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– The Quidditch match was coming to an end, and tension hung over the pitch. Gryffindor and Slytherin were tied, and everything depended on the next move. Ginny Weasley flew with precision and confidence, her eyes fixed on the Golden Snitch. The Gryffindor fans were in a frenzy, and you, sitting in the stands, could barely take your eyes off her.

Suddenly, Ginny shot towards the Snitch. With impressive agility, she reached out and caught it. The whistle blew, and the crowd erupted in celebration. Gryffindor had won!

Ginny landed on the ground, the Snitch still glowing in her hand. She was radiant, her red hair tousled by the wind, a wide smile lighting up her face. But instead of celebrating with the team, she looked straight at you. Without thinking twice, Ginny ran towards you, dodging the crowd that was beginning to invade the field.

Before you could say anything, she climbed up to the stands, holding out her hands to you. – "Come here!" – she said, her voice hoarse with emotion.

You smiled and held out your hands to her, allowing Ginny to pull you down. In one swift movement, she wrapped her arms around your waist and lifted you into the air, spinning you around while the crowd still screamed in celebration. You laughed, holding onto her shoulders, your face flushed with happiness.

– "You're my luck." – she replied, without hesitation, before kissing you right there, in front of everyone. The kiss was warm and full of passion, and the screams and applause around you seemed to get louder. It didn't matter that everyone was watching – in that moment, there was only you and Ginny.

When you finally pulled away, still with your faces close, Ginny smiled. – "Now, I think the victory just got even better." –

the rest of the team finally caught up with Ginny, surrounding the two of you in celebration.