For the QLFC S5 R12; written as a reserve for the seeker; characters were ron & ginny

It's drizzling outside. The sky is a solemn and dreary grey and the tree leaves droop under the weight of the rain. A light summer storm was passing through their town, had been for the past week or so, resulting in a lot of restless people in too cramped space of the Burrow.

Ginny perches herself by the window and stares gloomily out. At least the garden gnomes seemed to be enjoying themselves, she thinks idly, if the high pitched squeaking and periodic splattering was any indication.

Molly Weasley had taken one look outside the window, then sharply told the lot of them that they were under no circumstances allowed to play quidditch in this weather. That had gotten her a whole lot of complaining, but they all filed upstairs after breakfast anyways.

Currently, Ginny is holed up in Ron's room. Percy was too boring — he was content to sit and read, for Merlin's sake — and the twins were up to something wacky together, judging by the small scale explosions she could hear.

"I'm so bored!" she shouts, flipping back onto his bed and staring at his poster of the Chudley Canons.

"Tell me about it," Ron grumbles from his desk, head cradled in his hands. "There's nothing interesting to do around here."

They fall into a companionable silence.

Ginny stares up at his ceiling some more, and then she gets an idea. "Hey, why don't we just go play quidditch anyways?" she asks excitedly.

She doesn't even have to look up to know he's raising an eyebrow at her so she scowls at his general direction.

"Yeah, that's a brilliant idea," he says sarcastically. "Why don't we just glide on past mum and dad with our brooms and see how that goes?"

Ginny sits up and rolls her eyes. "No, stupid. I mean we could sneak out. We could just play a quick game or two and then sneak back inside!"

Ron still looks a little reluctant, but she can tell that he's just as restless as she is. "Ok," he agrees. "Let's do it."

It's easier than either of them expect, which makes them nervous. The two of them dress is snug clothing and jump he short distance from Ron's bedroom window to the ground. On their way out, they grab the brooms from the shed outside.

Once they're out of hearing distance, Ginny bursts into laughter. "That was amazing!"

Ron can't seem to stop grinning also, and their short walk to a clearing for them to play quidditch is filled with easy banter.

The rain's lightened up a little, but it's still coming down enough to dampen her hair and clothes.

Ron selects a tree and declare it to be the goal, before tossing the ball at Ginny. Her aim to try and hit the tree, and his is to block her.

It's a game they play often, since her other brothers don't bother playing quidditch with her and she and Ron can't play a full game with only two people. They like to keep a running tally, and they're about evenly matched, so the competition is always a close one.

"Ready?" she calls, smirking.

"Bring it on," Ron grins, hands at the ready.

…

It takes another week, but the weather clears up and they're given the go ahead to play quidditch again. All of her sibling disappear outside in seconds — even Percy.

Ginny, of course, had gotten sick.

She had bemoaned the unfairness if it all, since Ron was in perfectly good health, but Percy had whispered to her in an undertone that idiots couldn't get sick, so she felt a little better.

But as it is, she's completely bedridden. The house is completely quiet, other than the noises of Molly and Arthur Weasley downstairs.

All of a sudden, there's a sharp tap on her window. Ginny ignores it at first, thinking she imagined it, when it happens again, but louder. She fights her way out of the swath of blankets and heaters and draws back her curtain.

Ron is hovering just around her window, grinning his crooked grin. He gestures for her to come out, and she asks for a few minutes before closing her curtains again and rushing about her room. Ginny's changed in record time, clothes, gear, and everything, and she practically vaults onto the back of Ron's broom. The broom dips a little dangerously in the process, but she just clings tight to his back as they fly a little ways away from the house to the field they usually use to practice quidditch in.

"Won't you get into trouble?" she asks, moving back to cough into her fist.

"Couldn't start the competition without my lifelong rival," he says solemnly, winking over his shoulder.

Ginny beams.

Their siblings are already in the midst of a game when they arrive. Ron gently lands next to Percy, who's reading by a tree.

He gives them a sharp look. "Ginny's sick. She should be resting inside."

Ron and Ginny glance at each other before rolling their eyes in unison. "Oh, sod off just this once Perce!" he says. "It's just quidditch. We play it all the time."

"She got sick because you guys insisted on playing while it was raining outside," Percy points out, but drops the topic.

Fred and George land their brooms and Ginny is distracted. She snatches one of them while they're not looking and crows triumphantly. They only have four ratty brooms within their household, so whenever they do play, some people always have to be on the sidelines.

With a loud cheer, she shoots into the air. Ron flows soon after, and he raises an eyebrow in a challenge.

Ginny gets an earful when she stumbles inside with the rest of them, but in the face of her rosy cheeked, bright eyed smile, Molly Weasley can't say much.