Disclaimer: Not mine. I swear. The HPUniverse belongs to JKR. Really. (Unfortunately.)
***I decided that Loneliness needed more to the story, and the suggestion of my FIRST reviewer for that story helped the idea along. Thanx!
AN: And so begins the summer... (yes, Ginny thinks about sex a lot. I will not be actually writing sex, though, no worries.)
Dear Luna, From Ginny
Dear Luna, I miss your lips… and you…
Really, it was so irritating, being in Grimmauld Place without anything to do. Ginny was cleaning the living room for the third time (Mum just wouldn't let it go!) when an owl swooped into the room, alleviating the boredom. Before Ginny could snatch the letter, however, Ron grabbed it.
"Everyone, there's a letter!" Ginny wanted to strangle her idiot brother, but it was too late – every person in the house had gathered into the living room.
Biting down on her tongue to keep from saying something nasty, Ginny leaned over Ron's shoulder and grabbed the pinched the letter from his hands. Ron opened his mouth to shout, his face turning red, when Hermione slapped him upside the head.
"Easy, Ron, it's got her name on it!" Hermione scolded, looking for a moment just like theirMum.
Leaving Hermione to keep control over Idiot Number Five, (Dumbles being One, Snape being Two, Fletcher being Three, and Percy being Four,) Ginny slipped out of the room and opened the letter.
Luna's letter was short and to the point. There wasn't even a postscript! Ginny rolled her eyes that the rather formal letter. There was a good reason that she, Giddi, and Sal had nicknamed Ro "O Icy One." Only those closest to her got to see the emotions that were held tightly to the chest.
Intending on returning to the living room after burning the letter in one of the torches on the lower level, Ginny stood up, only to be nearly bowled over by another owl. Hedwig! Ginny smiled brightly at the snowy owl, and took the two letters from her before offering an owl treat pulled from a secret pocket.
One of the letters was actually from Neville, and it made Ginny want to burst out laughing. Helga, it read, is there a reason why Sal sent me a never-ending bag of fertilizer? It seemed, (given that this was actually the first time that she had seen Neville's handwriting in this lifetime,) that his tragic messiness had carried over from one life to the next.
Next was Harry's letter. It detailed just how insanely bored he was, mentioned his upcoming plans for the humiliation of Idiots One through Five, his dying need to analyze the Veil of Death, his pain on Sirius' death, his aggravation with Voldemort, his plans to destroy the Lestranges, and his difficulty in focusing on anything for longer than an hour. Oh, Harry.
ʀɛʙɛʟʟɪɵɴ ~ Ƈҿαŋŋɑίɾҫ
Baking in the broiling house, the hours swept by after Ginny returned to work (her Mum had screamed at her for "lazing around"). Thankfully, before Mum could find another thing to force Ginny to work at, the Twins arrived. They had mysteriously gotten enough money to buy a shop and get their joke business going. Ginny suspected Harry's hand in it.
"Erm… You two! I need to talk to you!" Ginny dragged her brothers into a separate room, where the two of them looked at each other and grinned. "Yes, O Sister?"
"Goofs," she mumbled, before looking at them directly in the eyes. "Listen, guys… can you guys get some photos of the mayhem that's got the Order running hither and yon?"
Identical smiles spread over identical faces. "Of course," they chorused. "We are in awe of our dear Harrykins, what with all of the mischief he is causing."
"Na na na, I know," Ginny said, rolling her eyes. "Also, could you get me a recording of the Order meetings? I'm going to send them to Harry."
Smirking, both brothers said, "We'd love to!" before continuing with "and sending them to Luna, right?" Ginny huffed, and flapped her hands at them. She was blushing furiously as she fled her crazy brothers until later that night. It was near midnight, by the time Ginny had the copied recordings, and could write a letter to Luna.
ʙɛɢɪɳʂ ~ Ʈɵίʂίҫƕ
Dear Luna,
I miss your lips… and you, of course. That time that you got stuck outside in Giddi's shirt comes to mind…
Right, you wanted me to not be vulgar in this letter. But, I just long for the moment when I can – shut up stupid dirty mind!
Alright, so, here's a recording of the Chicken Gathering, and photographs taken by your favorite pranksters.
I miss your – I mean, I miss you. Right. I mkiss – miss – gah!
Longing for your lips again,
Your Favorite Flame
PS. I've been very good this past year, and we're both going to be fifteen this coming year. Can we lose our belts together, this lifetime? Kisses (in some not-so-appropriate places!) ~ Ginny
ʀɛʙɛʟʟɪɵɴ ʙɛɢɪɳʂ ~ Ƈҿαŋŋɑίɾҫ Ʈɵίʂίҫƕ
AN: PLEASE REVIEW! Next, either Harry or Neville (prolly Nev.)