Dark Rider

Chapter One

Ron slouched down in his seat. It was barely light out and the castle slept silently. He ran five slender freckled fingers through his wavy ginger mane and stared into the fire. The Gryffindor Common Room was completely empty this early and Ron couldn't sleep, not with Harry's nightmares and Neville's grunting. Ron stood up and silently moved to the arched stained-glass windows. The Quiddtich Pitch was covered in fog. Ron smiled and gazed upon it for a while.

Just as he sun was creeping over the lake, a hooded figure emerged from the castle doors and headed to the Quidditch Pitch, broom in hand. Ron leaned in, so his forehead was just barely grazing the glass of the centre window. He watched the mysterious person closely and admired their flying skills. They looped gracefully around the scoring hoops and climbed high through the clouds, then swept back down below the fog with breathtaking ability. Ron gawked at the rider, then stole quickly down to the grounds to get a closer look. He tip-toed up to the benches and sat in the shadows.

This time the flyer swept under the mist then shot up to the towers and flew freely. They flew out of sight then instantly swept back into view. Nearly half an hour later the person set down their broom and rested. They unhooked their cloak and set it upon the dug-out bench. Ron leaned in to get a better look, but it was impossible to tell who it was from this far away. A faint rustle was heard from the castle and Ron checked his watch; seven o'clock. He got up from the bench and headed off to breakfast.

Ron arrived in the Great Hall and sat next to Harry and Hermione. "Oh, hello Ron." Hermione said tonelessly, she had a large book titled Magic and Muggles propped up against a bowl of assorted fruit. Harry looked at Ron curiously, "Hey mate, where were you this morning? When I woke up you were long gone." Ron poked at his bacon searching his thoughts for an excuse. "Oh, you know... just wandering" Harry smirked as Ron's ear's turned bright red. "I'm taking it you didn't spend your wandering time in the library finishing your potions essay, did you?" Hermione questioned in her usual bossy tone, Ron rolled his eyes and took a bite of his breakfast.

The dudgeons were freezing, as always. Snape strode around the classroom, watching the students make their first potion of year six. Ron tipped a bowl of powdered snake spine all over the stone floors, and Snape docked off five points from Gryffindor. Harry bent down to help Ron sweep up the powder, "You're keeping something from me aren't you?" He whispered, "Really mate, I'm worried about you, you look exhausted." Ron chuckled, "Nah, man I'm fine. I was just down at the pitch this morning. It was pretty early when I left though, barely light out. I just couldn't sleep" Ron answered, Harry nodded and stood up again, dusting himself off.

The next morning Ron woke up just as the sun was coming up, he slid out of bed and put on a pair of jeans and an old over-sized, hand-me-down, t-shirt. Then tip-toed quietly down to the pitch. He entered the pitch just as the rider was lifting off the dew glittered lawn, they lightly lifted above the fog, Ron watched in amazement for almost an hour until they landed. Gathering all the courage he had, he managed to follow. "I'm going insane," Ron whispered to himself as he followed, "Mad!" he almost turned back, but the curiosity was killing him, so he followed. The rider entered the showers, and dropped off their cloak. Ron stood in shock. It's a girl! Ron had NEVER seen a woman fly like that! Ron stood there in shock for almost five minutes until the morning bell rang.

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Winter was creeping upon Hogwarts once again. Ron had gone down to the pitch every morning to watch her fly. He knew who it was now, the mysterious dark rider, and regretted every thought he had about her. Blaise Zabini. He had never seen such and amazing graceful creature in all his life, yes including Fleur. Ron tried to stop thinking about Blaise, but she was poluting his thoughts. Just like a Slytherin, fucking around with his mind.

Blaise sat down on the stone floors of the changing rooms. She pulled a roll out of her pocket and nibbled at it. "Hello, Weasley" She said, smirking, "Stalking me are you?" Her voice was smooth and silky, just like her flying. "How.. what?" Ron stuttered. Blaise just grinned, "Come here." Ron stepped out of the shadows and stood in front of her, from this angle he could see directly up her skirt, his ears reddend, she was wearing a pair of black sheer panties. "Bun?" She asked, tearing a little bread from her snackings. Ron stared at her amazed, "It's not poisoned, Freckles." She took a little nibble to prove it was perfectly safe, so Ron took it. He just noticed how hungry he was.

Ron studied Blaise, she was perfect, excluding the fact that she was in Slytherin. Ron watched her perfect chest sway up and down from her breathing, he blushed deeply, praying she wouldn't notice his wandering eyes. "How long have you been stalking me, Weasley?" The corners of her perfectly pouty lips curled into a perfect smirk, " I, uh.." Ron still couldn't speak correctly. She just stared at him, with her amazingly captivating grey-blue eyes, "Fall?" he squeaked. She laughed and threw her jet black, jaw length, fringed hair. "That long? God Freckles, you really do want to get into my pants don't you?" Ron blushed, she was right, but he wasn't going to admit it. "That would ruin my Gryffindor... ness?" He managed to say. Blaise looked him over, obviously interested... or maybe that was just Ron's pride. He looked for another subject, "......You're a great flyer," he stammered. Blaise's eyes shot up from his chest to his eyes. "Really?" She blushed, Ron nodded "Yea, totally, its a wonder you aren't on the team." Blaise looked down to the ground, "Girls aren't aloud on the team in Slytherin, it's like an unwritten law..." Ron leaned down in ront of her, "Well thats stupid, I'm postive the team would be fabulous with you on it." Blaise looked up at him and blinked, obviously confused. Ron's stomach jumped, "I mean, its not bad... I just think with a player like you... oh I should shut up now." Blaise nodded, "Well, I'm going to breakfast. See you, Weasley." Blaise grabbed her stuff and left, leaving Ron all alone.