Harry sat down on the couch where Ron sat brooding. "Hey, Ron?" he said tentatively. Ron grunted in response. Harry sighed and turned toward the fire. He stared into it, mesmerized by the flickering flames. He remembered the days when Sirius was alive, in his fifth year…had it really been last year? It all seemed like a dream. Yes, he was now in sixth year, but it didn't seem like it. Not really.
A long sheet of parchment caught his eye. Who, he wondered, would be in their right mind as to burn a sheet of paper of this length? Making sure Ron didn't notice, he searched for the tongs for the fire and gently dragged it out. Most of the parchment hadn't been burned as of yet, and he began to read the parts that remained unscathed. He blew on his fingers absentmindedly, as the parchment was still mildly hot from the fire. Harry carried it upstairs and sat down on his bed, still reading.
November 26Dear Diary,
What I didn't expect
Was for him to tell me of his feelings,
But about
His Crush.
What I didn't expect
Was for how much
It Would
Hurt.
Like a thousand knives stabbing me
In The Heart.
Ripping it apart, into
A Million
Shreds.
What I didn't expect
Was for what he would say next.
"I think of her
Every Night
Before I go to bed, just
Wishing
Wishing
Wishing
That she Were Mine."
What I didn't expect
Was for how normal his reply would be.
Every guy
Wishes
For a certain girl
Every
Night
Don't they? Don't they all?
What I didn't expect
Were the sleepless nights
Spent tossing and turning
Looking At The Clock
Wondering When I'd Sleep Next
Hoping It Would Be Soon,
Falling Asleep
Only To Wake An Hour Later.
What I didn't expect
Was to write this.
But somehow
At One Twenty AM
It just...
Seemed Right.
And I knew
I had to get
My
Feelings
Out
Of
Me.
…I just can't believe it. Harry just…ugh. I wish that he'd be able to tell that…I really don't care about his feelings for Cho. I think I love him. And I know that yea, yea, I'm probably just the friend. But it really can't come down to this, can it?
I don't know…And there the entry, for that was what it was, ended. Harry was shocked. Me? I did something? He leaned back until he was lying down. "What did I do?" he muttered.
Just then, a knock sounded on the door. The timid figure of Ginny walked in and sat down on the bed. "Hey," she said, smiling. "Ron said you were up here. He's brooding again, of course, about Hermione and Lavender. Frankly…" Her voice trailed off as she glimpsed the burnt parchment in Harry's hands. "Um. Where did you get that?"
Harry looked up, shrugged. "Found it in the fire. Why?"
"Um…" Ginny reached over and ripped it out of his hands. "Belongs to a dorm mate of mine! Yea…um. I'll see you in the Great Hall for dinner. Bye!" She raced out of the room.
Harry stood. What? Her dorm mate? But…she's the only Gryffindor girl I talk…oh. Oh! That's hers! Harry raced down the stairs and collided into Hermione. "Hermione! Have you seen Ginny any where?" Hermione shook her head, about to ask what was going on, when Harry abruptly left. Ginny would be…Great Hall? No, not after that…Library! He ran down the corridors toward the library. "Oh, sorry!" he said as he bumped into someone. When Harry looked at the person, he saw it was Ginny.
Her face turned pink. "Oh. Sorry…uh…"
He cupped her face with a hand. "Ginny, I don't know how to tell you this. But I've figured out that what I was holding back in my dorm room was a diary entry of yours. And…if it's not too late, I was wondering…" Suddenly, words became clogged in his throat. He didn't know how to express himself. He decided to do what his heart told him to.
Harry leaned down and kissed her.