"Come on, Ginny's not bad," said George fairly, sitting down next to Fred. "Actually, I dunno how she got so good, seeing how we never let her play with us."

"She's been breaking into your broom shed in the garden since the age of six and taking each of your brooms out in turn when you weren't looking," said Hermione from behind her tottering pile of Ancient Rune books.

"Oh," said George, looking mildly impressed. "Well - that'd explain it."

-Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix, Chapter Twenty-Six

Ginny peered cautiously around the corner of the doorframe into the kitchen. Molly Weasley was humming something to herself (which sounded horribly like that Celestina Warbeck song Ginny hated) and magicking a spoon to stir a cauldron full of that night's supper, her back to the hallway where Ginny was currently standing; Bill, Charlie, Percy, and her father were in Diagon Alley, picking up school supplies; Fred and George were at a friend's house, and Ron was with their Uncle Bilius for the day.

The coast was clear.

Opening it so it wouldn't creak, Ginny slid out the back door and over the broom shed. She swung the door open wide and stood for a moment, contemplating the brooms: whose to take?

Percy's, she decided after a moment's dilemma. He never rode it anyway and would never notice it had been used.

A short while later, Ginny was happily soaring over the tree tops, feeling ecstatic. Flying was brilliant. In the air, there were no worries except not flying too high to be seen by Muggles or too low to be caught by her mother.

Several hours later, Ginny was still reluctant to leave Percy's broom; she did a little loop around a very high tree. Then-

"Ginny! Where are you?"

Ginny's eyes went wide.

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"Ginevra Weasley! Where in the world have you- oh, there you are! What have you been doing?" For Mrs. Weasley had rounded the corner of the house, passing the broom shed and the back door, to find Ginny sprawled on the ground, flushed and sweating. Ginny shot her an innocent grin.

"Just having a bit of fun chasing the lawn gnomes, Mum, sorry," she lied, wiping the sweat from her forehead. "I didn't hear you call."

Slightly mollified, Mrs. Weasley said, "Alright, then come inside and wash up for supper, sweetheart, your father and the boys are back from Diagon Alley, and the food is on the table." She smiled. "You'd better run along while there's still some left."

"Yes, Mum!" Ginny said quickly, leaping to her feet and racing off.

As she watched Ginny fondly, Mrs. Weasley failed to notice that the broom shed door was slightly ajar, blowing in the breeze.

A/N: I was reading the fifth book and thought of this. Hope you enjoyed it!