Harry could see it coming, and stood, grinning, the better for his lover to pick him out as she now paused mid-moving the ball up the field so she could yank him close and give him a passionate fly-by snog of her own. Harry felt Ginny gasp into his mouth as he embraced her and kissed her back, tugging her flush against him so that the gorgeous redhead nearly fell off her broom. Harry didn't care. Snogging his girl, even if it took stopping a Quidditch match mid-play to find the time for such kissing, was always worth it.