM! A massive Slytherin beater rammed into her from behind. She was flung off of her broom and a dizzying sea of black, black, black enveloped her vision.

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Draco Malfoy's breath caught in his throat. Goyle had just knocked Ginny off her broomstick! He watched, perched atop his broom, as the petite figure fell limply to the groud. She collided with the ground with a dull thump.

Do something, ref! Draco thought crazily. Apparently, the referee hadn't seen the deliberate foul.

Draco no longer cared about the game. "Ginny!" he breathed hoarsely. He maneuvered his broomstick to face the ground where she lay, and shot down to help her.

He landed swiftly and struggled to dismount. He ran, gasping, towards Ginny's small, immobile body that lay sprawled in the mud. She was unconscious.

He knelt down and gently brushed a stray strand of hair off of her pale face.

"Ginny," he murmured, "Wake up. It's Draco." Above them, the game continued on. Slytherin scored, and the crowd exploded into a frenzied cheer. No one realized that Draco was with Ginny.

Draco shook her gently. "Ginny!"

She didn't move.

"Dammit!" Draco cursed silently. He remounted his broom in a fit of boiling rage. "GOYLE!" he screamed.

He pushed off of the ground as hard as he could, and set his broom, aiming it straight at the boy who had probably killed Ginny - the girl who he was always cruel to, the girl he had grown to love. And she'll never know I love her, he thought angrily. Because of Goyle, stupid Goyle! He killed her!

"Ho, Draco!" called Goyle happily as Draco zoomed straight at him. He waved.

BAM! Draco's fist crashed into Goyle's skull, a satisfying crack echoing in Draco's ears. Draco brought his fist back to strike Goyle again, but a sudden sound stopped him.

Cough, cough. A feeble coughing sound was coming silently from below. Ginny! She was alive! He dropped his fist and rocketed to the ground, where she was stirring.

"Ginny!" he mumbled, "you're okay!"

"Malfoy?" she whispered, her eyes fluttering. It must be an angel, thought Ginny.

"Yeah, it's me. You're all right now, Ginny. I've got you." Ever so carefully, he bent down to pick her up, pecking a soft kiss on her ashen cheek.

Ginny sighed blissfully. She was safe.



-End