"Bloody ferret, I'll do his arse in next time I see him," Ginny muttered darkly, echoing her brother's sentiments. "Wait, that doesn't sound right. It doesn't matter. Ow." The Slytherin Seeker had, apparently, seen Ginny as an easy target, being a new Chaser to Gryffindor, and had managed to injure her. He was promptly bashed with a Bludger, and both Malfoy's and the youngest Weasley's pride was also injured. Ginny sat down on a wooden bench lining the walls of the changing rooms, sighing. The bruises were already blooming purple, a stark contrast to her light skin. Luna rushed in, her normally calm temperament cast aside, if only for a moment. Her hair was more like a lion's mane than usual, Ginny thought wryly, as if Luna's support for the Gryffindor Quidditch team wasn't obvious. "Are you okay? I saw you take that nasty fall and I couldn't help but rush in," Luna breathed, leaving feather-light touches all over Ginny, making sure she didn't press on the bruises. "I-I'm fine," the redhead asserted, clearing her throat when she realized just how close they were. She swallowed and inhaled, taking in the heady scent of Luna's perfume, something soft and sweet, just like her. This had the opposite effect than she hoped. Instead of calming Ginny, her pulse quickened, heart racing and thudding against her chest, like a Snitch struggling against the fingers clasped around it, wanting to be free. 

(I'll write more tomorrow, I'm super tired rn, what do you think? Also, many thanks to Stargazer for this suggestion)