Hi everyone! I'm Raea Lemon, formerly known as Lupine. This is the first fic that I've written in a while so please bear with me. I also don't currently have a beta-reader and I'm writing on my BlackBerry! It's obvious that I'm probably going to have a few errors so once again, please bear with me. Thanks for reading this little bit and I hope you enjoy the first chapter!
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter nor any of the characters therin. I do not make a profit from this writing nor is the pen name Raea Lemon by any means owned by myself nor any staff that may use it.
Chapter 1
Rocket
Ginny searched the starry night sky for any sign of her brother flying home. It was nearly four o'clock in the morning and freezing cold yet Ron hadn't returned from his date.
Ginny wrapped her parka tighter around her thin form at an attempt to shield her delicate flesh from the sting of the chilly night wind. Morning wind. It was morning.
She would strangle him. She could vividly imagine her spindly fingers wrapping around his thick freckled neck. He'd turn purple and gasp for air but she wouldn't relent. Yes. He'd never keep her up waiting again.
Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a broom sweeping through the air toward her. Thankfully it was Ron.
Ginny approached him at an angry pace, arms crossed and lips thinned.
"And where have you been all bloody night long?" She exclaimed, the thoughts of choking him flying to the front of her mind.
"On a date. Things went well," Ron grinned sheepishly.
"Ew, bugger, I don't ever want to see that look on your face again. You could have rung you know. Let me know you're contracting diseases with some nasty wench somewhere instead of letting my mind wander about, imagining all the horrid things that could be happening!" Ginny glowered, stomping along behind her brother as he headed to tuck away his broom in the shed.
"Don't be so bloody dramatic, Gin'," Ron growled. He wasn't about to let her ruin his mood.
"I'm not being dramatic! I covered for your stupid arse when Mum asked where the bloody hell you were! I had to lie and tell her you and Harry were out pubbing for his birthday!" She stomped, pinning him inside the shed before he had a chance to dart off.
"Well, thanks a load but it's none of your business!" He pushed her aside and headed for the back door.
"You know if it were me in your position you'd never let me off it! Ronald!" Her attempt at continuing the fight was futile. He'd already slammed the door behind himself and was halfway up the stairs.
The next morning Ginny yanked herself out of bed and into the shower at six. She knew she needed at least a few hours before she'd be ready to catch the train to school.
After a shower and light breakfast she darted back to her room to finish any packing she'd missed before heading toward the front yard to get an early start.
"Ron! Ginny! We're leaving in five minutes!" Mrs. Weasley screeched from the kitchen. Ginny could here her mother's piercing voice all the way in the car.
It wasn't long before they were all tucked in and on their way. After arriving, pushing through crowds, finding seats, and finally getting a moment to breathe, Ginny saw it was just eleven o'clock. They'd barely made it.
It seemed like decades had passed before the train reached Hogwarts and as Ginny stood she felt muscles ache that she had no prior idea she owned.
Trudging up to the thestrals was also a pain in the arse after only two hours rest. She had Ron's stupid hide to blame for that. He was out of nagging distance, a good three cars up from she Luna, Hermione, and Dean.
"Is Ron dating at all?" Hermione piped up, canceling out the silence.
Ginny considered telling the truth. She honestly did. It was just too hard to tell Hermione that her love interest was off screwing women no doubt twice his age.
"No," it was a simple answer that seemed to satisfy Hermione for the time being.
After riding the rest of the way in silence, Ginny scurried as fast as she could to the Great Hall. She'd skipped out on the lunch trolly and was now regretting it.
It wasn't long before all the students began to pour in behind her, filling out the seats at every table. It was Ginny's fifth year and she wasn't sure she could take two more years of shuffling through crowds, pushing through gaggles of girls, and sitting down to pointless lectures only to pass out halfway through.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione sat across from her, all looking very out of place. After the war it had been decided that all students should repeat their previous year. That put the Golden Trio back at Hogwarts for their final year.
Hermione was currently shifting uncomfortably in her seat, eyes darting to Ron every time she noticed he wasn't looking. Ginny giggled to herself as she watched the two lock gazes, blush like virgins on their wedding night, and turn their eyes elsewhere.
Harry remained as oblivious as he always was, grinning like a fool at the cute little first years. They were all shaking violently under the other students' gaze. It was rather pitiful.
"Do you think the first years are small? They seem to get smaller every year, don't they?" Ron sputtered out awkwardly.
Hermione rolled her eyes, "That's because we get bigger. Therefore they seem smaller, Ronald."
"Bitch," Ron scowled.
They were so ridiculous.
"Why don't you two just snog each other and get it over with," Harry rolled his eyes and soured considerably.
"Just shut up, the lot of you," Ginny hissed, shushing them in order to get a better ear into the ceremony at hand.
That took a lifetime.
By the time Ginny finally got back to her very first private room it was nearly eleven. She opened the door, walked in cautiously, and surveyed her little dorm-apartment.
She new from off the bat she'd have to redecorate but this.. This was utterly impossible. This was grey and ugly and ridiculously drab. It needed color horridly. After turning up her nose and drawing her wand to at least add a bit of pink to the room, Ginny noticed something sitting on her pillow.
As she edged closer she saw that it was a tiny piece of paper folded up to an impossible size. Her fingers worked madly to unfold it. Once open her eyes slid down the small page.
Dearest Ginny,
I have watched you from afar,
I have kissed your face in my dreams,
I have pondered your thoughts endlessly,
Tonight I decided to send you the first of many notes.
I hope you enjoy it and look forward to more.
PS: Try adding a bit of peach to the room. It's a bit drab in here, isn't it?
-Your secret love
Ginny folded the paper, tucking it away. Harry was so sweet. With a smile she added the suggested color and curled in the bed, extremely pleased.
(Phew. So that's the first chapter. Hope you enjoyed it and look forward to more! -Raea)
