Being in love is the highlight of life. Some people don't understand this but it's true. Love is better than magic. I don't need a wand to love him. I don't need to be a Muggleborn or half-blood to love him. I don't even need pureblood to be allowed to love Harry Potter.

I'm Ginerva Molly Weasley and I'm in love with my brother's best friend. I know I'm crazy, Hermione has told me plenty but I can't help it. Can love be stopped? I think not.

Not only is Harry my brother's best friend but he is a year older than me. I am in third year at Hogwarts and he is in fourth year. Well actually, term hasn't started yet so I should really say- I'm going into third year and he is going into fourth year. That better? It's the summer holidays and he is in Ron's room. He is so close but I just can't reach him, I don't think I will ever reach him.

Why would a famous boy with that famous scar like a poor, red headed girl who is in the year below at school. I mean, get real. What guy would like me? I guess I'm quite smart but boys don't look for that anymore, do they? They see a girl, they don't look at us.

Sometimes I feel like giving up.

Dear Diary,

He arrived today. I don't know what to say when I am around him; he just makes me so nervous. Hermione says if I relax around him and talk to him then maybe he would notice me more. When I decided to do it however, I just couldn't. It was like I just melted under his gaze. I just don't know what to do anymore, I mean to him I'm just Ginny Weasley: Ron's little sister. I would rather be Ginny Weasley: Harry Potters Girlfriend or better yet Ginny Potter but I know that's never going to happen because he doesn't even know I exist. Oh…Crap… Hermione's coming…

I shoved my purple sparkly notepad under my pillows as Hermione walked through my bedroom door.

"Hey Ginny, dinners ready." She smiled and then left. Ahh…dinner. The one time we could be near each other without talking and it wouldn't be awkward. I quickly pulled my notebook out from under the pillow and brought my newest entry to a close…

...Dinners ready. Time to face him; I have a feeling that I will have the need to write again after Hermione has fallen asleep.

Ginny

Tomorrow we were going to the Quidditch World Cup so Hermione had arrived early and was sleeping in my room, which I didn't mind at all except when I wanted to write in my diary. I didn't write in it in front of her because no one knew I had a diary, and when you have six brothers nothing is private so I treasured this one private thing I had.

Placing my notebook back under my pillow, I made my way down to the kitchen. Everyone was already seated and laughing about a prank Fred and George had pulled on Harry's cousin.

Once everyone had finished dinner, and mum and finished complaining about how skinny Harry had gotten we were all told to go up to bed.

"Goodnight Ginny." Hermione said already half asleep.

"Goodnight." I replied. Fifteen minutes later after making sure Hermione was sleeping I pulled out the notebook and made a quick entry.

Dinner was uneventful. Nothing to write about except:

I love Harry Potter!

Ginny

I know the Quidditch World Cup is a big deal but do we really have to get up this early? We didn't exactly go to bed at a sensible time last night. Did they expect us to get up?

Hermione sat up and said, 'Come on Ginny. We have to get up. Your mum will come back in soon.'

Mum had attempted to wake us up already, it didn't make any difference. We teenage girls needed our beauty sleep; none of the boys get that because they aren't girls. They just need sleep because they are lazy.

We staggered about the room and we put on our clothes; simple jeans, a t-shirt and a warm cosy jumper. We had to try to look decent to cover up what junk Dad was probably wearing, he is such an embarrassment. Hermione and I were sitting on our beds, half asleep when we heard the Molly Weasley footsteps on the stairs. We grabbed our things and jumped up so she would think we were just coming. I grabbed my diary among other things and stuffed them into my back pack.

'Come on girls, chop-chop, got to get a move on.'

She left the room and Hermione and I followed slowly. They had started a conversation about Apparition. I couldn't be bothered with that so I just complained.

'Why do we have to be up so early?' I rubbed my eyes and sat at the kitchen table.

'We've got a bit of a walk,' Dad said.

Then HE spoke. He asked Dad if we were walking to the World Cup. He was being serious but I found it very funny. I was lost in my thoughts now, thinking about Harry. It felt psychotic but surely it wasn't too bad to think about the person you love. My train of thought was stopped by more of Mum's moaning. Fred and George were up to no good again but I didn't bother to listen, I just looked at Harry Potter.

The walk was hell, my back ached but I was coping. I had Harry right next to me most of the time until he sped up with Dad and they started talking. At least Dad would be fine if Harry asked his permission for me to marry him or anything. They got along great.

Stoatshead Hill was torture. The Cruciatus Curse is nothing compared to this, well I think so. My back was in agony and my feet were swelling, I could feel the blisters forming with every step. Like Hermione, I reached the top of the hill with a stitch above my ribs and I just wanted to fall asleep. Unfortunately there was no time for sleep; we were now on the hunt for the Portkey.

'Over here, Arthur! Over here, son, we've got it!' Shouted a male voice from the other side of the hilltop.

Supposedly it was someone called Amos, someone from Dad's work. They were always from work.

'This is Amos Diggory, everyone,' said Dad. 'Works for the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures' –told you-'And I think you know his son, Cedric?'

I sure do, I thought. That was the Hufflepuff seeker who beat Harry at the Quidditch game. Harry fell off his broom, it was so scary. Even if he is good looking and smart Cedric Diggory beat my Harry.

After talking for a bit there was one minute until the Portkey left.

I touched the old boot and that awfully familiar tug at my belly-button pulled me towards wherever it was we were going.

Dear Diary,

To say that the World Cup was eventful would be a massive understatement. First, Ireland won but Victor Krum caught the snitch. After the game though it was mayhem, I don't know what you would call it. A riot or something I don't know, but all these people in masks were setting things on fire and making humans float over their heads, dad said there Death Eaters, they used to be You-Know-How's followers before Harry made him disappear. Then HIS mark appeared in the sky and the craziest part was, the people from the Ministry of Magic thought Harry, Ron and Hermione had something to do with it. I mean come on. Why would Harry Potter, You-Know-Who's biggest enemy, put his mark in the sky. After it was over we were sent back to bed and left first thing the next morning. Mum was murder, she wouldn't stop crying or talking about how she had had a fight with the twins before they left and they could have died.

Anyway, we go back to school tomorrow which kind of sucks because I won't be so close to Harry as often anymore. I have to go someone is coming into my room…

Just as I finished the last word my door burst open and Ron walked in. I quickly stuffed my note book under my pillow and turned to Ron.

"Have you ever heard of knocking?" I said glaring at him. He just smiled and said:

"You haven't seen Harry have you." At the mention of his name could feel my cheeks start to burn, he was doing his on purpose.

"Yeah I have actually." I said in a teasing voice.

"Where is he then?" he asked getting slightly confused.

"Under my bed." I said before bursting out laughing at his face.

"What's so funny? a voice came from behind Ron My laughing instantly stop the minute I heard the voice, it was him.

"Nothing." Ron said turning around and walking through the door saying. "Just Ginny being Ginny." Harry turned and smirked at me before walking out my door. I think I almost fainted. He was so beautiful.

This is a story me and my friend Katie are writing together on a site called Snitchseeker but I decided to put it on here to see what a different audience would think. I hope you enjoy it! and please give me some reviews I can take back to school and tell Katie! :D