A/N: Wow. It's been a while. I am sorry. This is a little long even for me. I am sorry people. I haven't updated for two months! I solemnly swear to try to update at least once a month, even if I have to pull an all-nighter.

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Ginny Weasley was watching her brothers on their Shooting Stars™ and Cleansweeps™. They looked almost heroic, up in the sky, careless and free. They were playing Quidditch; Bill, Percy, and Ron on one team and Charlie, Fred and George on the other. It was mesmerising to watch them. But Ginny's mother, Molly, wouldn't let her join them. Ginny was the first Weasley girls for quite a few generations, so Molly, understandably, wanted to teach her girly things. Really annoying girly things.

Ginny didn't want to be a girly girl. She wanted to fly around on her own broom and do cool tricks and defeat the boys at Quidditch. Ginny could imagine the awesome smugness and bragging rights now. So when the boys were done, Ginny decided to go for a walk... A long walk, in the forest around the Quidditch pitch, where she was so not going to steal a broom. So she walked over to the broom shed. Ginny looked around quickly, no one was around.

She grasped the doorknob and tried to turn it. Locked. Ginny tried a little harder. She got nothing. A little bit harderer. There was still nothing. Ginny braced a foot against the wall, and yanked as hard as she could. Again there was nothing. Ginny sighed dejectedly. She turned away. Maybe next time she thought. Just as Ginny was about to open the Burrow's door, an almost-silent click came from the broom shed. She smiled. Ginny walked back to the shed and apprehensively opened the door, as if she was expecting an alarm to go off.

The inside of the shed wasn't how Ginny expected it to be. The brooms were tossed all over the place willy-nilly. All over each other, like they were just plain old sticks. She gingerly picked up Ron's Shooting Star™. It was the slowest; Ginny figured it was the best choice for someone who had never been on a broom before. Ginny walked to the forest near the Burrow, and mounted her broom with some trepidation.

Gingerly, no pun intended, Ginny kicked off from the ground. Way too hard. The broom shot into the air like a rocket. Ginny put on the brakes as fast as she could, but she was still, undeniably, trapped in a cloud. It was white, wet and cold. Ginny had previously thought being on a cloud would be warm and fluffy. She flew in what she thought was down, but in a cloud one can't be sure. Ginny eventually came to the end of the aerial labyrinth.

Ginny looked around and found she was almost directly above her home. It looked tiny from way up there. She gently lowered the broom until she was fairly close to the Burrow and started to figure out how to steer. Lean forward, go faster; Lean back, slow down; leaning left and right made you turn in the respective direction. It was amazing. She felt suspended in time, like it was some sort of liquid.

Ginny couldn't stay up there long; it had taken a while to find her way out of the cloud. It was dusk; the sun was just starting to ting the sky an exceedingly tasteful shade of crimson. The clouds were pink and orange now. Ginny wondered if they would still be wet and cold, but there wasn't really time to find out. Ginny flew, wobbling ever so often, down to the broom shed and stashed the Cleansweep™ back in the broom shed. Ron wouldn't notice.

"Ginny!" Molly called from the kitchen. "There you are, I was just about to send the boys after you!". Ginny smiled and Molly hugged her.

"Sorry, Mum," Ginny apologised.

"That's quite alright, dear,".

Ginny stole one last look at the broom shed. It was the first, and by all means, there were many more to come.

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So, um, yeah... (Awkward silence) What do you guys think? I mean I getting reviews as much as the next person, but they're not life or death to me. I write for myself and no one else. However it might be prudent to note that flaming me to update faster might work. On another note, I saw Deathly Hallows Part 1 yesterday! It was so epic!