January 1, 6:10 pm

Hello. Ginny speaking. Mum sent me a diary! Can you believe it? A diary! She said I needed to record my thoughts and, more importantly, my feelings, at this 'emotionally unstable point in my life'. Thanks, Mom. It really helps to know your mother thinks you're emotionally unstable. Do you know what kind of trouble this diary could potentially brew? What if Fred and George found out? That would be the end of Ginny as we know her. Did Mum really know she was risking all that, giving this book to me?

But anyway, she said the perfect time to start writing would be at the beginning of the year. She told me my New Year's resolution should be to write in this faithfully until…Well, you get the point. Can resolutions be forced on people like that? I thought that I was supposed to make my own resolutions. But whatever. Like I had any resolutions, anyway.

But I really should be going, I'm starving, so…until we meet again.

January 1, 9:44 pm

Well, I'm back. Looks like I might actually keep my assigned New Year's resolution. Normally, in this situation (the resolution, I mean) I would not keep it, just to spite that person for their incredible inconsideration, but… I kind of enjoy it. I like the idea of recording my life, even if it is completely monotonous. Which, of course, it is.

Dean is normal again, I've decided. He talks to me now, instead of keeping the stony silence that occupied the month or so after The Breakup. It deserves capital letters. You should've seen his face. If I wasn't so scared he was going to curse me into oblivion, it would've been funny. The scene went like this:

"Dean," I said, "d'you want to go for a walk?"

"Sure, Sweet Pea," he replied. That was another thing I hated. He always called me "Sweet Pea."

So we left. Dean obviously thought I wanted to snog, so that's exactly what he tried to do as soon as we were a proper distance away. I gently—gently!—pushed him away. That's when his face started to turn ugly.

"Oh," he said, followed by a couple of words I will not repeat. Quite angrily, I might add. I didn't understand it. It was a totally un-Dean-like thing to do. He's usually very good-natured. But back to the story. "You're going to break up with me."

Then I thought it was time to be frank. Mis-take!

"Yeah," I said bluntly and obviously, just like that character Captain Jack Sparrow does when he pretends to say he's been plotting against the almighty-hot Will Turner all this time. (That's the only Muggle movie I've seen, but it's fantastic.)

"Why?" Dean practically shouted. I took a step backward. Yikes.

"Because, well, you and I aren't really meant to be," I said quickly, trying to get all the lines out I'd been practicing after hearing too many "Sweet Pea"-s. But that's not the only reason, you know. I just didn't like him. Like that, I mean. And that's exactly what I told him. Didn't really improve his mood.

"But…but I was so nice to you!" He had stopped being angry; now he looked like a lost puppy. I would've apologized then and there if I wasn't completely immune to that sort of thing. At one point in his life, Ron went through a stage where if he didn't get something he wanted, he would put on a puppy face. It was pretty good, too. And it worked on Dad for the first few times, believe me. But then Ron realized it didn't work anymore, and he stopped doing it.

But Dean's face was genuine. I felt a small twinge of guilt, but it didn't stop me from saying,

"I'm really sorry, Dean, but it's over."

And then I turned before I could take back anything and walked away.

But I'm really tired right now, and I'm going to bed.

January 2, 3:03 am

No, I do not normally get up this early.

I woke up in the middle of the night because I had to pee, and when I got back in bed, I couldn't go back to sleep.

Which is why I'm sitting in my bed and writing in here. I'm hoping that, after a lot of exhilarating writing (sarcasm), that I'll be able to go back to sleep.

So…

Top Ten Most Interesting News Items in the World of Ginny

10. At the New Year's party in Gryffindor Tower, Harry and Ron smuggled in Firewhisky. While I only tasted a bit (Let me tell you: that stuff is absolutely nasty. Never, ever drink it.), a bunch of other people got pretty tipsy. It was kind of amusing, but that was before Professor McGonagall came in. I don't know if she saw them drunk before Hermione put a quick Sobering Charm on the room, but … Well, she told us all to go to bed.

9. I'm playing Chaser on the Gryffindor Quidditch team! I couldn't believe I made it. Okay, that's a lie. I was going to pummel Harry (who's now Captain) if I didn't make it, because I was clearly the best out of everyone who tried out. No competition. Not to be cocky, or anything.

8. Today, at lunch, Ron spilled pumpkin juice all down his front. Although I pity him because I've been in that same exact situation multiple times (and many worse ones, too), it was funny seeing his face—and ears—turn the red only a Weasley can produce.

7. During Potions with the Slytherins a couple days ago, I accidentally (sarcasm) spilled Funguscide Potion all over Pansy Parkinson's little sister, Floressa. Oops. She sprouted mushrooms all over her arm. And I didn't even get detention! Only twenty points from Gryffindor. I must say, I can be an excellent actress when I want to. Though the reason that I didn't get detention was probably Snape's dislike of Floressa.

6. I got an O on my Transfiguration essay!

5. Dean showed me his Muggle camera! (Proof that he's back to normal.) It's really cool. I took a picture of him. He told me he'd get it developed soon.

4. There was a gigantic snowball fight yesterday morning. It was sooo much fun! The whole of Gryffindor House was down there on the grounds. I bewitched all mine to be "seeker" snowballs, so I didn't miss once! I let everyone think that it was on account of my extraordinary aim. Then everyone wanted me on their team.

3. Neville asked me out. I turned him down. Poor kid. Now he blushes every time I'm in his presence.

2. I don't have classes today! Yay for Saturdays!

And the # 1 most interesting thing that happened to me lately:

1. I think I'm in love with Harry again.