What?

"That Quidditch-playing wench..."she muttered furiously through clenched teeth as her right hand performed some rather acrobatic twists and turns under her skirt. The tip of her tongue poked out the corner of her mouth as it always did when she was concentrating on something. Her left hand tightened convulsively round the Omnioculars as the breath she'd been holding all this while released itself in an explosive sigh and she felt the buildup of tension ebb away, albeit in a rather wet manner.

Looking edgily round to make sure no-one had been enjoying a free show, Ginny trained the Omnioculars once more on the blue and gray figures racing around the pitch, and on one figure in particular who rose above the rest. The figure seemed to be scanning the pitch for something before suddenly heading at a breakneck pace, apparently on a collision course with one of the towers, but she pulled up short just in time, holding aloft a glimmer of gold in her right hand. The rest of the team gradually slowed to a stop and chattering gaily, headed back to the castle. Ginny raced down out of the deserted stands and just as she spotted Cho in front of her she crashed slapbang into-Harry.

"OUCH, Ginny, if you want to practice being a Bludger go out on the pitch and ask Madam Hooch to charm you, why don't you?" Harry snapped as he gingerly picked himself up. Cho, hearing Ginny's shriek, had immediately shot over and started fussing over her.

"Poor sweet doodle-ums, did you hurt yourself knocking into big clumsy Harry?" she cooed while shooting terrorist-style looks at Harry, who just stood there spluttering indignantly like someone had just announced via the Sonorus charm the exact measurements of his family jewels. "Oh come off it, Harry, you can't possibly blame Cho for not wanting you, not when I have so much more to offer," Ginny smirked, slipping a possessively seductive arm round Cho's waist for support. "After all, you have to admit, sitting on a broomstick all day...I should hardly think it'd be doing wonders for your 'little boy' now, do you?" Harry turned various shades of the lower end of the color spectrum all within a few seconds, before his face finally decided on a rather hideous mix of reddish-purple tinged with the barest hint of green.

Ginny and Cho left him there, sashaying away as they noticed the fine wisps of smoke emanating off the top of his head, and were busy locking lips and tossing away the key long before they'd even reached the end of the corridor.

"Poor Potter. Getting a little dose of pottiness from his pretties now, is he?" Harry closed his eyes. How he hated that lilting drawl, soothing as it was to his extremely frayed nerves right then...Wait. Soothing? Where had that come from? His eyes snapped open and he turned around and looked straight into Draco Malfoy's charcoal gray eyes, glinting with derisive amusement and...something else. Harry's lips twitched. He grabbed Draco by the scruff of his neck and dragged him away before he could protest, determined now to find out exactly what it was that boys (especially frustrated ones) did when they were alone.