Some Things Are More Important

AN: I love femme slash. Loooove it. I've written quite a few and have two on going, thanks for the reviews so far on those but I wrote them before I wrote this one. When I first started it, I had no idea where it was going to go. Someone said they loved the Quidditch sequence and I started typing out another. This, by far, is my favorite of all my fanfictions that I've written. So, I'm posting it all at once, please let me know what you think. I think I've finally achieved here what I was trying to in the others.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or much of anything

WARNINGS: HOMOSEXUALITY should not be a warning but there you have it. It's rated M for a reason. Flamers will be dealt with.

Read and review! It gives me life.

Ginny growled, giving her broom a tug and pulled up, out of the way. Blaise Zabini smirked as he shot past, twirling wildly to keep her off of him, of course. Falmouth was so much better with him and bloody Malfoy. It was just like Hogwarts all over again and they were positively infuriating.

"FINNEY!" She roared at the hulking Beater for the Holyhead Harpies, her team, "GET YOUR SHITE TOGETHER!" laying out on her broom, she decided to try a move she hadn't in years, pushing it to a whole new level to chase Blaise. Another Harpie Chaser, roaring at the other Beater and by the name of Hexia Nines saw what she was doing and laid out as well. They were going to target Blaise Zabini and take him out. Ginny could only hope that their Keeper, Charles Wingham, would recognize what was about to happen and move in time.

Ginny leaned lower, nearly laying herself flat to her broom and snarled as her helmet blew off. She never tied the strap tightly enough, it was uncomfortable. She'd fetch it or another after she showed up Blaise. Her long and dark red hair whipped wildly behind her and she glanced to her left, spotting Hexia. Jerking her head to the right to signal which way she was going, Ginny swerved and Hexia joined her.

To be sure she could stop, Ginny slid her foot back, hooking the strap of dragonhide leather (a gift from Charlie) into the brooms stand. Blaise was fast, he'd make her have to stand on it to stop at all. He was also close, speeding toward Wingham to make the goal. Wingham spotted her and nodded, leaning slightly.

The blasted ex-Slytherin spotted the nod or the lean, perhaps both and looked over his shoulder, crystal blue eyes widening. Ginny was flattered that he'd studied her enough to know any of her routines and plays.

"too bad I'm a lesbian." she smirked, lowering a tad more and giving him a fierce look. He checked over his other shoulder and spotted Hexia but there was no time. She was going to breeze up beside him, force him to the right and if he still tried to make the goal, Ginny would buzz by to snatch it well before it reached Wingham. Really, she thought smugly, I should have been a Seeker. Someone shouted behind her but she was too focused. Speaking of Seekers, she was sure it had been Malfoy, Falmouth's Seeker and Captain.

Blaise did the only thing he could do to avoid this play, he veered straight up, swinging the Quaffle like a bowling ball, as Hermione had told her it was called, straight for Wingham. Ginny snarled, ready for him, ignoring Malfoy yelling her name now and caught the Quaffle. She'd just had time to register the look of fear on Wingham's face, the fear in Malfoy's voice and she turned, eyes wide and standing on her broom. The first bludger smacked her right in the stomach, forcing the air out of her and she dropped the Quaffle, and let go of her broom.

Luckily, Charlie's boots held tightly to the stand. Blaise, too far away, was diving, hand outstretched to grab Ginny as the broom swung her about wildly and she struggled to do a sit up, to grab hold of her broomstick. It was normally such an easy thing to do but she was sure she had several broken ribs. The second bludger was slammed down by Falmouth, the crowds were roaring so loudly that she couldn't hear Draco's shout but she saw him diving into a Wronskei Feint and she knew the other was coming back, having knocked Wingham for a loop.

Letting her muscles relax, Ginny dropped, and had time to realize her mistake, to realize she'd dropped right into the path of the bludger as it smacked her into the held consciousness long enough to know she was falling. She knew Blaise and Draco would reach her and had the sense to stretch out her arms before everything went black.

Ginny dreamed. She dreamed she was a little girl, flying through the air led by two horses. One was white, one was black. Strange creatures surrounded her with long sticks, the tips glowing while their faces and voices faded in and out. She dreamed of a pack of red bears, roaring and yelling and crying. Looking down at herself, Ginny realized she was a bear too. The bears were sad because the horses had taken her away, she supposed.

The Ginny was smiling, and she knew who she was. She was Ginny Weasley, Holyhead Harpie Chaser of the Year. Or, forever, in her opinion. But, Ginny had no idea where she was. The room was pure and white and startling. A whistle blew in the distance and she grinned, recognizing the call of the Hogwarts Express.

Ginny!

A beautiful voice sang her name, like an angel, shouting in the distance. Somehow, the voice was in her head though, not in the strange, white train station.

"Wotcher, Gin!" a man boomed, "what are you doin here so soon?" Ginny turned and her heart exploded with happiness, sending shots through her entire body, right into her soul. She immediately began to sob, even though she didn't know how it was possible, tripping over to her brother and flinging herself into his arms.

"FRED!" Fred laughed, holding her tightly and swaying back and forth as he cried too, taken too soon in battle.

"Oy, Ninny." He sighed, voice nearly a whisper, "I've missed you so."

"Oh Fred, I love you." she whispered, "we all do, we love you so much, we miss you every day." He nodded, cupping her face and wiping her tears with his thumbs.

"I miss you too, littlest love." He whispered, voice tight. Tears continued to stream down her face freely and the train's whistle blew, still far off but getting closer. "you're not supposed to be here, Gin."

Ginny Weasley! You will not give up! DO YOU HEAR ME?

"I'm...I'm dead." Ginny realized, looking around, "I'm dead and- oh, Fred! The bludger!" He nodded, sad,

"Gin, I'd love to keep you." he whispered, "and tell George I love him, and mum- oh, just tell them all. Tell them I'm whole and happy, and I'll be waiting when they get here too. But, the train is coming and it's just not your time, baby sister."

Ginny!

The angel was more distant now, still in Ginny's head. But, Fred tilted his as though listening and grinned,

"she seems nice."

"I...they need me, don't they?" Fred nodded, "but...I've missed you, Fred. I don't-"

"I love you, Gin, and you're not a bear." Fred whispered and she closed her eyes, clinging to the feel of his hands on her face, the feel of his lips on her forehead. "go home, Gin. Go home."

AN2 Did you cry? I cried. I cried hard. I love Fred. Sigh.