Okay guys...so i've few stories and somewhere a long that came with my own! xD Im pretty new to this so just say what ya think! :)
Ron Weasley was harshly woken up from his then peaceful sleep. "Ronald! Get up! Don't make me go up there" What time is it? "Hurry Up! You're going to make your sister late! Never in your life were you late, stop being selfish and GET. UP." Blah blah blah..does she ever stop?
"RONALD" the screams were enough to get Ron onto his feet and notice the time – 6.30. Why the bloody hell is she waking me up at this time? There was nearly four hours until Ginny Weasley, the youngest of the Weasleys, was leaving for her last year in Hogwards. After the fall of Voldemort everyone returned to Hogwards the year after. That was last year.
Ginny was already sitting at the table, her red hair put up into a messy bun, from her expression obvious she was just as exhausted as Ron. Not looking at his mother Ron dared to ask "Mum, it takes 10 minutes to get there..you know that right?" surprised at the sudden wave of courage he looked up in the direction of Molly Weasley. Molly was not a woman you would want to cross. She never was and now, with the death of her husband everything was getting progressively worse.
"Em mum wants us to take muggle transport" yawned Ginny, slightly disgusted, when she noticed her mother had no intentions to reply to her brother. Muggle transport. Muggle bloody everything. Ever since Arthur passed away, little over a moth ago, Molly was obsessed with doing as much as she could the 'muggle way'. No one dared to object. In fact, no one was left to object. George and Fred left as soon as they could and Ginny was now leaving too. I wont be able to handle this on my own.
Hermione's alarm read 8.04 when she woke up. Usually on this day she would be running around the house with that strange old feeling. An unusual mix of sadness and excitement. Now, the excitement part was gone. There is nothing she looked forward to this year.. It's never going to be the same. At this realisation she felt a tear silently roll down her cheek..she wasn't ready for this. She laid on her bed, as she had those seven years ago, silently listening to her mum walking about downstairs and dreading the thought of leaving them.
With a heavy sigh she got up. Walking downstairs she hugged her mother and kissed her goodbye. It was different before, all those years she was leaving her parents to be with her friends..now she was leaving both her friends and her family. Well technically she wasn't leaving them, they were leaving her.. she thought to herself bitterly. Shrinking her bags she smiled, well I wont miss everyone. No, not them. She was sure as hell she wont be missing Pansy Parkinson. Or Blaize Zabini. Nor Draco Malfoy. None of those slimy, pitiful, useless gits from Slytherin. Its not the constant name-calling that bothered her. She's somehow gotten used to it. Up until fifth year she ignored them..after that she didn't even care. What bothered her was their attitudes. The pretending. Cold, almost icy heart. But she held no grudges, sure it was them that helped he develop her confidence. Hermione Granger was no longer the timid, unsure girl she used to be..she grew stronger. The war has changed her. The war changed everybody.
"Bloody hell" 15 minutes, standing in the rain and abnormal cold just waiting on a bus..a bus? I didn't go to Hogwards for 7 years so I can use muggle transport. Before Ron had a chance to think about the consequences he grabbed his shivering sister by her elbow and dragged her behind the bus stop. "Fuck this, we are leaving" He grabbed his now thankful looking sister and her ungodly amount of luggage and apparated with a loud crack.
Of course Harry Potter had his own flat. He left his so-called-relatives as soon as he turned 17. Even though Molly always made him feel more than welcome he felt that he needed his peace, especially now. The clock read 8.20 when Ron and Ginny suddenly showed up in the middle of a small and cosy living room. "Merlin, I could have still been in bed" Ginny mumbled as she walked upstairs. Yea, tell me about.
Mmm he always looks good when he's asleep. With his hair messed up over his eyes and half naked firm torso. Quickly checking Ron didn't follow her, she slipped into his room and closed the door behind her. Wow. Ever so lightly she sat down beside him and touched his skin. Oh how I'm gonna miss him. Moving her fingertips down his chest she felt him twitch underneath her touch. Without thinking Ginny slowly ran her hand down under the red silk sheets and traced her fingers along his hard as rock shaft. A soft moan escaped her lips as she felt the wetness spread in between her warm thighs. The urge to touch herself was overwhelming. The urge to touch him was even worse..do I dare? Closing her eyes she lightly rolled the tip of his stiff cock between her fingers. Oh. God. A sleepy groan snapped her back into reality and forced her to open her eyes. Oh Merlin he's waking up.
With no time to think she got down on her knees and silently slipped underneath his bed. I held his dick..held him. Her growing obsession with her brother's best mate was getting out of hand, even Ginny had to admit so. Not like anyone else knew. She wanted him..so desperately. Closing her eyes once again she brought her fingertips up to her mouth and let the slowly slide down over her small breast. What would it feel like if he touched me? Would I live past the pleasure? She imagined him touching her..licking her every night. It was so unbelievably good then she can't even begin to imagine the pleasure he could bring her. If he wanted. Having to bite her lip hard to stop her from moaning, she realized her fingers found their way underneath her panties, uncontrollably moving back and forth.